A Poetic Judgemental Day Defense

Sitting by the conscious stream

I ask, ‘my dear what does it all mean?’

She answers me in ghostly fashion

‘You may want that belt to fasten,’

Pleasantly my dear waved good bye

Tearing up, starting a cry

Since earlier my dear did pass

When I hit the pedal gas

I watched the day’s sun go dark

Resting underneath our special shade tree bark

Persistent my angel grabbed my hand

Up we went, high above my homeland

I still saw the conscious stream

Sunset light glistening and gleam

Escaping any sinful evil fiends

Heaven abound

I could see everything happening in the village town

People doing wrongful things right

Still guarded by their confessional protective excuse knight

Who is putting together a legal defense to fight

But my conscious still does it stream?

Encountering this unexpected unknown destination dream

Due to getting Netflix, Peacock, Apple Plus, using a technical scheme

Entertained judge acknowledges ‘good one’

“I hope you had fun”

Honestly do I pay

And must say

You may realize, my conscious stream

Is very clean

In this garden state, forestry green

I take a bite from forbidden fruit

This is not the time, messenger to shoot

Instead use that romantic arrow, make a pie

Have you determined, I am a heavenly guy

Who just happened to suddenly die

Worrying about my conscious stream

Not having the ability to scream

Instead requesting, ‘open those golden gates

I am tired of this long wait’

To this wonderful place I want to go

Where my conscious stream placidly flows