Determinism. It's science.

Imagine a nearly infinite number,
Of domino pieces standing on end.

The big bang tipped over the first one.

If words were jellybeans on burnt toast,
I'd eat them raw, a bag at most,
I'd share them with my neighbour's ghost,
Who lives in a barn that smells.

If punctuation was a warrior's code,
With secret meanings meant to implode,
I'd message you before I explode,
My last words are I love you.

If definitions were a secret chant,
I'd yak all night about Emmanuel Kant,
The meaning of life my boring rant,
And I have puddles for shoes .

Please forgive and never forget,
A poet at play has no regrets,
Smiling, happy, a marionette,
I'll share my donuts with you.

Where is your shift, my love, my bait
Your halo magic button,

That panther look pooled in your eyes,
You're risking up to somethin'.

Will you purr and arch your back,
Whiskers whisper caution,

Come to me my baby star,
With your kiss that gently hardens.

Can I count and can I dream,
Or wish upon a star,

Dreamin' bout your sour-sweet,
My thoughts are so bizarre.

Come to me,my dream date girl,
Make me man up right,

Love is on the menu now,
A  dark and moonless night.

We must dance,
With flowers in our hair,
Like the hippies at Woodstock.

We must dance,
Intimate and exposed,
By the rhythm and the beat.

We must dance,
Naked and aroused,
As we touch, taste and tempt.

We must dance,
Tonight

A grain of sand.

Has 48,000,000,000,000,000,000 atoms.

One grain.

Get high, get low,
Get up, get slow.
It really doesn't matter what you know.

We are insignificant.
We are expendable.
We are footprints in the snow.

Determinism. It's scientific.

At the moment of the big bang,
Every particle in the universe,
Began its journey.

Each on a predictable path.
Physics.

That means the future is set.
We cannot change it.

And the past is the only past that could have ever been.

You are not to blame.
You cannot change things.

But you have to act as if you can.

Your past is not your fault.

Consciousness.
We are in this together.

Enjoy.

To understand happiness,
I sit calmly on a park bench,
And watch children play.

There is an  abundance of joy,
In their laughter and their tears.