Crime Time

But I have no belief
To sustain me through grief

Just an ache a doctor cannot ever quell.

When the bell tolls for me
I`ll go skipping jauntily
To eternal , though non-existent, hell.

Which is hell in itself
I suppose, on reflection.
I cannot comprehend an endless time.

Unpunished ,
No reward,
To avoid becoming bored

Perhaps I'll seek a stimulating crime.





Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2008-09-02 at 15:34

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
This nails much of the problem with crime. If there is no belief of anything after this life, then this life can be lived on whims and unbridled emotions of the moment. Of course living that way brings natural negative consequences and having to deal with those consequences with no strength outside ourselves, causes more negative consequences. When we try to live life on our own terms within our own strength, we quickly run out of ourselves. Then what? As you say here, how about a crime? And so it goes.
That is why we need to believe in Heaven and Hell and God. Then we have purpose. We must have purpose to live a life of satisfaction and reward.
2008-09-02