Happy Goes Nothing

Happy Goes Nothing. All hope of a normal life is lost as the harpoons of death course through your veins multiplying as they devour and mutate. Yet, there are no tears for the weeper who survives within the stillness of tainted blood that lapping dogs shun.

Some say that the cure for the HIV and AIDS virus is here. Others say that the cure is just over there. People who see no sunlight during the day wallow in the darkness that wishful thinking brings.

Self-pity wants to cover the body like a blanket while anger makes the mind resentful and hateful. But whose fault is it that the monkey caught a cold? This cold developed into a lethal disease that its meat bore, so we are told. And whose fault is it that the eating of this monkey meat passed this ruinous virus to human beings?

Or if not a monkey, witch doctors in a well-funded laboratory cooked up this toxic brew. They aimed to thin out the human population to the numbers that they choose. Yes, the poisonous brew stewing in the kettle of death brings fortune to a few. It causes heartbreak and misery to many. But what does any of that matter? Life is merely a shadow. It is the shadow of an imaginary shadow that disappears without a whisper.

Happy goes nothing when the blood moon turns into a crystal ball that foretells of a tomorrow that came yesterday. The sheep are herded into a pin. Expensive medications are given to them. These medications cure nothing and cause side effects. These are something that researchers can add to their flow charts of sadness and sorrow.

The prophecies of worlds are dripping from the time capsule of continuance. The blood of the HIV and Aids infected runs cold. It is exposed to every form of harmful foreign substance. Who is that considering the protruding lymph nodes? They are reflected in the mirror. They loudly broadcast their fatal deposits of infection and disease. Is it not the casket that deceives itself as being a living being?

Happy were the days of old. The days long before the cradle of death was conceived and born. In those days, the Stars were very bright, and the many Earth-like planets were teeming with blissful light and life. In a moment, there is something and in the same instant there is nothing. From nothing came something, and from something comes nothing. And so, it is.