It’s been a while again.. Like an old lover I can’t stop coming back and yet also like that lover I need a long periods of time in between encounters. So much has been building inside of me that this poem expresses. A frustration with life… it’s over arching purpose is always a canker sore on my mind. I can’t seem to come to grips with the futility of it all sometimes… especially after watching three hours of tv and seeming to be ok with that as an activity. Anyway… I hope you like the poem.. Enjoy!!
It’s redundant this rhythm, this purpose,
It’s repetitive and boring, makes me
An emptiness observant in only those
Who look past the veneer to Reveal
I am sighing and dying in every last breath.
Revealing the weakness of this fools last gasps!
There’s nothing new to make beautiful
It’s all old under the sun.
I am repeating the words of dead men
Of the dirt.
Newton’s law persists that I am only recycled.
My ideas are extensions from millions of cycles
Of time that repeated the same old drama Of men,
searching for reason In chaos then dying
With no more understanding of truth, love and the ending.
The perpetual disaster, Our pending doom.
The eternal fraternal evolutional flume,
That cascades with our sins in a cacophony of howls!
Like children on sleds down ice screaming fowl
We are all heading straight for the emptiness
The separation of these molecules into another form of life!!!