this strange life
where love wants to catch us
then rip us apart
tear us into pieces
just to see if we can heal
just to see if we survive
this crazy world
that sees us born
drenched and crying
for the rest of our intense lives
leaving us out in the pouring rain
rendering dreams out of our lucid minds
those trees that we plant
helping us to be compassionate and kind
if the universe is real
perhaps our soul will find
what we should truly be and feel
let love take you
by your hand
live your years being kind
when those tears come
when sadness breaks your heart
as old age overcomes you
how can you feel okay
what verbs do you really want to speak and say
all those clever things
that you never want to hear
all those harsh words that never disappear
leaving you lonely and dismayed
where there is no music
where there is no rhyme
when bullets fly
when bombs explode
when life drags you to the lowest mode
right down to your knees
where you just cry and cry
when sombre deeds and thoughts
keep on tearing you down
all the tragic way
to dreadful suicide mode
if tornadoes have torn your life apart
when the sun just will not shine
stop and pull the knife
out of your bleeding heart
plug those bullet holes
fierce wickedness left in your head
fling your broken body
upon that ticking bomb
let God pick up those fleshy pieces
while demons bathe
in your coagulating blood
retrieve your unscathed soul
speak a meditative prayer
midst all that insipid rain and fear
which isn't vicarious or rare
causing that latest intrepid flood
cleansing this odd iconoclastic world
until we're no longer here
this cosmogonic universe
will surrender thanking God
cosmology and love becoming
absolute and clear
 

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