The “Joke” Of Life – Keep “Perspective”

As The Flowers Bloom, Amid the Meadows Of Life ..
From The Bosom Of Creation, Crying For Destiny ..

Far From Being Perfect, Alas Not Imperfect ..
With Determination, Meandering The Moments ..

One Step At a Time, Two Steps Too Much ..
No Agony In Site, All Glorious Heaven ..

In the Humdrum Of Existence, With Much Seriousness ..
Many Attempts, To Glorify Oneself ..

From Adam and Eve, To The Garden Of Eden ..
All That Stuff, Take A Break My Brother ..

A Thousand Years From Now, Maybe Yesterday ..
Tomorrow Coming, All The Same ..

The Futility Of All, Masqueraded As Significant ..
Nothing That Significant, All The Same ..

The Flower Blooming Tomorrow, Doesn’t Care A Less ..
My Theology Or Your Theology, All the Same ..

Every Atom, Every Effort, Every Thought ..
Cast Aside All Prejudice, All For Naught ..

If The God Of Creation, Had Planned All This ..
My Plan Better Than His, By And By ..

Make Love To Me My Lover, Sweetness Of Your Spirit ..
Engulfs My Passion, Everlasting ..

Come Forth My Darling, Our Spirits Unite ..
As If No Tomorrow, Let’s Rejoice ..

The Scent Of Your Body, Glorifies My Senses ..
Come My Sweet, Embrace My Manhood ..

Much Work To Do Tomorrow, Not Much Time Today ..
Embrace Me My Lover, Let’s Rejoice ..

Shall I Make Love To You, Or Read The “Koran” ..
I’ll Make Love To You, “Koran” Can wait ..

Come My Lover, Let’s Waste No More ..
Embrace Me Darling, My Manhood Exploding ..

Shall I Begin With You, Or Start My “Prayer” ..
You First My Darling, “God” Can Wait ..

Come My Darling, Let’s make Love ..
God Can Wait, He Sure Will ..

Love Me My Lover, No Substitute ..
God Is Love, No Substitute ..

Let’s Tarry No More, Come To Me ..
My Lover You Are, Come To Me ..

Heaven can Wait, I Can’t ..
Come My Lover, I Can’t ..

Come To Me My Lover ..
“Let’s” ..

“Make” ..
“Love” ..

“God” ..
“Can” ..

“Wait” ..