POEM 2001 0526 0629
We Think To Find Happiness Through Selfish Ways
It is beyond us that someone could love us without reservation,
Without needing anything from us.
That's because it is impossible for you and for me to think
Unselfishly, at least when we entertain our egos as reality.
The people who were swept away, sucked up into the storm,
Mindlessly taken, by a gargantuan entity without feeling,
And we judge the storm as evil and say, we say,
We'd never act coldly destructively in such a way.
The institutions of man do it all the time,
Go for a walk in the park and take the park home for lunch,
Decide to keep it for a pet, master it and send it out
A ego-whore to get parks amour pour les bontemps roulle!
It is insane that we are waiting as institutions, each little one,
Every little ego a Rome, a Caesar, a Pope, a Treasurer,
Pirates of the Caribbean or miscreants of some other beings
Sluffed off at birth with the waste of what was not fit to be.
We would go so far as to done Poe's robes, Twain's wit,
Job's tears, Merton's lies, and the whole of the Marist skies,
Taken as a diamond studded Indra's net, cape of our lies,
Disguise how we wait for the next victims like killer rocks!
Landslide! We shout! Our victory! We've destroyed another,
And another world, more worlds destroyed than worlds to be,
So, you see, there is a time capsule and in it is the key:
The tale telling how the sinister dark fiends victimized our souls.
It is closed.
Hidden.
Not to be found.
Not while ego is around!
We Think To Find Happiness Through Selfish Ways
It is beyond us that someone could love us without reservation,
Without needing anything from us.
That's because it is impossible for you and for me to think
Unselfishly, at least when we entertain our egos as reality.
The people who were swept away, sucked up into the storm,
Mindlessly taken, by a gargantuan entity without feeling,
And we judge the storm as evil and say, we say,
We'd never act coldly destructively in such a way.
The institutions of man do it all the time,
Go for a walk in the park and take the park home for lunch,
Decide to keep it for a pet, master it and send it out
A ego-whore to get parks amour pour les bontemps roulle!
It is insane that we are waiting as institutions, each little one,
Every little ego a Rome, a Caesar, a Pope, a Treasurer,
Pirates of the Caribbean or miscreants of some other beings
Sluffed off at birth with the waste of what was not fit to be.
We would go so far as to done Poe's robes, Twain's wit,
Job's tears, Merton's lies, and the whole of the Marist skies,
Taken as a diamond studded Indra's net, cape of our lies,
Disguise how we wait for the next victims like killer rocks!
Landslide! We shout! Our victory! We've destroyed another,
And another world, more worlds destroyed than worlds to be,
So, you see, there is a time capsule and in it is the key:
The tale telling how the sinister dark fiends victimized our souls.
It is closed.
Hidden.
Not to be found.
Not while ego is around!
