Herd mentality disrupts
Individual judgement.
Violent mass loves tantrums!
Live to work in conjunction!
Learn to follow the leader!
MU! cow! MU!

TW Jolin

There is so much that must fall through,
Our hands for we have only two,
But when we join our hands together,
We're holding all that really matters.

T.W. Jolin

Always true, my love for you,
For He can never reach it!
And so on cannot have my soul,
To have me ever breach it!

My love for you, God disproved?
There never a faith as gifted!

Seems the world will never make up its mind,
If we keep having more minds to make up!

Possible directions, I can see three:

ONE, we do nothing. We see what transpires,

All who would lead the species to ruin,
Leave that to God, he knows what he's doing.

T.W. Jolin

Inversely, as this mind falls into sleep,
The sunrise arouses from dormancy,
Another, who’s life is truly a dream,
Of impossibly deep reality,
Where nothing is always anything,

To thoughts sublime I must compare
The simple softness of your air.
And that nature does demand,
Feelings I do not yet understand.
For every sleight of hand in grace,

While some rise in fear to Sunday church bells,
I take my chances and forego that hell!

T.W. Jolin

A sin to enjoy my biology,
Apparently, though I fail to find crimes,
In pleasures of flesh - they come of the mind!
Innate opiates simply feel like Love inside!

To those who would question writings of Darwin,
Look how we’ve come to defile that word God.

T.W. Jolin

I fear our hive failing its gift of mind,
But how dance sweet sense to drones honey-blind?
Stinging and buzzing, not realizing,
There’ll be no wax without communizing!

T.W. Jolin

Forgive me, for if I do the wrong things
I simply don’t know which of them are right.

T.W. Jolin

In fearless old age, I'm yet trying sun,
Keeping eyes wrinkled, so God not undone!

T.W. Jolin

I cannot help but inquire of you, God,
What on earth is it you’re doing here, Lord?

T.W. Jolin

Fear! Her love rings true, in hell-hearted ache,
That without her I cannot be explained,
She, being my reason, and dearest bane,
Again muses my lust to starving pain,