When Days of End come at last,
when the American hegemony falls,
and the last demagogue
of the West
Surrenders the urban sprawl,
The Sun will Set
at the end of an Age,
And Once again the World will wonder;
There was a Caesar-
When Shall come such Another?
Why can’t this be a happy trip?
go ahead tuck in that pouty lip.
Sure this is the time to say goodbye,
but everyone knows all things must die.
It’s just a matter of where and when,
so here’s to you my unbelievable friend.
Just know that my love (and appreciation) will never end.
And maybe, someday we’ll meet again.
Like a newborn opening its eyes for the very first time
It comes upon me that I have been living blind
Walking, talking, breathing, but not opening my eyes
To the beauty I’ve been missing should be a crime
Like many before me, I try to rewind
All the hours I’ve wasted, all the wonders I missed
Obviously I should have taken more risks
But reality comes harsh in the mornings; I can never go back in time.
a stone’s throw away
it seems so close
but as the stone flies
so does your target
you can never seem to be quite there
at quite the right time
What are we really
but bones and skin?
What are we really
but time wearing thin?
What are we really
but lights and sounds?
What are we really?
A thought that astounds
or maybe confounds.
The more you think
the less you know
but give it some time
and perhaps you’ll grow
to understand what we really are
and find your path, your Lodestar.
God
What is God
Is God enough to save a soul
Damned to hell
Is God love
Is God the night sky
Or the dull light of dawn
As days go past
And time grows old
Does God sit upon a golden throne
Is God for everyone
Is God for me
I don’t think so
So don’t try to make me believe
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