You keep on asking as if we're blessed
There are no answers for us to digest
Man has no insight to the meaning of life
It's futile and full of pain and strife
...
I was gently holding
My sister's hand
As she crossed over peacefully
To another land
...
How many raindrops fall
As I blink?
It must be billions
I would think
...
I don't waste time
Searching for answers
I just go with the flow
And take my chances
...
I sat in the GP's
Waiting room
It was all so depressing
Full of doom and gloom
...
Four rashes of bacon
Two slices of bread
Real butter and brown sauce
For my pounding head
...
These shoes are too tight
Said little Ben
Don't worry said Mum
You'll get used to them
...
It takes Seventy quid
To fill my tank
I'm always borrowing
And overdrawn at the bank
...
I confronted a gang
Outside my home
There were Five of them
I was on my own
...
Would the man from Bolsover
Please calm down?
Stop screaming sir
And acting like a clown
...
I don't think I'll ever
Be really free
Speaking for myself
I'm a prisoner of me
...
What's that noise?
I hear you cry
My failing heart
I'm afraid said I
...
What happened last night?
It feels painful and sore
I woke up naked
On his bedroom floor
...
Another explosion
On a subway train
Bodies lie naked
In endless pain
...
Look at all the people
As they run run run
One brain cell between them
They're so dumb dumb dumb
...
The policeman was angry
A right old meanie
Acting like something
Out of the Sweeney
...
www.kelvinrush.com Kelvin Rush is the author of ten books. He’s written and published over one thousand poems, most of which are included in his book “Birth Slave Die” released in 2019.)
The Meaning Of Life
You keep on asking as if we're blessed
There are no answers for us to digest
Man has no insight to the meaning of life
It's futile and full of pain and strife
Think about anything that comes in your head
Then never forget one day you'll be dead
It's hardly surprising that no one is sane
The drugs and the booze the lies and the pain
The reason for living is not found in a book
It's like having a dream but you never wake up
It can't be explained by sight or sound
It's magnificent and godlike immense and profound
It's short and sweet it's bitter and pure
It offers you thrills but gives you no cure
It's bloody and quaint it's violent and cruel
It pretends to be saint but acts like a fool
It rises in many and renders you weak
It causes such heartache it's coy and discrete
It knows you will suffer before you give in
It's cunning and stunning and determined to win
It shines like an angel it oozes with joy
It's willing and able to kill and destroy
It moves off in silence then strikes like a snake
God help all the ones who lie in its wake
It's confusing and baron and incredibly wise
It's intrusive and Aaron it laughs and it cries
It pretends to be clean when in fact it infects
It's rude and obscene and hard to detect
It always reacts and never forgets
It retains all its strength from the ones it protects
It creates then dictates then destroys all that's good
It debates and dilates and feeds off your blood
It's rigid and torrid corrupt and insane
It thrives on emotion like anger and pain
It lurks like a virus it's patient and calm
It's willing and able with swagger and charm
It comes out of nowhere with fire and gust
It's heartless and cold it's bold and robust
Nothing on earth can stand in its way
It flatters and shatters and batters its prey
So before you ask what's the meaning of life
Just remember my friend we're dumb and so blind
We're specs on this earth of no consequence
We're meaningless parasites an insignificance