The Poem Of Randomness

You can't see the day-stars shine,
Likewise you can't see the good in people,
For you're no Mighty God,
Just an ordinary human being,

Living your life till its time,
To pass on to the next world,
Where you'll be united with the souls,
Of the dead of this world,

Ti's is the only opportunity that you'd get,
To catch a glimpse of God,
For you've never seen Him before,
In the world that is of the highest degree of materiality,

You'd also find it hard to catch a Humming Bird,
Perched high up on a branch,
That is of a wooden Oak Tree,
As you aren't created for that sole purpose,

But you'll be able to do so,
Whence you are asleep,
And that is when you are in total control of a virtual world,
That is known also as the dream world,

At times when you were a kid,
You'd often wonder; Why do people cry during funerals?
And when you ask your mom,
She'd reply; Do not ponder upon those unnecessary thoughts of yours,

Get a definite answer you do not,
So you'll then carry on to wonder,
Why do people cry during funerals?
Until you are mature enough to understand and need not wonder no more,

Love is like an ionic bond,
Between two people who are very much fond of each other,
For they see something special in each other,
Only they can see while others can't,

When you were a kid, you know not of love,
And those goodnight kisses that your parents often render you,
Before you go to bed,
Is what you actually perceive love to be,

'School is cool!', well that's what grownups say,
But to a kid it is just hell,
And to a parent it is heaven,
But still, it often puts a parent through hell whilst getting their kid to school,

Jack and the beanstalk,
Oh, what a wonderful tale! That of a boy who got rich,
While stealing a giants priced possessions,
Imagine, just how pleasant would it be, if life were that easy!

Mr. Grasshopper sir, why are you crying?
I cry for I am in pain, deep down in my heart,
Why are you in pain, if you don't mind me ask?
Cause the humans have destroyed my home rendering me no place to lay me head,

Plants give us oxygen,
We give plants carbon dioxide,
And we chop plants, but for what good reason?
To build homes and speed up our annihilation,

The world is just big,
Too big for a tiny bloke like me,
There's loads of stuff going on in it as what the newspaper states,
But sadly, its going on around me,

In ancient Egypt there lived the Pharaohs,
Who wanted their bodies to be preserved,
But for what good reason?
Well, so that they'll be found by scientists 3000 years in the future,

Ponder upon this; If the world were in black and white,
Like them old movies you see on television,
Would it be fun or would it be boring?
If everyone looked the same,

At times wouldn't it be nice,
If the roads of usually congested freeways be empty,
And you can drive with no real obstruction,
Reaching your workplace in the nick of time,

Dictionaries! What would we do without them?
If it weren't for these thick books,
We'd probably be cracking our heads finding definitions,
Through people whom we perceive to be way knowledgeable than ourselves,

If it weren't for boats,
How would we cross the deep blue seas?
And if it weren't for snowmobiles,
How would we cross the tundra in one piece?

Weddings are thought to be a joyous occasion,
Whilst funerals are thought to be a sorrow-stricken occasion,
Weddings involve the joining of hands of two people who are madly in love with each other,
Funerals involve the departure of the soul from its material body,

Thence, if the soul departs from its material cage,
Is it not free then?
As it can now fly elsewhere, to the Celestial Kingdom of God,
To attain his Beloveds presence.

Thereto, I've reached the end,
Of my so called random poem,
Which is filled with stuff relating not to its previous stanza,
But to the random life of me, myself and I.(a little smirk)