Colin F. Jones

BEYOND THE TEARS

~ 1 ~

Belief, like opinion. is lacking facts,
Neither, in any case real truth attracts,
For what we assume to be, seldom is,
Despite the fact that this fact we dismiss.
So many times I’ve thought of being dead:
Being non existent fits not in my head,
That I feel sure there is more life to live.
But there’s no proof no fact that I can give.
What could I be without a brain to think,
Without a tongue without an eye to wink?
My youth has gone what age would I be,
It makes no sense for I would not be me.
Thus I must ask why is it that you believe,
That there is life beyond the tears you grieve.

~2 ~

Is there some distant place beyond the stars,
Where spirits live; where there are no cars,
Where dead people live their lives again,
But without the heartache and the pain?
A place where bubbles bounce around all day,
Like happy spectres enjoying peaceful play;
Unborn babies, young folk who are old,
Who burnt to death; those frozen in the cold,
And veterans who reached an age most desire,
Conversing with great granddad and his sire.
Such is the comedy of such trivial thought,
When the intellect is confused by what is taught,
Or is heaven just a place of peaceful dreams,
Without the furniture of the minds extremes.

~ 3 ~

You cannot speak of God from your own mind,
There’s no original thought for you to find,
For everything you think came from a book,
Like a recipe derived from a programmed cook.
Take away the bible and God disappears,
Along with the priesthood of false careers.
A power base dies and control depletes,
Before all the known facts hypothesis retreats.
But the schemers would return, new plots to tend,
New images to form new ways to pretend.
Because we all want to believe in the sacred lie,
That a heaven awaits us when we finally die.
Then God bless you all that what you believe,
Becomes the reality of all that you wish to receive.