To be remembered seems to be
A part of our anatomy
To die and then to be well missed
And thus in death to still exist
Our father said to miss him well
A cinch as far as I can tell
To live and keep alive with love
Our forebears in the stars above
Poems
That's right!
Double barrel between the eyes
there is no God, there isn't
That's true!
What you said before to what I said
'tis now no more unpleasant
That's two!
The Lilly twins are standing tall
strong here in atheistic presence
I'm open
the length and breadth of my human mindfulness
greater than or equal to
the width and depth of all the known Universe
I'm closed
the pitiful putridity of my animalistic ignorance
less than or equal to
the worn and torn stench of a leaky ostomy bag
I'm baby talking
the joyful and playful cooing of my giddy gibberish
greater than or equal to
the sweet and affectionate sound of her cute retorts
I'm loved
the disappointed and resentful echo of death's agony
less than or equal to
the warm and kindhearted gifts of a life fully lived
I'm floating
the calm and sleepy feeling of completely letting go
greater than or equal to
the dark and dreamy emptiness of infinite unconsciousness
My life's passing in front of me
no flashing, more the steady pulsing
of a grainy, unfinished sightseer
snuffing memories 'pon pitch black
My twin brother Marshall once joked
Mitchell more funny than me
It makes me crack up to this day
And fills my old sad heart with glee
My younger twin brother once joshed
Mitchell more funny than me
It makes me recall with a smile
His last Baloo Bear jamboree
There is no god
God is not real
It's all a fraud
A backroom deal
There is no god
God has no plan
It's all made up
A bogeyman
There is no god
God is a lie
It's all a farce
Pie in the sky
There is no god
God has no plan
It's make-believe
As Peter Pan
I was addicted to orgasm for most of my life
Tortured by an unfillable black hole of worthlessness
Somewhere along the way the wiring in my brain got crossed
Putting me in a constant yo-yo state of mirthlessness
I was dependent on jerking off from an early age
Hooked on the transcendental stimulus of the big O
Somewhere along the way my on-and-off switch got frazzled
Leaving me in a place of never being in the know
I was strung out on self-stimulation for a lifetime
Caught in a sadomasochistic pleasure trap of pain
Somewhere along the way I went missing in a wet dream
Consuming me like tears lost in an everlasting rain
Unsurmountable but true
Life is truth, death is truthless
There is nothing we can do
Life is meek, death is ruthless
Unconceivable but true
Life is short, death is longer
There is no chance of a coup
Life is weak, death is stronger
Unbelievable but true
Life is hope, death is hopeless
Giveaways out of the blue
Life is chic, death is noteless
If I knew the exact moment of my death
and only had one more sonnet to write
what do I pen?
LOVE
As I embrace the Universe's most important emotion
and express the magnanimous power of humanity
what do I feel?
LOVE!
While I know my being is an imperfect reflection
and I see via science the flaws of our evolution
what do I remember?
LOVE!!
Although 'tis true big picture I'm quite meaningless
because eventually Earth dies in a star's red giant
what do I live for?
LOVE!!!
Yes, at times it seems the bad guys are winning
that Homo-sapiens survives as a perfect hater
what yet do I never forget?
LOVE
Put 'em in a doomy dungeon
Deep down in the cold damp darkness
Lock 'em up in a frightful place
Rotting in pure evil starkness
Make 'em suffer chain gang torment
Way down in the pit of despair
Bind 'em to torture devices
Feeling what it's like not to care
