Poem: Reincarnation

Reincarnation
by Me

Pen, my friend, I'm lost again
in cycles most human.
I wonder still
crying a the thought of Redemption
that all this pain and loss
could one day be made right.
Having problems with “live in the now”
My truest inner urge
that the universe owes me more than this.
Yes, I said it.
The universe owes me.
Life seems to recoil at just the thought,
like egotism isolates.
In our naivitae we are libel
to make many fooloish bargains
Like: “Of your own free will.”

Imagine a newborn soul
on it's first incarnation
falling madly in love
and screaming to the world
“i will give an eternity,
if only I get to know
this woman!”
And the Salty-Bastard voice of
the Oldest Conniver replies
“Oh yeah?
You've got yourself a deal, kid.”
Then life after life of sludge
for the rest of eternity.
Thanks a lot, gramps.