"Come to me," her arching finger whispered Saddened embrace like ice on a Hungry tongue
This is dumb. Why are we here?
Entangled photons Spooky action at a distance We say we're responsible for this vision then Refuse responsibility
Blind willfully.
Think you got a will for free? One big human family--No, The next man's death ain't your prize These thoughts are your lies and they Cost lives
Well You are what you think So You are this giant stink Death and decay They say that's the miracle of life God's got a big plan, all right, Only there is no God and there is no plan You're raised naive so you believe Instead of finding out in Being
You call me a drag but you drag me down We're not symbiotic--No, I am you
Underneath the blood and the blades Clicking time to midnight String cut, Fates rested, A new marionette dances and flails While man fails and is bested.
All in all is time-tested There will be no simpathy from the symphony and Earth will never remember when she was molested
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.