If tomorrow never comes don’t mourn for me because I have finally found good sleep. No, I won’t be able to hear you as you post your fake love on social media. Because I will have finally found the true meaning of peace. I won’t hear or see your tears because I will be asleep. You won’t find me in heaven or your term of ****. For these things don’t exist for me. I will not be among the ones that reign in heaven although I do hope that they enjoy their new life. Nor will I be burning in ****, **** is a common grave and no God of mine would treat people that way. He is a God of love and mercy so know that, if tomorrow never comes I have the hope of the resurrection. Make sure that My children know that they are my heart and that I hope to see them when I awake. For those that I have spoke the word from the bible with, I hope that they continue to learn. If tomorrow never comes for those that lost contact stay lost. Please don’t come around I won’t be able to see or hear you. But there is no love lost. If tomorrow never comes remember that those that you love must know it. Serve Jehovah to the full he is so amazing and deserves your love and so much more. Those that were there with and for me you mean the world to me. Don’t run up bills on student loans or trying to buy homes. Travel and give love where it’s needed and deserved. If tomorrow never comes I will see you in the new world. Same girl but we will be in a perfect world!
Tomorrow is not promised. While given away to leave a message it is wise to use it.
Pieces of me thrown away like trash Never consulted Never asked The direct result of another’s conviction or more commonly seen consequences from blind ambition
Paranoid The fix is in But no invitation for me, former me or forever me and all of my imitations beset by my limitations
Forwardly I lean step in between lines upon lines hidden; can’t be seen Falling ill Now trapped by its machine And from my vein; My blood I spill
A still surface with sticky sheen amber tones from which I glean a reason Thrilled What it might mean A hunger that can not be filled
Nothing but lies giving me chills A shell with values not instilled Instead it’s dread Their words I’m fed Nutrients to fill my head
My outer skin Its layer thin Not to attacks No single act or prayer could patch and fill it in A hole that’s black is my first sin
A game in which no way to win and no ending once it begins With opened eyes begin to see The dorsal fins surrounding me
Head starts to spin What could have been? It doesn't matter in the end because there's nothing here for me A demon-like reality
Where what you seek Placed at your feet The icing; sweet Choices; not three Have cake or eat One choice not two But want to eat and have it too
All efforts to retrieve the treat; An outcome that ends in defeat A princess swept off of her feat But this feature princess; a creature Spirit of a soulless seeker
Deceitful speaker Flames; he’ll eat ya Offers pain Can’t heal; life drained Then reaching out to use life-line but with each ring hope further wanes
An answered call done just in time The chills running all down my spine Stand tall just like Douglas-fir pine With racing thoughts filling my mind I will be saved Free from it all God must exist No time to stall In battle warriors may fall but no man's ever left behind
Only to find With said spent dime A dynamite kind of answer - A type that might cause strife Can't plan for Needed answer Plight like cancer New chance to live Worldly romancer On planet Earth A tiny dancer
A romantic thought to think fight fought Instead a sinking ship just dropped This life? If could an ‘OUT’ would opt No more can take Just make it stop
Shackled to the very depths, precariously situated on the very precipice of the end
where I can lasso the edges and bring them back together whipping the world back some disseminatory yo-yo excreting silky rut rocks that bumble up from **** and turn to lush green, belts of world for sand and dust to which we have been gleaned.
I could hear them calling deep inside that colossal of Rhodinia an ancient land that will never be heard except for the left over play dough left in the sand Hidden under ice I will dig until my fingers burn
The animals all taste like chicken we hide beneath the rocks fallen angels left to run for our lives constantly constantly constantly constantly constantly
and then Flash We are together again the chickens cluck and I fetch them a water pail to wash away the fire in their gut time to eat time to grow time to move time to know
And the Himilayas dance into the sky and florida's mosquita nets are dry and the ice and the creatures given to the earth move ever onward and then us.
But what does it mean? I am but dust and elemental stuff and atomic configurations on a tectonic bluff unknown to the geometry except for what I see opaque eyeball in its cage rolling Searching for something in the static of dreams in between the here and then the now and when the constant end that drags the rocks like slaves towards constant never end.