A little bit in re joy,
positive attentions
Kindhearted mind,
'tis goods intended
Humilities grateful,
warm smiles begin
Consistently happy,
feel ecstasies again
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
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
Youth blows by
like piss in the wind
A whirling dervish
of cackled commotion
Midlife drifts
like snows in a squall
A swirling mélange
of noisome corrosion
Middle age ends
like ash in an urn
A jarring tocsin
of youth overturned
Old age lands
like poop from a gull
A fretful marker
Of tenures adjourned
When the fictional dust of God myth settles
all that's remaining 'tis our scientific truths,
then holes in your riddles finally uncovered
are the logical facts discovering crazy proof
The greatest of miracles came at last
now most attended the Sunday mass
Doctrines taught Homo-sapiens truth
evolving Science fact as gospel's new