One mouth and one nose
Two ears and two eyes
A head and a skull
One big bean inside
Basil ganglia
In primitive form
Feeding and fucking
The lounge lizard norm
An R-complex brain
From germinal stage
Fighting and fleeing
Primordial rage
Gray matter geckos
Reptilian and cold
Scaly and savage
As primal pure gold
I'm loving 'Let It All Go'
'tis so letting me know!
I'm the star of my show
'Let Go, and You'll Grow'
Oh, I can write a happy poem
here powering up on positive
I shall now pen a merrier ode
all lyrics my gladness's given
Each human being has a heart,
but it's only one of our muscles
what place can a miracle start?
a frontal lobe's hustling bustles
All Homo-sapiens have a brain,
'tis the best 'pon Earth advance
yet we still cause physical pain,
via continuous crocodilian rant
Take a deep breath
Blow it back out
Let the heart heal
Every last doubt
Take a load off
Freely unwind
Let it all go
Body and mind
Take a big break
Kick back and smile
Make it all count
Every last mile
Our time
Our space
No blinks
To waste
Our space
Our time
One flash
Sublime
Our time
Our space
Bum-rushed
No trace
Our space
Our time
Tell-all
In rhyme
Who is to blame for the world as it is?
Faults of race or the gods of persuasion?
Which side do we to take?
Whose hold must we break?
To endure the extinction equation?
Are we not equal, cat's paw to the next?
Flawed by tribes and the lords of destruction?
Which mew do we trust?
Whose truth must we bust?
To survive the cold facts of deduction?
When a terrible thing occurs
and we query ourselves why,
well, it's only time and space
As we contemplate how now
God's grace hath forsaken us,
well, it's only time and space
Wonder about a brutal world
where lives get paid unfairly,
well, it's only time and space
Worry what'll happen to you
after all your atoms crumble,
well, it's only time and space
Bespoken of our faithfulness
belief in omnipotence power,
well, it's only time and space
There's no good reason for the word 'Gods' anymore,
unless you're discussing Homo-sapiens superstition
and if the myths tell you to murder innocent infidels
then you're a bloody hellish psychological condition
Oh if just but a century
a couple more decades
another goblet of years
Oh why not two month
even weeks sounds OK
simply wanting todays
Roundup 'pon one hour
wind down all minutes
final breaths a second's
A burst of poems, all on the mark
Emerging from a single spark
A lighter load, a gentler way
Free flowing from a mind at play
A string of hits, each one a find
Evolving from a conscious mind
A softer smile, a harder laugh
Forthcoming from my better half
