A banshee once went on a date—
A dinner.  It wasn't so great:
   She started to cry
   Right across from the guy,
Who then choked and fell dead on his plate.

O.O

I can't hold it anymore
It's all I got in me
I'm 'bout to hit the floor
For all the joy people give me
I try to spread my joy
To other people I see
It's like getting a Christmas toy
When people are as happy as me

Life is a whirlwind tour
Every moment an adventure
Easy, to complicated
And also other way round
Wading through sea of time
As excellent swimmers
We wade through it
Feelings are real
Finding, creating, breaking
Building anew
But always moving ahead
We are tenacious
Finding ways to improve
We forgive and forget
And survive the maze
Because the journey will end
For sure
It’s a whirlwind tour

It bubbles up, emits a high-pitched scream, then dies
It was a thought, a dream, a notion
Cascaded now back into the ocean
Where other unborn dreamers lie.

Life cycles in inner circles
Death crumbles at the edges it nabs
And life readjusts its grip
Trying to give nothing to grab.

Life must spiral
And death must follow
Meeting high up
Under suns that one day waver.

Waver and fade
Into a supernova piñata bang
And everyone rushes to get the candy
And everyone is just trying to be happy.

Where are all the philosophers when you need one?
This existential limbo is anything but fun.
They must be sipping coffee on the Left Bank
I’m sinking here with only myself to thank.
I am, therefore I think.
I’m thinking, but what am I?
I couldn’t reason myself out of a zip-lock bag.
Get Kant on the phone, and don’t give me Camus,
His solution is like a bad tattoo,
It‘s deep and written in black,
My friend, there is no going back.

Quests for questions are endless
For answers have been here,
And for so long, here we are,
searching the right questions.

The universe is the answer, so
What is the question? Your existence
Is the answer, so what is the question?
Civilization is the answer, so what is the

Question? Humanity is the answer.
Here, we pose the greatest delusion.
Not even the idols of philosophizing
Solved the riddles of being, time, and

Oblivion. But a perpetually perturbed
Mind is the right question to a quest
For meaning and being. This is not
Philosophizing, this is philosophy.

a philosophy of life.
because you can't know why

some of us liveand some of us die
or why the light caught your eyes

in my bedroom that winter night
as the days got longer,

you planned an escape
far away for better days

and you said you'd still love me.

Once
there was a tree
who shivered in
the breeze, and
thought about love
as sleet froze
its roots.