My Meaning to Life
What is there to celebrate?
The Earth, the wind, the sky.
And what exactly shall I praise
And sing its hymns off tongue?
Could I ever, truly ever
Believe in angels, gods, and saints?
And kowtow down
And cry
And bleed
And suffer infinate pain?
What is there to seek and find?
Or is it myself that's truly lost?
Maybe I'll go to find myself
And be a god as well.
Where on a mountaintop,
I'll stand and yell and scream
Carpe diem, baby love
Go find yourself a dream.
And when the lost come
And ask me for their purpose
I'll smile and simply tell them
That the army wants them.
Never to Love
Morning comes and still I run
From the enslaving state called love.
I still feel the warmth of his breath,
his arms,
his chest,
his strong and smooth body contour.
Please leave me be,
For I can not take the company
Of true love and her mate,
The Bullfighting Ring
Crater ring standing high,
cheering faces lining inside.
A thunderous song of ole`
resounds to the stage below,
where two figures make up the display
of a man and a bull.
A chance at valor,
a deadly contest,
a game where one will emerge.
They circle each other,
a graceful dance,
man taunts with his sword,
bull charges toward death.