I diddled I dawdled, I piddled I paddled
sit here now 'pon weak-minded saddle
I hemmed I hawed with a dipsy doodle
wasting the potential inside my noodle
Poems
We're doing it now, for it's never too late
To lift ourselves up, and to fondle our fate
We did what we did, and we made our own beds
With pure focused light in our poetic heads
Twin one to twin two
Glad we both made it through
We grew and we grew
To the truth we both knew
Oh, how deeply I weep over lamenting regret!
never having my cue ball in sight of the eight,
not once taking aim 'pon pure, focused might
to pocket one goal with crisp, powerful strike!
Death returns us to the drawing board
To ground zero of becomingness
No brain no spine no limbs no body
At the zero hour of nothingness
Death returns us to the molecules
To particles of inexistence
No mind no thoughts no sense no motion
At the big bang's pièce de résistance
The biggest mystery for me 'tis not life itself
even though a miracle of life can't be topped
my but how I wonder animate human being
had everything alive then suddenly stopped
Welcome my brothers and sisters, welcome to the new Big Bang theory Church
today we'll be talkin' about our Big Bang theory, and all good glory of her worth
that's right we're here to cement into our Atom praising memories this thought
A Big Bang theory factual and true may only now be worshipped as a Big Bang
Big Bang Atom thank you, Big Bang's mighty evolution, we thank you Big Bang
we thank you for what we've received, we thank you for what we've got comin'
we thank you for expanding a Universal state high in density and temperature
into a time and space where inorganic molecules teem with sacred amino acid
Summoning complex polymers to team up with ancestral, cellular prokaryotes
Oh yes, my dear brothers and sisters, here's a gospel story of planet Earth anew
and our good almighty gratefulness to be evolving 'pon Big Bang's loving Atom
Twas not by an arrow in the neck, shot from an Indian's bow
nor acral lentiginous melanoma, found 'pon Bob Marley's toe
No trash bag body parts of mine, were dumped within a park
it didn't happen shipwrecked, eaten live by black-eyed shark
Zero stalker passed a window, brutally bludgeoning my head
neither swinging below gallows, until pronouncing I be dead
I don't know how I'll go, but if things continue as they should
none of these are my deaths, lest not yet at least knock wood
If I drop first I just want you to know
I love you bunches my Lilly twin bro
A poem a day won't stop eventual oblivion
but it lifts a chance ode will keep living on
When soft light breaks and day dwellers stir
'tis so wonderful to be a part of what's living
at the end of time when our darkness comes
we're remembered by a song of who's giving
