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My heart
Is a happy drunk
A little too open
A little too optimistic
It's over in the corner of the bar
Playing poker
Screaming at the top of it's lungs
I'M ALL IN
When it's never
To this day
Had a winning hand

My heart
Is a sad drunk
A little too lonely
A little too caught up in tears
It's over at the counter
Forcing the bartender to take its keys
Because it would rather not go home
Than go home alone again

My heart
Is a reckless drunk
A little too unbalanced
A little too impaired
It's over by the door
Making everyone nervous
A little too good at scaring people away
A little too far gone

Like you
A little too far gone
Turn your head
Shuffle away and pretend you don't notice
The breakdown of a heart
Too drunk on feelings
To know when to stop
In the Beginning there was Nothing.
Then Matter appeared.
Movement Mothered Time.
Our Universe Expands.
But wait!
How could there be a “beginning” if there was nothing?
For if there was nothing there would be no time.
And if there was no time there could be no beginning, or “end” for that matter (excuse the pun).

So, the “Beginning” came about only when Time began.
And Time began only when Matter appeared and Moved.
The moment when Matter appeared and when Existence began we have termed “Creation” or “The Big Bang”.
The latter implies some “Accident”, some cataclysm that just happened “out of the blue”.
Or rather, The Big Bang occurred from Nothing.

“Creation” implies that some “Intelligence” made the Big Bang happen or otherwise designed our Universe (or Multiverse or Whatever).
Some would call this Intelligence “God”.

But who Created God???
Surely we have to Begin with An “Accident”.
Could we really Start with God?
Start with an Intelligent, Omnipresent, Omniscient, Omnipotent, Immortal, Sentient Being?  
Out of Nothing?
From Nowhere.
Nowhen?

It would seem unlikely.
Humbler beginnings seem more feasible.
An Accident indeed.
A tiny accident that leads to greater things: much, much Greater.
To the Evolution of God perhaps.
(It is possible that God hasn’t even Evolved into existence yet.
Maybe We are taking part in that very Evolution).

But then we arrive back where we started.
Back to the same problem.
How was there a Beginning without any Time.
How was there a Nothing without a Something (indeed without Existence)?
How did Matter just Appear from a Nothing which couldn’t Exist because there wasn’t an Existence, wasn’t a Something?
I just Don’t Know.

Seems the Universe is expanding into Space.
For there to be space there must be Something that defines that space, something surrounding that space!
Is our Universe in a test tube?
Or perhaps space is created once matter appears, such as that which constitutes our universe.
Space must be infinite.
I cannot imagine matter being infinite, even containing spaces.
Space must be more than “Nothing”.
Space has to be infinite,
Otherwise we would have to ask,
What is beyond space?
Infinity.
Eternity.

In short,
Existence,
Life and Everything:
It’s Impossible.

Paul Butters
I wrote a blog. Then I converted it into this poem. Should get you thinking.
Beneath the surface darkness dwells
Upon the earth where false gods fell

Behind strange eyes still it shows
Warmth and kindness or wicked soul

Guilt and pain drives down deep
Piles of issues forged to keep

'Til that special day our world explode
And upon our hearts hate takes its toll...
Traveler Tim
I cannot see
I can’t make a sound
I lie here naked on the hard frozen ground
Wondering if I’ll ever be found
How did I get here?
I have no idea
I hardly remember that last sip of beer
That is when the blackout began
I do vaguely remember a tall handsome man
The last thing I remember, he led me out of the bar
I think he took me straight to his car
After that, it all goes grey
I don’t know where I am
Only thing left to do is to pray
I said I would never do this again
Broken promises, will it ever end….
I tore myself in two when I walked out your door.
With half myself left crumpled on your bedroom floor.
The half I kept were parts I never liked that much.
You were the best of me, was I only your crutch?
At the mid noon hour
above the cell tower
over two frolicking kite
swoops a plane on flight.

It has grazed the sky
spotless and dry
smelling ground cavorts
nigh is airport.

Amid wind's flutter
diurnal moon quarter
eyes droop to a rest
weighed with dreams' harvest.

The plane port bound
is circling on a round
waiting landing call
slowing to a crawl.

Love this time alone
up from dirt and grime
fiddling my cellphone
keying nonsense rhyme.
Caught unaware
Heart’s naïve
Breezy feeling
Beautiful ambiance
Colors seep in
Lovely hues
Lofty demands
Open arms
Hearts consent
Willing prisoner
Timid no more
Brazen display
Affections galore
Souls levitate
From unknown depths
to unexplored summit
Magnetic pull
Desires unleashed
Feels triumphant
With every move
Silent assassins
Willing prisoners
Breached confines
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