Some impassioned thought lives
In the depths of my mind.
Yes, it struggles to be free,
To embark upon its future
Journey, to spew upon my page.

My most high minded thoughts
Are nothing, They are nothing;
Nature creates simple beauty:

A leaf, O most high,
Sitting silently, may I pry?
May I have just a touch of wisdom?
Humble me to the way
Which I must reach constructive predilections.

My love, you visit me with
Constant nature; Yet somehow
Violence seeps through to spoil
My conceptions. Is it not most
Beastly man I despise, or maybe
I love him, for what I see is great
Demise, this inner messiah yearning
To be free...

Yes, where is my humility, Nature treats life
And death the same. Dare I divide
Evil and Good among my world?

My inner contradictions sing to some
Uncertain tune. Each bar of thought
Having no relation to the next,
Each ending on a different clef than
The beginning, each intention is in
Some way led astray by lack
Of continuity.

Sing, my love, sing.
Dare not break the rhythm of
Life full of two car garages,
With cop rights and patented depression.

They gave us too much, yet
It is not enough. Or maybe
It is enough to lead us onward
To destruction.

Will there be no one
To receive my testament?
Will there be no children to
Receive my birthright?

Birth; Ah yes and friendly death.
Must I not save myself for
Some unburdened beginning?
(Is death a beginning or an end?)

It doth not matter; no.
Nothing matters except to establish
A single “I.” Paint my walls
And furnish my rooms; I cannot
Sacrifice payment because
There is ultimate Destruction.

Humble me, great sea, with
Never ending waves; swallow me hungry
Moon; warm me up to be a new.

I must not get lost in words though…
I have no one in there I find kind
Of which could lead me to direction.
(Direction, or is that identity?)

I guess we all need direction
When embarking on future goals.

I cannot help but laugh and think
Man can save himself or sink;
Am I not a man? I must
Save myself, but men drowning
Often pull their savior down with them,
Then worship the remnant of his try.
(Maybe the cross is just the opposite
Of an electron spin; we must not be negative.)

Will the extinction of man
Be a loss or gain for this
Most pragmatic universe?

Will Mother Terra and Father
God miss us when we are gone?

O, but nay forget Life and Death
Remain the same ad time slows down
Traveling at the light speed: Yes, cosmic
Energy, I brush my teeth
When I’ve awoken from a sleep. Daily plans
Don’t turn awry because there is but a slight
Transition between energy and matter.

Or maybe a neutral sub-atomic particle
Striking a molecule with a sigma.
You will kill my brothers and me,
But in some deserted basemen of a house
With a two car garage, the American Constitution
Will have survived; nationalism
Will have passed the test and survived.

The charred radioactive ash lying on
The ground outside this suburban house
Will give due appreciation to this fact,

As our children’s children are born
Maimed and dismembered.
I guess the price is not too high,
After all, nationalism will have survived.

But in the daily struggle to survive,
Just fighting my inner contradictions
Is enough, humble me to the thought of
Unity. My thoughts are nothing, yet
Everything I have. Love me tender,
Love me sweet; Please, please bury me deep.

I can hide my love for God no longer,
Come, sweep over me impassioned thoughts.