Eager Beaver Love

Eager beaver eyes on the prize 
Looking for a target to start with 

If the sun should set 
Then man would have something to hide 

It is given, like a rule in this world 
A verse somewhere in old chapters written 

She attest there must be 
Surely indeed there must 

If the sun rises and sets 
And gravity holds to the law of physics 

Why would this notion 
Be of false state  

So she keeps looking 
A detective on the sniff for trouble 

Come here trouble, testify my resolve 
She keeps looking 

Eager beaver, eyes on the prize 
Looking for a target to start with 

There is a writing on the wall 
Blurred but with manifesting notions 

Time and Space

Time is an escape of a version 
Between yesterday and now 

Tomorrow never comes 
Arms stretch to touch 

Halo realms 
Tomorrow never comes 

Unless I have been wrong 
All along about the magician's gift 

Pulling rabbits out of the hut 
Except for these and long ribbons being pulled 

Could I have been wrong 
Have I been wrong all these while 

Is this world as quantum's prophecies 
Spirit science a bridge between worlds 

Never mind the complexities of our essence 
Just put something on we are going to be late 

Time is an escape of versions 
Between yesterday and now 

Do you mind
We are going to be late 

Time and space 
Love and science 

Armageddon, A craze

We find each others self destructive button 
In times of war, I will bring war to your door step 
And we press push until we explode

Blaming games and ping pong battle, squash 
Hitting balls to the wall with rage
Announcing our displeasure pronouncing our war stunts

Battle lines drawn, war songs sang, war mask worn 
Drums beat to heighten our anxiety 
Pulling out all the daggers with stained old blood 

We are expected to act on instinct 
Taste the blood on our tongues of our enemies
Welcome rage, live in the moment of welcoming death

Death as pleasure theirs or ours
It matters not, no one is to live this 
Stained, drenched land, let no one alive 

We came with good intentions 
Now turned fanatics breaking all the eggs
In the birds' nest, stamping on wet shells

With yolk that sludge on the side. 
Squashing them like a blender 
Mixing their essence with the dirty sand 

There would be no tomorrow, today as judgement day
There would be no salvage value none wanted 
No common grounds to be left after this dance

In the center of the volcanic eruption 
No one is to go looking for gold 
Or any such rich minerals, tell phoenix not to rise 

No one is to go talking of peace 
This as a sacrilege to the cause 
Punishable by death a gruesome death it shall be 

Now would you believe me, if I told you 
This is a romantic poem, a very romantic poem, a peace poem 
A love poem, a heart poem, just in abstract settings