Colin F. Jones

THE MAN WITHOUT A SOUL

~ 1 ~

I remember his heaven an empty hole,
A nothing place without a soul,
Where he may now be lost for good,
No spirit rising from his bone and blood.
Where is he now, who vented spite
On those he deemed were never right?
Who valued life in dollars and cents,
Obesity the consequence.
Is he with the God he did not accept,
Reassessing the level of his intellect,
Cringing with fear lest he be thrown,
Into the nothingness he now bemoans,
That once was where he bragged he’d go,
Because he thought he knew what he did not know?

~ 2 ~

We are such fools we who guess and dream,
Needing something to believe in it would seem,
Even if its belief in none belief, we mean,
To suppress our grief and fear of the unseen,
With something! Even egotistical self,
That leads to disregard of our mortal health.
Yes we are foolish we who desire,
To be seen above others searching ever higher,
Stubborn and stupid disregarding the real,
For a day in the sun for the emotion we feel,
When we consider ourselves so righteously pure,
That we seek to dictate our own chosen law,
As though we are exempt from the rain and the snow,
That only, we know, what we really don’t know.

~ 3 ~

So if we do not believe then why do we rave,
Forever pushing the point from birth to the grave,
Trying to convince everybody that we must be right,
Ridiculing and accusing and being impolite.
And why do believers do exactly the same,
Shouting from the hilltops their creator’s name,
Fearful of thoughts that they might be terribly wrong,
Doubts creeping in to rattle their gong.
Does anyone see the reasons why people do this,
Note the insecure passions reaching for bliss
Or the strong forceful denial that illogical faith,
Is the myth of the vain who worship a wraith.
So self-centred we are the wider landscape is dim,
As we roll with the boat on an ocean of whim.