Given more time the work I want,
'tis my labor of passion and fruits
though I won't clear any orchards
I'll go out styling ode poet's boots
Poems
From birth to death
in the blink of an eye
strutting and fretting
'til it's our time to die
Do Gods spawn from sapient imagination?
Yes.
Are scientific facts the real absolute truth?
Yes.
'Tis existence a miraculous insignificance?
Yes.
Can we accept the importance of intellect?
Yes.
Will logic and reason bring peace to Earth?
Yes.
I love Sargent Schultz
ya vol commandant!
Privilege shall only be granted
to mature adult Homo-sapiens
As the underdeveloped human
misuses such better advantage
I try and compete
Ang simply states
don't worry Bong!
She sees my flaws
yet smiling avows
oh Bong I love all!
I sense Ang's spice
she coils cute nose
now Mowgli home!
My logic tells me to be woke 'tis to be
a fully developed, mature adult being
If egos be lions and adrenaline's flyin'
then we're barely awake in our dream
Opinions based on fact have a sharp angle,
thy news 'tis fake and your gospel dangles!
Speak truth
Give thanks
For each new day
Share love
Shed light
Along the way
Hang on
Lap up
Each twist of fate
Fear not
Hold dear
That Pearly Gate
Clear your plate, focus ahead
quiet the mind and emotions
Be creative, capturing moods
suspend your poet's devotion
