Hearken to this
God-given,
indisputable ahh
gospel truth.

My salsa on two
brings The All of
baddest bunnies
to the dance floor.
Yes, it do.

Though
I don’t know
what on two
even means..
I bring my own
courage and
presence and
dreams.

What separates
a scrawny sophist
from a true
philosopher king?

Is it his wisdom?
Or the rigor
in the manner
he articulates
the logic of his
arguments?

Is it his love
of knowledge?
Or his knowledge
of love?
In truth..
it isn’t any
of the virtues
mentioned
up above …

Time flies
like an arrow.
The Gadfly
ages like
wine.

Fruit forbidden
is tasting
as sweet as
before..
Our existence
may change
on a dime.

But what
makes our love
worth a penny?
Pretty lucky
and mutually fair?
It’s a love
that continues
to choose
what is right..
whether …

“Enough with bullying.
We’re all friends here.”
I tell me as I crack
another beer.

Sometimes you gotta
be a dick
to get your way.
Sometimes
you gotta live your life..
Regardless
of what others have
to say.

What joy it is..
To cherish my
every mistake,
every regret …

Don’t we all
wish to make it
into heaven..
past the pearly
gates?

Some of us
start our journey
earlier in life..
others may
start it relatively
late.

What other
higher ends
could possibly
be high enough..
to justify so many
strange and crooked
means?

How would I know …

All good stories
must come
to an end..
where the rest
of our stories
begin.

Our past
is already
written.
Our present
is what we
now live.
Our future
is what we
envision..
Of which
we have yet
to write.

Our own
sweat and blood
spilled in present
are inks …

Would I be
amputating
my right arm
because it is
too weak?

Would I be
cursing at it?
Wishing for
a better arm..
The One
I truly seek?

Or would I
instead be
putting my
right arm
to work?
So I may
push it
towards
healthy,
steady
growth?

Just like …

I been the beep
about as many
times
as I have
been the boop.

Boop
binted bogos..
bogos of
beep boop
together happy.
Words alone
cannot convey
their deepest
truth.

Somewhere
along the way..
the boop
lost sight
of just how much
boop loved the beep.

Got booped
through boinking …

Too many
entities within
our Universe..
our future
timelines
hyperbranch.

Courses
of action
taken and
considered
both preemptively
and in response
are on the march.

Some lead
to promised land..
While others
to The End.
The Fifth One,
known as Death,
awaits us there…
But we are still alive,
so …

Come on..
Who do we
really love?
The person?
Or the label?

The All of them?
Or what they
represent
within our
fable?

Their presence?
Or us knowing
that with them
at least we’re
not alone?

Depends on
how and
where and
when and

why.. just
let them go …