I see the end of the world
in the blink of her eye
And all the colors you
can think of just appeared
in the sky
And a guy who looks an
awful lot like Jesus walks
by

But nobody cares

All the people in the city
are to busy to feel
Running 90 MPH
just like rats on a wheel
Stuck in cages made of
concrete, iron, plastic
and steel

But nobody cares

The delusion of the moment
has them preoccupied
Whether Brittney or Nicole
will be along for the ride
And the sky begins to darken
and there's nowhere to hide

But nobody cares

Then out of nowhere
comes a shattering boom
A cloud of crimson colored ash
has passed in front of the moon
Six billion people disappearing
in the darkening gloom

And nobody cares...

Leaving behind the shadow
of rationalization’s unfulfilled
promise to enter the world
of eternities chaotic
illumination
Nothing eternal is stagnant
and nothing vibrant truly
dies.
Flies gather on the corpses
of unrealized potential
while inertia winds ever
faster into oblivion’s
indifferent lair.

Live
Exist
Be

There is nothing else...

Encroaching madness
approaches from unexpected
corners of oblivion’s indifferent
layer.
Lost souls wander aimlessly
through tomorrow’s aborted
twilight ignorant of realities
cataclysmic inclination.
This is our truth, our way,
our direction.
Darwin’s natural selection
dooms us all to Valhalla’s
halls crowded with calamities
mediocre sons and tyranny’s
unadorned daughters.
The water of truth must find
its own level while the mud of
deception remains firm beneath
our jaded feet

Beyond what is known
The ultimate creator
The ultimate self
Beyond the concept of time
The timeless spirit is found

Moon on the horizon.
Soft breeze rattles the
brambles out by the
old barn.
The cat enters, looks
about and begins to
speak.

“Fears take flight after years
of drinking the tears away
while the days responsibilities
are laughable in the light of
satori's brilliant realization.
Silly, silly man, thinking reality
something to achieve, a destination
to discover, a journey to undertake.
Listen and I will tell you what little
I have learned burning away my
short time on this horizon of
understanding.
All that is transitory is a metaphor
for the eternal and all that is eternal
is a metaphor for the self.
The self is the collective consciousness
we all share and what we share is our
experience of being.
Being is nothing but an illusion created
in the mind of God while God is simply
a metaphor for eternity in the mind of
man.
Now pour me some kibble for I know
many things, but do not possess opposable
thumbs”.

I woke with a start, cursing the spinning
room and swearing never to mix Jameson
and Absolute again.
The cat finished her kibble and crapped
in the litter box.

Everybody is different
and everybody’s the same
And everyone is a player
in this crazy little game
But the game it has no winners
and we’re lucky if we survive
The saints, the fools and the sinners
No one gets out alive

Don’t be sad when it’s all over
and the game is put away
Shake hands with all your rivals
and be happy that you played
It’s time for other children
to step up and roll the dice
Take a chance along the Boardwalk
walk away or pay the price

And you sit alone in the darkness
when the game of life is through
And you look up to the heavens
because there’s nothing left to do
And you think about the ending
as you slowly drift away
And you can not help but smile
because you got the chance to
play

It’s twenty odd years
since irrational fears
drove away all your
hopes and desires
Now all that remains
is a shell and a frame
of a man that I once
so admired
The light in your eyes
was as bright as the sky
on a cold sunny day
in December
Now the fire is gone
and the light passes on
leaving only the glow
of the embers.