Various Views
There are stealthy submarines,
Beneath the sea,
Capable of destroying Earth...
There are saucers above,
With powers unknown
And their reasons why they hide
There are secrets in drawers,
And reasons well hidden,
And highways to nowhere,
So often driven,
And life forms in the sea,
And wondering people
And there's you and me
There are moons,
And stars,
And comets bright...
Streaking through
The cold winter's night
There's the past,
The future
Points in between,
Garish lights,
And delights unseen
Moments in time
That should be cast
In Hollywood cement
In hopes they last...
There's poets, pimps
Prime ribs of beef,
The frontline soldier,
The Commander in Chief....
There's yesterday,
Today, tomorrow,
Joyous moments,
Days of sorrow...
Gods and Devils,
Angels and Demons
Black and white
And four seasons
I'll never live long enough,
I know,
To understand..
Why it's so...
Yet in the end,
It matters not,
My time is now...
I thank God I've got
My poet friends,
My musicians too,
MY lovers now,
My days with you
One damn fine thing
This thing called life
With mothers, fathers,
And a loving wife...
Touch each day
As the precious gold it is
And thank our Lord,
For sharing what is his.
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