POETRY 

                   To a Mother that has died

 

 Days passed and i miss the days i was a kid

Dear Mom i can see those happy days

Your love was so good never i will forget 

Now the sun is going, it is the sunset

Dear mother you are no more, i miss you

 when  i can see my dear mother again?

You are dead, your blood pumps in my vain

When i can see you again? Mother can you feel my pain?

you`re dead, you are no more 

I see the old  pictures of your childhood

 i can remember the happy days in our neighburhood

i cry my dear mother i see you in dreams

i can feel you in the rivers, forest  and streams

but i can see you no more mother i will never forget

I know you really loved me, you never despised me

 and i cry until my death will i see you?

 

 

Poetry

 

 

   The atheist dreams

 

 

Thinking what is existence the human soul wanders

Contemplating life,  reason, hell and the universe wonders.

thinking that we`ll be forgotten as if we never had existed.

never to see a beautiful day, never to feel the sun

What is that fear of death? what is that fear of dying?

The atheist response was: " we are a random event that never will ever exist again"

We know that eventually we will die one day

All morality is subjective the atheist might say.

However we might cry to think we might never exist again

to think all was in vain, all our toil, work and joy in vain .

 

All our love was in vain erased by the pass of time.

No punisment, no regret for any evil or for any crime.

 

And we cry to see our life fades away,

and we`ll never exist again.

we will never enjoy the dusk in may

 

There must be a light, a light in this darkness, a light of love

There must be a hope in all this chaos of reason

and a punishment for all evil and treason

The grave must not be the end, all this toil must have a meaning

we can not scape the punishment of our evilness becoming nothing

 

They say life is a dream without reason

we are puppets of fate in the irracional maze of destiny

Being aware that we exist, aware we will die

we ponder is not the universe alive?

  

we wonder  is the end of all our toil and love, the grave?

never exist again never see the ones we love

and our bones bleaching without us in a coffin,  in the sea or  a cave

all the pity is the loneliness all the pity is not love again. 

That is the real sadness that is the atheist real pain.

Those who love, love eternity, long for beauty and life .

Those who love, love justice, because justice is love.

Existence the great mystery, i never asked to be

but i am, before i was lies a mystery of nothingness

any way we will die and before us lies ahead eternity or void

but i want to live again forever, i want to love and see

again those who have already died and i love, where are thee?

 where are they in the sea of time?

 

All i know is at the end destiny brings justice

Infinity is a mystery and love is eternity

What am i? i can not know why i am?

all i know is i exist and others exist.

All i know is there is a goodness in the universe

and the universe is love, eternal love and living reason. 

can the universe be aware of it self?

We are a fractal of the universal conscience

All i know is there is a God