******* of an atheist who thinks they are God's gift to the world might be one of the funniest things that I've ever done

Oh well

You either think there's no force to existence
Or you think existence has no force for being

but you can never take away the meaning's meaning

It still means something

Even if you believe in absolutely nothing

It's the irony of feeling

It's the irony of freedom freeing

Relish your time here

What's the point of wasting something when you could just make it good?

You never really die anyway

At least not from your point of view

And who knows what's next?

I'm sure you never even imagined this to begin with

Less we forget

Unless we don't

We're met met met

But will you ever meet me there?

I don't care

As I care way too much

For if not me

Then who else?

You?

While,

I guess I'll see you there

Two

Spread your love

Like there's nothing left

Let it ring out

For all mankind

And everything thing else

Within the minds mind

Her eyes
Are of nighttime skies
That deeply pool at the base
Of a silhouettes shape

Her form
Is of the dreams
That the legend makers
Should keep

The way her hair falls down
And around her face
Mirrors the waterfall
And stands in its place

While she showers under its
Spring,
Time and time again,
In her elegance
That has learned all too well
How to play pretend

But does she know
The way back out again?

Does she feel the sunlight
That dries her perfect black Strands?

Or the way it cures
The newly formed streak
That turns back
In its due time?

Does she feel the way
That the rays caress her skin?

Does she know more
Than only one way
To let love in?

A vast indifference is
A confusion causing spin
That an easily listening heart Hears,
And with compassion
Can put back in a safe place

A warm embracing state
That no undertow can take

A sorry call
When distance is installed,
And has well over stayed

To be involved
With memories
Of golden days,

Which were actually
Bright side
Silver linings,

While on the inside
Were actually filled with pain,
And the pressures of the day

But I cannot complain,

Nor just give in,

Nor ever give

A-way!

And for a chance
Of a gracious change
In all the signages
That cry out
To be brave,

In the face of all the fears
That have haunted us
Like all our bad thoughts
Over all those nasty years

I would change
A change

And if fortune does indeed
Favor those
Who face their fears,

Let it also favor those
Who turn a wink
And a solemn covered ear,

So that they can try to escape
The horrors
That they never wanted to see,
Nor hear

...

Let love be thine guide
That's never so quiet
That it falls on deaf ears,

Nor never so silent
That it ever becomes

A whisper

So soft

That only silence can hear.

The question gives way to a beautiful cacophony of existence that allows us to be at this time signature

For from the chaos a harmony of order is conducted in the truest melody throughout our lives measures

Steadily keeping the beat

(1-2-3-4)

As we sing our own songs