Saturday, April 15, 2017

MINE

My family had a dog
When I was young 
To teach me that
Nothing will stay
You never appreciate
What you have
And you never remember
The truth accurately
History is told
From whatever perspective
It doesn't matter the prose
If the reference is amiss
We all have voices
Better than yours
But usually we don't
And it tears us to pieces
It shakes us to our core
But you will never see it
We will hide behind walls
Built by ourselves
Built out of blood and bone
Cement and stone
It really doesn't matter
Because if I'm the teller
The audience believes
As long as blindfolds
Never come off.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Earthling, lemme make an analysis
presently of the human condition:

Q: what's the MOST important objective
N our lifelong demise determined by us?
A: achieving Seventh-Heaven: in the
Great Beyond, everythang is possible.
Q: you gonna live forever?
A: yes, depending on where.
Q: how long do our lifetimes last?
A: 1-outta-1 bites-the-dust, child.

When our eternal soul leaves our body at death
and we riseabove to meet our Maker,
only four, last things remain:
death, judgement, Heaven or Hell
according to the deeds WEE mortals
have done in our Finite Existence.
Find-out what RCIA means and join.

PS° I'm a re-boot-NDE:
if you're RIGHT,
you'll see the LIGHT -
follow that to the Elysian Fields.
Let's be tethered2forever Upstairs.

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