No Deities, Just Choice

I speak to you, mother, each day, although you so hate me.

Yet you’ve been blessed with a wonderful man; how lucid fate must be.

How typically suburbian of you; yet my attempt to love goes on.

I love you simply to love him. He’s a father; late as dawn.

I love him; he gave back to me the part I thought was gone.

And now he dies in front of us

And I die in front of you

Yet what you’re choosing not to see is SO MUCH LOVE, value.

They gave him 1 month, gave me two.

Yet you allow your anger to steer you.

We want you here

Where he and I will meet once more will be so beautifully.

I only wish you’d head good sense to join us one day peacefully.

For we will be there very soon...

(That thought is SO scary);

That our paradise might be something you’ll never get to see.

We’ll color the skies with every thought

We’ll run and never have to stop.

We’ll soon know the purest love that all can have

Til paradise is tainted with your “got’s”.

There are no rules here

Only love.

There are no jewels here

Only promises of

The happiness you once did feel

Through a thinly laced black glove.

I’m so sad that, mother, how you adhere so quite tightly

To such strick and old beliefs you’ve held

Deep under lock and key.

What you say are angry thiefs are simply you, not me.

It must hurt you in many ways and just so desperately.

We will waait forever for you if that’s what it takes.

We will mmake as many paradises as the afterlife makes.

We will give our canvasses of forver no stops, no breaks.

Although you you never loved us, we’ll fill your world with lakes.

We know you love the west coast; we won’t fill it with quakes.

We will fill your waiting spot with trees and tireless breaks.

Frankly we will be happy to do anything at stake

Just to see you filled with joy; not desperate wakes.

In just two months, mother, we’ll both be gone.

We will throw our paint across our lands

And hope you’ll come along.

The golden stairs will mean much less

If we both have to wait so long

To know the path you always chose was wrong

And that you’ll never be so blessed

To throw away such notions of a scolding, strong

Big cunning man who decides where you belong

As such an awful deity as “he” should wear a dress

To prove you’re wrong

In times of such distress.

But soon we’ll wait heere, shorter than you’ll know

Off painting houses, landsacapes and rainbows.

We’d like you with us but that’s not for us to know.

We’ll just hold hope that for once you get we are not foes.

The afterlife; much more forgiving than any of us knows.

We hope to see you there one day enjoying our rainbows.

Let go of of hate and one day...

Well, who knows?