Well I'm still fighting it
Bard's 'play's the thing',
Uptight breathlessness
hunching in my dream
Good news, good news
present cheer and now
Got it most worked out
blooming late 'tis how!
Poems
Oh, be free, be free, be free,
now, don't wait, don't wait
Time as eerie endlessness
goes not beyond my grave
Take just a little time
To revel in the day
To relish all the winks
In each and every way
I just wanted to be right, same as everybody else
thought my beliefs were real and absolutely true
My blind spot 'twas crazy, yet I got doozy healed
now all things yet science serve as opinion stew
There is no waking for the dead
No bliss après the rattle's moan
Life is a needle we must thread
Death is our ceasing cast in stone
There is no better place than this
No paradise past Heaven's gate
Life is a sweet and tender kiss
Death is our unforgiving fate
There is no waking from the crypt
No lights beyond the reaper's door
Life is a dandy destined script
Death is our end and nothing more
Oh, these occasions while I'm,
presently full 'pon awareness!
manifesting just science bliss
remains releasing as a fiction!
That privacy, 'tis next to piracy
links tyrant to private property
Yet pirates of public properties,
leave not peaceful place to live
Lest we forget 'tis Buddha's power!
He's just psychologically scientific
Your beliefs fly as a fictional farce!
'Pon fictions non-factually horrific
The dead don't know they lived
They do not know they came
There are no souls on high
And none consumed by flame
The dead don't know they died
They do not know they left
There are no hopes or dreams
For mortals laid to rest
The dead don't know they were
They do not know they passed
There are no promised lands
And nothing ever lasts
Oh, this is your baby, she's lovely and stout!
I'm passing along what my singing's about
oh, playing along feels so much better now
if fate tags along we'll get famous and how
