Just Timelessthoughts

I am an atheist, thank God. Oh no, my friend, this is not odd as, after all, He knows me still as one who would ignore His will. Yet, here on earth, I make my rules for butchers, bakers and for fools. Thus, hear me boy, as I explain lest you end up another Cain, just climbing Promise Mountain is in my view (and perhaps in His) no license to stake out a claim in Carnal Valley's hidden shame. So tame your odd and eager shrew be happy with the current view. As later on, just having been down near the river (though no sin) confers few rights and does not mean that waves await your diving in. Sure, go ahead and reminisce enjoy the inner pictures too, and taste again that lustful kiss near where that big bald eagle flew; Dwell in your thoughts up on that mountain, descend to where coarse bracken grows. And rest awhile there, at the fountain where man's eternal river flows. Unpack the checkered picnick rug set up the table on the ground uncork your bottle, with a shrug and listen to her forest's sound. Then feast your eyes on Cleaver's Ridge just look, don't touch the memories thank God now for the privilege and for the thoughtful bumblebees. Some things don't follow any trend, eternal life is all around, so, let this little poem end I'll treasure all that I have found.