Where was God when I was formed?
So on point yet off the board
Somewhere wandering left field
Every time I propose an understanding
it all gets snatched from beneath my feet
and I am left wandering
somewhere out there in a daze
I am not scared to die
I do not wish to live,
nor to expire
Just to pluck each string resolutely
resonant with the I in me
Who is often buried
beneath ragged clothing which
I am becoming
The monster she taunted herself by
threats of metamorphosis
Given the choice,
I have seen a small amount of what this world has to offer
it’s brutal
its cold.
on a beautiful summers day- all is right and sound in the round
In a harsh winter storm
the nights are long
the day only briefly casts the suns’ shine on my face
You are penniless and alone with a heart that beats strong
memories of past affairs, new lovers, and mysterious creatures
The ghost of your father speaks to you from the stars
Asks if you care yet
No, tis a sorrowful ordeal
I think Ive learned the lesson this time
Now I wouldn’t mind moving on.
I think I get it -
Yes, yes you’re very funny.
May we now proceed
with the serious business?
Yes that’s what I said
Well now what is it that is so damned funny allmighty?
When you look at the world
do you see the glow ?
the sparkle?
The shimmering magic
pulsating within it all
When you see it
enjoy it
and be grateful for it will
go away
most definitely
Live with it.
Laugh about it.
Man that creator. Funny sense of fucking humor.
