No Deities, Just Choice
I speak to you, mother, each day, although you so hate me.
Yet you’ve been blessed with a wonderful man; how lucid fate must be.
How typically suburbian of you; yet my attempt to love goes on.
I love you simply to love him. He’s a father; late as dawn.
I love him; he gave back to me the part I thought was gone.
And now he dies in front of us
And I die in front of you
Yet what you’re choosing not to see is SO MUCH LOVE, value.
They gave him 1 month, gave me two.
Yet you allow your anger to steer you.
We want you here
Where he and I will meet once more will be so beautifully.
I only wish you’d head good sense to join us one day peacefully.
For we will be there very soon...
(That thought is SO scary);
That our paradise might be something you’ll never get to see.
We’ll color the skies with every thought
We’ll run and never have to stop.
We’ll soon know the purest love that all can have
Til paradise is tainted with your “got’s”.
There are no rules here
Only love.
There are no jewels here
Only promises of
The happiness you once did feel
Through a thinly laced black glove.
I’m so sad that, mother, how you adhere so quite tightly
To such strick and old beliefs you’ve held
Deep under lock and key.
What you say are angry thiefs are simply you, not me.
It must hurt you in many ways and just so desperately.
We will waait forever for you if that’s what it takes.
We will mmake as many paradises as the afterlife makes.
We will give our canvasses of forver no stops, no breaks.
Although you you never loved us, we’ll fill your world with lakes.
We know you love the west coast; we won’t fill it with quakes.
We will fill your waiting spot with trees and tireless breaks.
Frankly we will be happy to do anything at stake
Just to see you filled with joy; not desperate wakes.
In just two months, mother, we’ll both be gone.
We will throw our paint across our lands
And hope you’ll come along.
The golden stairs will mean much less
If we both have to wait so long
To know the path you always chose was wrong
And that you’ll never be so blessed
To throw away such notions of a scolding, strong
Big cunning man who decides where you belong
As such an awful deity as “he” should wear a dress
To prove you’re wrong
In times of such distress.
But soon we’ll wait heere, shorter than you’ll know
Off painting houses, landsacapes and rainbows.
We’d like you with us but that’s not for us to know.
We’ll just hold hope that for once you get we are not foes.
The afterlife; much more forgiving than any of us knows.
We hope to see you there one day enjoying our rainbows.
Let go of of hate and one day...
Well, who knows?