Welcome to My World

Welcome to my world,
a world of static eyes and cosmic Shakespeares.
A world of innocent killers and delapidated psychopaths.
A world of cell phones and Trotskyites.
A world of chewing gum and pennies of bum-bum-buh-bum-bums.
A world that has risen in the eyes of mailmen, and failed in the hands of gods.
A world to be and a world to seem, a world to believe, and a world to question.
A world of inspiration and serendipitous vibrations.
A world of lies and desperation.
A world of hope and carelessness, of guilt and redemption.
A world of faith and sin.
A world of fearlessness and happy chance.
A world of insane minds destroyed by their own bodies.
A world of truth and darkness light.
A world of highwaymen trapped in the night.
A world of mermaids and sunshine.
A wolrd of glorious dawns and monoliths that show us what it means to live in a time of great unimportance.
A world of worthlessness.
A world of placelessness and endless, guiltless, happless, brainless lovers carressing.
A world of worlds, and a world for all the world to know.
A world for all to see, and for to go.
A world to understand and respect.
A world in which there are no races.
A world without tyranny.
A world with promise.
A world with excitement.
A world of not only beauty of the body, but beauty of the soul, beauty of the mind, beauty of the heart, and the beauty of love.
A world that will never exist.
A world of my dreams.

Simply meaning, there are those who do not want to see.
Who do not want to know.
Who do not want to believe in what they see or now or can touch, taste, feel, or smell.
Who do not understand what it means to understand.

I confess to Almighty God,
and to You my Brothers and Sisters,
that I have sinned of my own fault,
in my thoughts,
and in my words.
In what I have done,
and what I have failed to do.
And I ask the Blessed Mary ever Virgin,
all the Angels and Saints,
and You my Brothers and Sisters,
to pray for me to The Lord our God,
to forgive us our sins,
and bring us to Everlasting Life.
Amen.

What does it mean to live?
To die?
To survive?
To eat?
To drink?
To dwell in a home of dead trees?
To know?
To want?
To hate?
To need?
To wonder?
To ask?
To seek, to search?
To feel?
To breathe?
To love?
What does it mean?

In the Name of The Father,
and of The Son,
and of The Holy Spirit,
Amen.