Stream of unconsciousness

Celebrations of a type that tell our history
chances taken eating bacon full of mystery.
does the lamb sleep with the lion? only time will tell.
Seems to me his life would be manely living hell.
life as I see it today, has little meaning true.
the people that I met at birth are still way overdue.
their promises of love and family never came to pass.
they're all a bunch of fucking liars and can kiss my hairy ass.
life is merely what we do to pass our time with joy
the options aren't that many if you're not with wealth, my boy.
there it is, go and get it, bring it in, on lies.
takes a while but it may happen, after many tries.
lips that lie. hearts that break. God is laughing hard
he knew that we were fairly screwed, and kicked us out the yard.
bang! you're dead, quickly too, it makes for short to be.
anything we do all day, can make us food for trees.
Now you're alive. Now you're dead. where's the line so drawn?
can we trust you or us, we each can make us gone.
"Pity this", the angels say; "Earth is but a joke."
we live to die and die to live, POOF, a puff of smoke.
Iraquis, Iranis,Koreans, and more
trying to kill us and the world. What for?
for Gods that demand too much from the soul
and destiny driving us into a hole?
pollution, collusion, and many more sins
haunt us and taunt us to where it begins.
the lives we live; are they ours to be had??
can any of Adam's and Eve's goods equal their one bad?
Are we so awful a race of beings that doom is our only fate?
what a fucking joke I say! Is this supposed to be great?
God, what kind of fool are you to lead us down this path?
tease us well with life and "love" and never end your wrath?
kill us please before we love, before we've come to birth.
don't tease us with intelligence, we use to burn up Earth.
how dare you tell us we have everlasting life!
then fill each day in every way, with pain and hurt and strife!
what kind of humor is that? Are we supposed to laugh?
The irony of your "love" to keep us free from what? the draft?
Give us breath, give us hearts, then you take it back.
did you ever have a life, or are you talkin' smack?
winding roads, squishing toads; such a waste of love.
personally, I think the sun I see, may be all that's above.
a myth you seem and just a dream that some may have beheld.
compounding life's tragic secrets, our hearts' becoming swelled.
tell us the truth; oh mighty one. Tell us that you're not.
let us in on the joke my friend, cause laughing's all we got.
the paradox of course, is that you cannot really say.
you cannot tell the truth, because it stands right in the way.
a dream just cannot talk to us and neither can a plan.
concepts don't communicate to animal OR man.

Missive to a kindred spirit

Work is hectic and perplectic as me rush around like kook.
Once in a while, me sit and smile, cause me don't give a fook.
You inspire a nice desire to read and laugh a bit.
me like your humor and your head, and all that other shit.
The letters that you send to me give for me to chuckle.
some others when they write to me, me just don't give a fuckle.

1963

I have the Beatles tattoed on my right buttocks cheek,
The Beach Boys 'cross my thighs.
AC/DC graces my elbows
and The Who, on the lids of my eyes.
Can it be, the ecstasy, of Nirvana, on my back?
Or is it just, Dolly Parton's bust, taking up the slack?
Otis Redding, is totally getting, tired on the dock.
And Ricky Martin sounds like fartin' from the New Kids On the Block.
The old Four Seasons have their reasons for partying dusk til' light.
They claim to be excited, and quite delighted, in fact; Oh! What a Night!
Chicago swings; their voices sing. United, their harmonies score.
The melodies number 25, or is it 6 to 4?
The 50's rocked around the clock.
The 60's smoked our heads.
The 70's gave us tiny tim. His two lips gave us dread.
The punk junk sorta stunk, the Vicious-ness of it all.
It's rebellious boys made lot's o' noise; and had themselves a ball.
The 80's ladies sang that disco; singing more, more, more.
The rap we now endure began then, and, damn! MY EARS ARE SORE!
The 90's grunge, tried to expunge, the music we all knew.
The groups brought with 'em an alternative rhythm and alternative lifestyles too.
Now, here we are, puters in cars, and satellite radio.
The times are a changin', our heads re-arrangin'. Now which way do we go?
Can we survive till 3005, our music future to be?
My wish is that, we could go back, to 1963.