More Lil Questions Poem by Butch Decatoria

People have misconceptions when it's heaven
they talk about, as if
They "know" or have been privileged with the answers to
The questions that is this journey we share in time
to ask of ourselves
Why and who am I?

There's no sexual identity crisis with the divine, what we know as corporeal as flesh, is as alien to the light as breath is in the hereafter. The ethereal body and beyond has no need or worry of whetheror not gay is happy or a ticket to infernal hell and it's eternal suffering. Who really knows? We'll see when we're there, but here we are babbling on in ivory towers and having no clue for whom and how we do what evils we mindlessly do… who knows….

Who says so? On who's authority? Who speaks for you and who are they to say they know what's good? Why let their drama set the stage, when life may be a game, but life ain't no one's business to make afraid or waste...

Love is all or nothing, more than human, or the excuses that idiots make. It is the absolute and abstract truth that universe has sown from soul and goodness sake.

Let's speak on what we've learned, and master peace by respecting life and what precious time it has to bloom. If silence is golden then our words should spark diamonds, by gifting the world with truth, at least make the world brighter or simply don't speak (word or no, what will be will be, wait and see) .