.


the final question



It can't be asked

Because there is no one to ask


~|~

((...... no

The final question is not about
how to play

Infantile ******* games ......))

::

& so we go on

||||||||||||||


Moving down broken window streets where

Once the holy saints did dwell

And the flower child girl

Sang a song from            the other side

Of the Veil

And love was lovely

And without the ******* pain

From the lying games we play

:::

:::

When you walk down the street and see

A puddle of dog ****

Do you jump on it

Spash around

And hope some gets into

Your thirsty mouth ?


So

When you are reading on hello poetry

And come across a dog **** poem

Of phony love

Move on

They try to **** you by saying

IF THERE IS NO PAIN THERE WAS NO LOVE

( a simple evil ******* hateful lie meant to destroy )

In truth

IF THERE IS LOVE THERE IS NEVER PAIN

Pain simply means  you are doing something wrong

Or understanding incorrectly


And is a hint  that something  must change


)(

the flower child song remains

And asks its question constantly

WHERE AM I ?

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME ?

::

And the holy saint

YOU WANT TRUTH AND YOU TURN ON

TELEVISION ???(

///

And the good

Trying to
Be great ?

By being kind and wise and pure ?

NOPE!

GOTTA BE A FOOTBALL PLAYER

GET BRAIN DAMAGE WHILE WE

GET DRUNK AND FORNICATE

//

//

( I
Know----- I
Know )

I was trying to write a
Nice poem

But I can't

Because I can't keep an image of nice people in my mind

To write to

All I see is you

And what you tell me

You are doing to LIFE !

//

  
The final questioning


WHAT ARE WE DOING TO LIFE ?

replaces

WHAT IS LIFE DOING TO US ?


)(


And in soft rain we meet

And then warm winds blow

And free children are born

And the earth itself is healed

The light and darkness dance together

And we are known

And the terror dissipates

And humanity is redeemed

And we love and are loved

And even such as I may go to sleep

And dream again


If only for a little while