Laughter Poem by Mindless minds

What is time that is to be or come hereafter,
is it like my laughter
which passes with the new light,
dominating; illuminating
my retina with ultraviolet infrared rays.
Someone once said this was predicted,
only it wasn’t it was inflicted.
I wonder why people persist with insistence
while nobody listens,

Its like their thoughts get sunk deeper
into the system of sequential events.
only to be regarded as indefinite
and continuous,
it is said it passes as past comes into the present,
only to be taken into consideration in the future.

What is love, to be loved,
I supposed it is a warm tender affection,
to a couple it’s profoundly sexually.
I suppose only god knows,
although we act as if we do.

So what do we do we imagine a
personification a creation made by god,
named as cupid; I personally think this is stupid.
How could cupid know love to be a passion or desire,
like the immortal affection of a mother to her child.

I smile as these thoughts get caught
in a non- transparent, tasteless, impure state.
A substance that gets fixated on perceiving reasons,
and although it thinks it itself cannot feel
yet it wills both conscious and unconscious decisions.

I suspect that with no respect to ones
intellect thoughts from this substance
gets reflected and neglected.

A substance that’s been degraded;
was never cradled when younger,
and though once had hunger for knowledge,
is now filled with garbage.

These thoughts evolve only to try to be solved,
so it develops and adapts,
with each new mathematical attack.
They unfold it open it up and expand it.
All they come up with is spandex.
I laugh at this, man less approach,
until my spite makes me choke,
it elopes to a coughing fit,
tears run down until I tear at my throat,
my lungs are floating in its own mucus.
I should have known this, only I was clue less.

God laughs as the devil panics.