The End ??
“It is just a ride”
– Bill Hicks
Down and up
Over and again
Hold on tight
And buckle in
The pens down
The notes finished
The bullet passes
The rope tightens
The chair tips
The pills dissolve
The car starts
The exhaust fumes
The gasses pass
The bridges open
The waters, deep
The pavement ends
The blades sharp
The tubs full
The powers on
The timer ticks
The bucket kicks
The curtain closes
The casket shuts
The incinerator fires
The ashes disperse
The rain falls
The grass grows
The worms consume
The flowers bloom
The petals open
The bees buzz
The seed plops
The eggs drop
The rabbit dies
The storks fly
The gender reveals
The canal opens
The levy spills
The light shines
The skin dries
The tether severs
The lungs indulge
The eyes wide
The lips smack
The nose twitches
The speakers sound
The cartons round
The milk quells
The bladder spills
The mom woops
The baby poops
The morning dawns
The night falls
The state numbers
The store sells
The fibre swells
The content smells
The land fills
The glaciers melt
The heats felt
The drains maimed
The health blamed
The inoculations begin
The pharmacies win
The cycle starts
The toddler farts
The indoctrination commenced
The minds fenced
The parent rules
The ignorance fools
The alphabets learned
The numbers churned
The screen weens
The brain un-cleans
The sunny days
The outside stays
The game plays
The screaming yays
The jumps roped
The hoops luped
The jacks won
The marbles lost
The fun had
The nary cost
The bikes ridden
The adults forbidden
The jumps made
The landings splayed
The red rovers
The partys over
The mothers hover
The fathers cower
The banks drained
The balance remains
The zero gains
The brainwashing resumes
The too soon
The bullies swoon
The lectern looms
The history ruins
The reality assumes
The truth told
The corporate mold
The deeds cold
The product sold
The easy way
The way say
The simple explanation
The lost imagination
The same repetition
The swallowed regurgitation
The creative stagnation
The questioners rebel
The answers fail
The seekers sail
The minds un-jail
The roads clear
The wheels steer
The futures near
The passions fire
The enlighten desire
The frustrations ire
The never tire
The others inspire
The paradigm shifts
The mind swifts
The hell desists
The heaven exists
The peace persists
The stars align
The creative design
The futures mine
The non-existent time
The temporary sublime
The mother earth
The again rebirth
The whats worth
The seeds planted
The chance granted
The truths implanted
The life understanded
The religions upended
The experience demanded
The rides started
The oneness imagined
Was going to “stop” at The casket closes
I guess this is why I keep writing
Enjoying the roller coaster I am riding
Like existence it is never ending
Therefore it had no beginning
If I don’t publish now, it may never end.
“All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”
Bill Hicks
“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll ever understand, a higher order.
Call it what you want. You know what I call it? The Big Electron.
The Big Electron.
Woooohhhh, woooohhhh, woooohhhh.
It doesn’t punish.
it doesn’t reward.
it doesn’t judge at all.
It just is.
And so are we,
for a little while.”
– George Carlin
“The Clairvoyant”
– Iron Maiden
Is it me or is it shadows that are
Dancing on the walls.
Is this dream or is it now
Is this a vision or normality I see
Before my eyes.I wonder why I wonder how
That it seems
Every day
I feel a strength an inner fire
But I’m scared
I won’t be able to control it anymore
There’s a time to live
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live but isn’t it strange
That as soon as you’re born
you’re dying.
Just by looking through your eyes
He could see the future
In through your mind
See the truth and see your lies
But for all his power
couldn’t foresee his own demise
There’s time to live and time to die
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live
That as soon as you’re born
Looking at the world through a windshield. 