Death Writes To Life

Next to nothing is always something, she said.
Kings beg to differ-
tomorrow I will not be here!
In mind, state of mind, asleep at home.
Cherish is a word for the mops.
I'm still here-
home is where the known is, he said.
I known not to know of my own change-
therefore it does not exist.

Simple lessons in most basic assertions-

for why they asked, and Hammurabi stood tall!
A dog among men.

Exercised a simple natural, to become time blockers
and yea they were scared-
but the beginning wasn't made to attract it.
Nor was anything out to seek it
Yet it became just because, like morals that never was
They asked themselves, a look deep inside
A dark impermeable lake reflected them straight back-
growled, snarled to a whisper
People out for their own cosmos' greatest failure

Bengal fire

Can't change who it is, (except if it's the trend.)
I might bend to this scribble when birds fly
or maybe I don't have to make sense
or maybe I should stop talking like I'm,.. I'm me.
You see all we are saying is don't come into contact-
with me, us, octopus, etc... because I've lived-
your life, it was horrid, it was blind and unproductive, the opposite of self cleansing, I'm not buying, and now I'm looking for me seventeenth century diamond.