Poems

Bucket list one to bucket list two

Come in, come in bucket list two

Swansong one to Swansong two

Come in, come in Swansong two

Twin bro two calling twin bro #1

Come in come in twin brother #1

Adoring something or someone unconditionally,

without any facts or knowledgeable information

Resonates as fakeness in bewildered human ego

emphasizing a simian child's underdevelopment 

The urge calls out in the dusk

Roaring mammoth domination

Testosterone producing

Alluring and seducing

Crooked as a mighty tusk

of fetching botheration

The itch calms down in the dawn

Seeking cryptic retribution

Serotonin onrushing

Unblushing and backflushing

Messy as an ugly swan

of soulless destitution

Beating off, pounding pud, choking the chicken

rubbing one out 'tis my sperm release addiction

Masturbating, whacking it, dating Rosy Palmer

me so horny before and after jism much calmer

Whether peeping sexy pornos in print or on TV

my boner's automatic and the orgasm's for free!

Have a little faith

Keep a little faith

Take a little faith

For you

Give a little faith

Share a little faith

Make a little faith

For two

A little bit in re joy,

positive attentions

Kindhearted mind,

'tis goods intended

Humilities grateful,

warm smiles begin

Consistently happy,

feel ecstasies again

Is it karma, is it luck, is it providence or fate?

it really doesn't matter as already it's too late

the final scenes are over, curtain fall 'tis near

we've ne'er even been I bet in 4+ billion years

Today I jumped into the sea

and wondered what my life might be

Not here but there

Another place

A different turn in time and space

Today I swam upon the sea

and realized that place was me

Right here and now

No other where

A spinning fade into thin air

My Bible 'tis a psychology book

the texts study a human's brain

when I see death bewilderment

reading fact helps ease my pain

The psych gospel isn't fictitious

so, fears and doubts solely exist

inside the mind of emotionality

and I'm the controller of all this

The end hath come, all my time 'tis up

like memory drip from a fractured cup

For all moving on, I bid a fond farewell

while denying myths of heaven or hell

One last turn before I sleep

One last wake into the dawn

One last drink

One last meal

Once before my days are gone

One last swim before I go

One last dip into the sea

One last kick

One last dive

Once before the end of me

One last kiss before I rest

One last look into your eyes

One last hug

One last smile

Once before my time to die

Everything real 'tis somewhere

all things imaginary are ghosts

truth insists heaven is no place

so nothing's manning that post