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"What's This Life For" we've contemplated evermore
longing to know eats feverishly at our inner core
All interpretations fall far short of sound
maybe in death reason for being is found

An Almighty proclaimed to have given life to humanity
a supposed "Gift" he knew was bound to be a calamity
Reality proves life is many things but a gift it is not
It's consistent heartache culminating six feet under to rot

It's sinister to give a "Gift" filled with constant sorrow
and assure joy is something we can occasionally borrow
He commanded we abide by rules knowing it wasn't feasible
some were obvious but expecting compliance to all unreasonable

What was the point of human existence beyond Adam and Eve
one sin warranted his decision 'humanity must forever grieve'
Putting all faith in a book of fairy tales is arduous at best
and never questioning what you can't see...surely you jest

Why create a life you predetermined to be an agonizing chore
all I've said raises the unanswerable "What's This Life For"

I thought you were different
BUT YOUR NOT
I thought you would not be cruel
BUT YOU ARE
I thought I could protect my heart
BUT I CAN’T
I thought you were kind
BUT YOUR NOT
I thought I could accept you
BUT I CAN’T
I thought you would love me
BUT YOU DON’T
I thought you would say good-bye
BUT YOU HAVEN’T
I thought it wouldn’t hurt so much
BUT IT DOES
I thought I wouldn’t cry
BUT I DO
I thought the pain would go away
BUT IT HASN’T
I thought I would always love you
AND I WILL
I thought I couldn’t go on
BUT I CAN
I thought I couldn’t live without you
BUT I CAN
I thought you were my last love
BUT YOU’RE NOT

By Carol Vialogos July 2012

Every minute a fool is born
Common sense they have to mourn.
Many of us are fools for love.
But is this bad? Well kind of.
Not thinking just rushing in.
But come on is that a sin?
We may make a foolish mistake
And get too close to a snake.
Once bitten twice shy
An expression I don’t buy,
Because like the fool that I am
I jump from the fire into the flying pan.

By C. A. Vialogos August 2012

Howdee partner,
can I call you Jesse James,
a fine write you have there mister.
it's all good old name of the game!

from folks down Dakota south,
boy you got us talking all the way up north,
I ain't hinting and saying all that,
you got us where you want us, I'm just saying lad.

Now Indians and cowboys,
oh what the heck boy,
forgotten what's like those good old days,
you bring all those back with a little whack and bang.

Tis just the way we used to play,
with water bombs and toy guns,
county and woods and a rush of adventure,
bring the whole group of folks together.

by the way I've got news for you,
if you are the kid I've heard from the news,
there's a price on your tiny head,
A hundred gold coins and the most wanted!

even Billy the kid ain't tough enough,
to brush your name from tis page ,
I'll be waiting for you at poets corner,
for a western duel here at high noon.

you got your cowboy hat,
I'll bring my Indian Axe,
tis town ain't big for both of us,
its either you,me or the rest of the pack!

I'm known from tis part of town,
as Ancient Bullman the red Indian,
I've got Cafe to watch my back,
On your corner who do you have?

and when its all over,
we'll run faster than the wolves,
to take a frantic cover,
from the county famous sheriff!

they say he is Lightning Macduff,
and strike fears with his name,
always leaving behind his cuffs,
riding on a big horse log!

Good day, Ma'am is that you Miss Daisy?
Say you won't happen to know about my cousin,
She goes by the name Cherry bunny,
and she has a mighty lucky bunny feet!

Would you join me in Pow Wow?
with the rest of the family,
we'll do a thousand jumping Jacks,
while Jesse Will show you the ropes to Rodeo!

Humans must live with a degree of sorrow
just knowing we're not promised tomorrow
An existence inundated with crippling grief
it seems dying is the only relief

Without mercy life incessantly pounds you
getting back up harder and harder to do
Humanity most responsible for unduly pain
mankind steadily straying farther from sane

Longing for answers to life induces stress
if we can't grasp or control it why obsess
Life makes little to no sense so Why Worry
the unknown was meant to be blurry

Answer to why we're here, there isn't one
reasons we shouldn't be are a ton

Ripening fruit
swells more each day
till skin so tight
unable to contain the desire within
bursts----
yielding its insides
to the sunshine
which enters her
and touches the soft flesh
- an act of love
the eternal song of nature -
earth receiving the falling rain
shore receiving the returning tide
female and male uniting
in perfect harmony
and for each
- an act of love

Love is one of life's greatest mysteries
It is the driving force
which shapes man's destiny
It is the very foundation
upon which life itself is built

Love leads
life follows
Love is a way of life
One cannot detach oneself from Love
to make a decision
for Love is life itself

Throughout the ages
the power of Love
has gripped the hearts of men
- mighty men who feared nothing
and made them powerless
to resist its spell

Kingdoms rose and fell
Armies laid others waste
and were laid waste by others
Men died in agony
at the command of a Love-infected leader
Paris and Helen of Troy
in the Trojan War
Samson and Delilah
in the battles with the Philistines
Anthony and Cleopatra
in the Roman Civil War

Love is a potent force
that sometimes makes fools
of earth's mighty men of valour
And yet this same Love
has been an instrument of good
with which nothing can compare

There are many kinds of Love -
a man for his God
a man for his woman
a friend for his friend
a person for his kin
a man for his dog
- these and many more

Though the particular cases differ
the effect of Love is the same
- that feeling which inspires and drives men
to achieve things
they once believed impossible

Many a knight fought great odds
and won for his lady
Many a man leaves his comfortable niche
in society
and goes out to endure
the hardship and pain
of the less fortunate
as he gives of himself unselfishly
to improve their state
because of his love for
His God, duty and ideals

History is filled with leaders
who tried to build
and maintain an empire
with the might of brute force
and failed -
Charlemagne
Alexander The Great
Julius Caesar
Napoleon Bonaparte
Adolph Hitler

And yet
a humble carpenter of Nazareth
who shunned brute force
and violence
built an empire on Love
two thousand years ago
and today it covers
the face of the earth

a buzzing bee
the sleeping dog awakens
then bolts from the room


dancing in the dark
fireflies paint lines of light
in exquisite designs


multi-coloured lights
searching the northern sky
aurora borealis

From the outside not one has the capacity to see
inside there's hopelessness that has taken over me
I don't want others cognizant of my crippling inner grief
when it occurs the response never veers from disbelief

Perpetual indignation and excessive change is too much to face
Indubitably instrumental in molding me into a basket case
A condition not obvious induces some to question ' Is it real! '
'JUST BE VERY THANKFUL' you don't feel the way I feel

Suicidal thoughts I must deal with often is truly horrifying
it's torture having to fend off frequent feelings of dying
People "cry out" plenty in hopes others acknowledge their sign
FACT IS too few choose to care...that's THE BOTTOM LINE

They swayed together in the dance of love
strangers that were captured by a hot glance
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

Hand in hand they strolled around the cove
promised that they would return to this place
they swayed together in the dance of love

walking through the glen filled with foxglove
then tenderly he led her to his place
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

They stood talking, air full of scent of clove
the room was lit by candles and fireplace
they swayed together in the dance of love

Time passed soon they moved to the staircase
he helped her climb up to the bed space
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

They were married in a white olive grove
spending their honeymoon at his birthplace
they swayed together in the dance of love
watched with joyfulness by a white dove