Magnitudes and tumultuous fears looking inward no answer found it is cold and lonely walling deep in the valley, you parked your car, remote, every other had gone, your life on hold, surviving on instinct. Would you become the victim of a darkened day or would you find the bright light, or is that another world. So far away and yet so within.
Tag: god
St Peter He Asked Of Me
When St Peter opened the gates he asked of me did I own a home, “no” I said “but I’ve walked through a Forest all my life among animals and birds that fly high to greet the sun, with breezes gliding over there wing tips.” St Peter informed me that I had been a good human on earth saving creatures along the way that is why you will be prefered in eternity in the wonderful world of heaven, and verily from my hand one hundred notes given as entry into the land of mlik and honey…
If I…
If I am re-incarnated as a cat I will sleep upon cord jackets, I have now seen in my human life thus far the comfort and peace within the cat, two on one cord jacket curled in a mystic harmony and at the end of my time if I return as a cat trapped as I may feel in my new clothes I will curl on that cord jacket oh the calm
I Cry For The Celeb.
Do you remember crying in your beer for a dead star you thought you might know today. Do you cry for a celebrity who brings no joy, never makes you happy, but somehow does the business, whilst I sit with my ugly self-imposed version of doom
Pluto The Flat Cat That Went Splat.
An epitaph to the feline friend of Mason Cult.
Stone cats in the sun will they ever live again, feral destiny was never good my squashed cat friend has expired. His short coil now ended abandoned flat and no more, now his coat is his, all his soul has sped away.
We noted him, we will try to remember him, but I sense we will all be stiff one day. Our thoughts will be as rigid as our bodies it a price we pay for gods gift short or long, that is mortality for Pluto the tomcat he is dead.