cafetwo2010 Poetry (644)

Where is the distinction
between that which is known
and who or what is doing
the knowing?
Where resides the golden
essence of consciousness?
Is 'Reason' merely a collection
of flash images and biological
experiences which have assembled
themselves in a physical plane
in time and space-?
By what pinciple does what is
called mind held in a cohesive
unity?-
How can consciousness be known
without another consciousness
knowing it?-
Can one claim to possess 'reason'
or is 'reason' the property of
another?-
Do we live, and move, and breathe
within the sustaining revelation
of the divine, or do we find our
'awakeness' as a hypnotic trick
within a cosmic probability?-
Can I love you without a God,or
must God teach me what love is?
Is there a human love with which
we love God and man, and if there
is why do we look for a principle
of love outside ourselves, and why
have we not perfected the very love
we claim we have contrived by virtue
of our own nature and reason?-
Who IS the giver of Love?
How long will we chase the shadows
of a failing history and allow dead
philosophers and bad tempered people
dictate what is our rightful heritage..
which is the tree of Life..
These and other questions taunt my mind
as I pour my 25th cup of coffee..

What is life when all
the thinking has been done?
What is life in our
living under the sun?
What is life when perfection
shall be won?
What is life when all justice
shall be served?
What is life when we get what
we deserved?
What is life when no competition
is needed?
What is life when everyone has
succeeded?
What is life when not an evil
thought is present?
What is life when we'll never
find a peasant?
What is life when there is no
left or right?
What is life when there is no
goal in sight?
What is life when life is all
that is?~

Oh, the reasoning of it all
Just one more throw of the dice
What are the chances we be men
and not scampering little mice?
A probability you say..a random
act of chance
But how long will we assume that
we are natures happenstance?
Stack up the odds..pile them ever
so high
The mathematics will confound us
to the very day we die
Mice will be mice and men will
be men
Astronomically speaking..could it
happen again?
I think not, but that's a thought..
Oh, here we go again
No mouse can ever match us cause we
be thinking men~

rich men write
no poetry
Their sweet refrains
are not needed
They throw sweet
nothings to the
wind
But have they
truly succeeded?

Some monkey ran off with my chick..
It's not fair!
Just because that crazy fool had
more hair on his chest than me I
get dumped..
Can somebody send a letter to that
tree swinging beast and tell him
to send my girl back home?

His Address:
Kongville Jungle
Swamp Heights
Zip 123banana-boy

I greeted you with red
roses and the sweetest
wine from France
I whirled you around
the room as you swayed
in sexy dance
Your smile was electrifying
your dress was velvet lace
I knew the second you touched
me I'd never leave this place
Oh help me I am drowning in
her kisses like golden wine
Will this night last forever
Will this passion make me
blind?
Will the daylight shine upon
us with a blessing or a curse
Will I lose myself in drunken
love..only to fear the worse?~

'Be harmless as doves but
wise as the fox..
In all things have a good
concious..
When it comes to money..spend
some..give some..save some..
Let not the sun go down on
your anger..
A soft answer turns away wrath..
A good woman is impossible to find..
A mans kindness wins the woman..
Faith,hope,love,but the greatest is
love..
Do not have many books..be the master
of the one book..the one thing you do
well..

The judgement was given:
Banished from Paradise!

Destroyed forever..the beauty
she once had..

A soul rent from the bond with
its Maker..

She returns back to behold the
tree which had promised wisdom
and the prospect of living
forever..

From morning til night she stood
gazing at the tree..trying to
understand..trying to form the
words..

She remembers the one who spoke
to her..

She remembers his power of persuasion..
She looks down at her hands and feet
and feels her skin as an alien flesh..

The tree is guarded by flaming swords
and a fearful reminder of that terrible
injunction..'Thou Shall Not..'

She..Eve..mother of all living..

She..Eve..Beauty goddess of the
universe..

She..broken in mind and soul..

Ponders..gazes intently at the leaves
of the mysterious tree..

For a moment the voice of dread slips her
thinking..

She has thoughts..the deep stirs her
rememberance..

A prophetic utterance is brought to
her mind..

With a hand that was once purer than
olives and could gesture with the grace
of divinity..she drys her cheek filled
tears..

The words form on her lips..
And speaking with the voice
of a victor who will yet rise
she quotes the prophecy..

'He will crush your head, and
you will strike his heel'~

To scream bloody murder..

To slam a fist in righteous
indignation..

To dance like fools in
the streets..

To believe..

To disbelieve..

To love all and hate all..

To moan and groan within
ones soul..

To dream of Heaven..to fear..Hell

To laugh..to cry..to beg to die..

To go to War
To Kill
To Smash
To Beat
To Hate
To.........look for Peace..

To wonder at the glories of
Nature..

To Behold the Beauty..

To Ponder..to..Reflect..

To know that you are the Knower..

To be World Famous!

To be an Unknown despicable nothing
piece of flesh living behind a rock..

To wish it all away..

To see Day and Night..again and again..

To take a stand..to fight for the Right..

To Do Nothing! To Play the Fool!

To seek God..To Love God..or.....
to Hate Him..

The Contest is upon us..

We are Here!
We are Alive!
To Live!
Or Die!

Pick up Your Spoon!
Sip the knowledge made for you..

Be filled with Conviction..
Or be Tossed about By Every Wind Of Doctrine!

Be Creative..
Step out!
Break the Chains..
Be Human..
Be Divine..
You are Free Will..
To Be it All..or nothing..
A Persistant Whimsicality~

It's against the law to love~

You'll Freak when you
see this filthy beast,
Just look at all these
mangled teeth,
And my face you'd say
is a dripping mess,
But on my planet I'm
truly blessed,
When I was born they
threw a mighty feast,
To celebrate their
gruesome beast,
They served it two times
dead dipped on a stick,
Then slung it in my face
like a bucket of spit,
I grew and grew til I
was belched from my nest,
Then left to rot until
I looked my best,
I mated with something
I scraped off a rock,
Now the eggs are hatching
in our beastly flock,
Your planet was ripe
for colonization,
Just begging for a
mass invasion,
So, I gathered my brood
of hungry Crunchers,
Hundreds and hundreds
of Mangling Munchers,
We hitched a ride on
a speeding comet,
And slammed the earth
like a ball of vomit,
Now we're licking our
chops in anticapation,
So happy to announce
your extermination,
Like we're soooo gonna
trash your habitation,
Cause an Alien Skillet..
is your Destination~

cafetwo2010

Who will think the last thought..
Who will see the last crashing
of an ocean wave?

Who's eyes will behold the snuffed
light of the suns rays..

Will it be you
Will it be me?

Who's hand will dry the
last tear..
Who's heart will release
the final fear?

Will it be you?
Will it be me?

Who will fight the last
battle..
Who will be the last hero?

Who will perform the last hate?
Who will show the last love?

Will it be you?
Will it be me?