Why do we exist? What’s the point really? Are we here to have fun? Are we here to accomplish something? Are we here to hurt?
We are dropped off on one end of a conveyor belt then chug along as the conveyor takes us for a ride to eventually tosses us off at the other end. Along the way we are taught things, we are told to do things, we learn, we work, we play, we suffer loss, we laugh, we cry, we love and we hate.
Along the way some help others some hurt others. Some cheat, some lie, some step over others, some give others a helping hand.
Some think at the end of the ride there’s a reward or punishment for how we behaved. Some think life is a test.
Some are afraid the end means just that, the end, once tossed off we cease to exist our conscious evaporates into the ether.
No one really knows for sure. Some will say they know, but they really do not. Seems to me, if, at the end, as you’re about to be tossed off if you can look yourself in a mirror and know you left the place a little better than you found it, then the ride had purpose it had meaning.
You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow
A missile in the home, what they have done? You are on flames. A red smoke rises from bottomless hole. Memory slumps. A glow in pain washed cells, calls the mirror. Instead, grave diggers arrive. This was the manufactured truth
After seeding the clouds they were going to buy wet lips. Seven minutes to make a bomb: a micro-chip, ammonium nitrate and a circuit, one headless body squirts a long jet of blood. Run, run for the cover, with nuggets
You said it was a sin to trade for the hunger. I was looking into your eyes, something was amiss, tears had become stones. How long your breast was carrying this despair? You said it was a crime to hold