My simple little life, has been lived a billion times before,
This air I breathe, breathed at least a zillion times or more,
Ten billion others born to die, living embellished lives,
As a hundred billion humming bees explore,
Buzzing life and incantations in their mantra hives.
A billion earthquakes have shaken a trillion lives or more,
A million tsunamis charge with the Reaper, deliver death to every shore.
Three teenage girls with their legs and eyes and lips, sat at a table next to me,
Sat there a million times before, adorned in those same skins,
Those same three girls dressed in different lives perched there,
A billion times before and more, wearing those same grins.
Following the fall of forever, where a million bombs dropped,
A billion crimes shall over time, manifest those very sins,
Chronology ticks front to back, round and round, yet has never stopped,
I wonder as new snow falls, how many flakes have fallen?
Does a pine tree bear its cones and seeds, count each grain of pollen?
All music that I hear today as well, drifts forgotten out in space,
How many times those same resonant notes, vibrated this same place?
As spring arrives again I wonder how many leaves trees have made?
How many branches have grown, dying to fall in each reverential glade?
Watching as snow white wakes, in this cycle of place and time,
How many times has humankind witnessed this same story?
In this same space, with this same rhythm with this same rhyme?
Is there really anything ever new, adorned in creative glory?
Or has creation seen it all,  done it all, all been before?
Has existence come to pass, rejoiced again with a different story?
Is there ever really ever more?
As I lay me down to sleep,
Perhaps to dream a fancy dream,
Drift into another place, imaginary familiar space,
Perchance the Lord my soul to keep,
As I dream and scream a primal theme.
If life needs mending,  be never ending,
Throughout this universal realm,
If God keeps calling from the source,
Sending sailing ships from that spiritual helm,
If life goes on and on and on, stays its very course,
Never ending, expanding with enlightened leaven,
If circles keep on spiraling,
Around some distant heaven,
Is existence forever spinning?
Is God in heaven, forever grinning?
I'm lost in all this cryptic cost,
Forever lost, without faith so very lost,
Without an ounce of love to hold me.
Sitting cross-legged on a  weathered shore,
Regarding life through thick fog, across a titanic ocean,
Heeding that deep spiraling gyre separating God and thee.
There are those that say "In time we shall find a way."
Plus there are those who pray, "In time God will come and stay."
In this fleeting life of motion,
That's been lived a million times before,
I sense the beating of a transient heart,
All hearts have beat in time and rhyme and more,
A zillion times, like fine grains scattered on a sandy shore.
Still yesterday I lived, while a million suns exploded,
I died a million times, passed away a billion times,
Still yesterday when I was born, a million galaxies imploded,
While nativity was born, reborn a trillion times,
Like those three teenage girls, seated next to me,
With their nose rings and locks of rainbow hair,
Grinning, laughing, whispering things, engrossed by glee,
Ignore the bigger play, as if existential life wasn't there.
Now clouds roll in, fogging up my day and view with strife,
Like a kaleidoscope full of wondrous passion,
Death comes knocking, disrupting my hovel life,
Death wants to grab me in its modern fashion,
Dance me across the burning desert sand,
Death wants to lead me to another land,
Grip and guide thee to a distant shore,
A place that should be familiar, oh but so much more,
I've been there a thousand, ten thousand times before.
I sense existence grabbing a bloodied knife from the virile start,
As I live and breathe, that blade is plunged into life's pounding heart,
My soul cries out as suns explode, while sultry angst tears love apart.
In this war torn age, with war torn poems written on a bloodied page,
Neutron bombs drop in unison, destroying humanities simple lives,
Thus birds aren't hatching,  bees are perishing in their hives,
Humming beat accompanied by vacillating note, entertain on this varied stage,
Drumming extinction with instinctive rage, as compassion drowns in a wrathful sea,
Rapt life grips that bloody knife, sacrifices all the world as well as you and me,
Travels light years with slaughter in its  psyche to the very source,
Where three teenage girls sit and laugh and grin, all void of sin,
Watching God reinvent yet another float to raft his galactic course,
More being, creation spread o'er God's vast ocean without remorse,
Let imagination reign with recipe, as a billion innocent suns implode,
Life begins anew again hatching death, embellished by inventive mode.
Three girls with their rainbow hair and legs and lips and teenage hips,
Hop music tattooed on their minds, a billion times o'er a million mind trips,
Septum nose rings dangling jeweled from that nasal perforation,
Repetitious stimuli aroused and encircling reincarnations spatial summation,
A juncture point recurring in cycles,  revolving and solving life in smatters,
Retracing creation from its incarnate source, resolving life whenever it matters.