Who will prevail -
gardener or snail?
To Quarantine? No Human Rights!
Not To Quarantine? No Human Left!
That Turns Out To Be a Question!
She pondered that big question.
What was life to her now?
Is she?
on the road
to past repeating
walking towards
psychotic beating
Is she?
stumbling down
completely untreated
crawling alongside
udder defeated
She answered that big question.
This is her life now!
She is
pivot point paths
fowardly creeping
deflating reasoning
beyond just healing
She is
wired inside
electrical feeling
ending timed cycles
in holy completing
Energy is neither created, nor destroyed
but does transform
witness the log burning in the fireplace
cellulose and lignin combining with oxygen
yielding heat, water and CO2
and with you sitting so close beside me
another transformation's coming on.
Yet cracks appear as we age,
time and entropy take their toll,
and these days we go to more funerals
than weddings and christenings.
We've made arrangements to smooth
our affairs for those who remain and
laid up good whiskey and cognac
for our last remembrance.
I've chosen green burial
in a 500 year forest;
you cremation,
with your ashes
pressed into
a forever
diamond.
While we know our genes
carry on in our children
and our atoms will still cycle,
but there remains the question
of how the bit that makes us
us will merge with the cosmos.
Do ya wanna ~>^
or should ***!** we rather
circum @@@@ ambulate?
Is rather difficult to say.
if it was to all end today what would we see? would it be the heaven we so seek or a burning place so dark in the deep? will the sky shine above or will we look down below? is everything on fire or like a river that flows? will it be torture with sacrifice or more or maybe its like the thrill of a kids first score? will we see darkness for the rest of our time or will there be a
tunnel at the end a brite light? there is a question we cant answer thats
always on our mind it is what happens when its over what happens when we die? my answer is i dont know when it happens or even why but remember we did what we could just to survive and in the end it will all be fine because sooner or later the answer it is we shall find!!!
around the circumference of the earth's mid
are huge temples , pyre , fire , mid , middle
pyramids of ancient stone builders
all near and about 72 degrees in seperation
with exception to two missing
one in the pacific , one in the atlantic
when you put all 5 points at 72 degree's
you'll find an amazing figure , a pentagram .
men of science are still trying to decipher
the ancient symbols of NAZCA.........
if you look real close you'll discover
a portrait landscape of life on earth
a " V " shape with a reptilian figure
a monkey walking stairway's
appears to be a simulation of evolution
what do we know of our history........
what is our so called , his-story....
what is the story anyway...........
mysteries of life..........
what do we really know ?????
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