These poems are measures of our bond
A link steadfast as tungsten darts
Our back and forth reminding me
How much I love the rhyming parts
It's nice to know our ties are strong
A knot untwined by selfsame hearts
Our poetry fulfilling me
Especially the rhyming parts
This back-and-forth 'tis like a balm
a championship match of righting wrong
quite identical to an ad-libbed song
which moving lifts us well and strong
I exactly know of what you speak
yet solace with You's all I seek
and amended 'tis my heart with thee
as I've found dark, unstable me
Now naught one thing you can say
that'd make me grimace, turn away
nor anything which you might do
to stop me from always loving you
I'm forgiveness here for everything
understanding shadows, you may bring
but take your wrongs with grains of salt
and own the parts where I'm at fault
I'm reminded of our chance to think
we're in the clear, well past the brink
of mournful regret and anguished cries
in a place remembering happy eyes
I'm mortified again you see
To think you might be mad at me
I do not want to hurt the lamb
Who bleeds as silent as the clam
I'm mortified I hope you know
To think I dealt another blow
I do not want to make you sore
I do not want this anymore
I'm mortified and must confess
I am the one who made this mess
I do not want to be an ass
But please give me another pass
I'm holding on by a hair, just barely getting by, as my fear and perplexation rise daily
I'm fighting strong urges to lash out verbally, to blame others, number 2 on her list
I'm not much for outright denials and I now believe there's no one to argue with
however, no doubt I'm definitely bummed out, saddened to my core by karmic fate
yet I feel at peace, have a sense of the 'alright', and carry a consciousness of letting go
because I'm content with my entire life, and quite happy to have arrived at who I am
but I'm focusing on my behavior, while intuitively thinking I'm going to go out okay
What would Arthur Miller say
With his last remaining breath
Did he really comprehend
The bewilderment of death
What would William Shakespeare write
With his final feathered quill
Did he meet his end with grace
Thus devour the bitter pill
What would all the authors say
With both feet now in the grave
Did they truly understand
Life's a thing no one can save
Goddamned son-of-a-bitch cock sucking whore!
Why I just don't give a fucking rat's ass anymore
Yeah, won't be too much longer now
But we had our fun in the sun
The ocean combers letting up
The hang loose riding all but done
Yeah, the sets are nearly finished
But we carved some curls in our lives
The frothiest waves and wipes outs
The gnarliest surfer high-fives
Yeah, almost time to pack it in
But we sure had more than our share
The roller coaster clacking back
The sun going down like a flare
Well, I'm getting my affairs in order
though not much of consequence going on
as I don't have lots of business to attend to
so, I've time for sing-alongs with the swan
The friends on my Facebook aren't many
so, the loved ones at my service will be few
yet still I've nearly gratefully concluded
that I've simply done the best I can do
I'm an airplane glued together like Balsa
a flying feather pushing gusts of fresh air
so, here at the seventh stage of acceptance
I'm finally feeling naught au contraire
I'm a flier with hope plucking heartstrings
reaching up for just one more penned poem
so, I'm satisfied with all things reminiscent
and soaring lightly now above Earthly loam
I don't know what gets into me
It comes from someplace deep inside
A fiend that rears its ugly head
Like Doctor Jekyll's Mr. Hyde
I don't know why it lives in me
It does not pussyfoot around
Perhaps I learned it from my Dad
A man who wrestled with the hound
I don't know how or when or why
It seems to be a rooted curse
A foible I must ride herd on
And bear for better and for worse
I don't care what happens when I'm gone,
right now, I want women, wine, and song
It doesn't matter who I hurt to skip ahead
play nice as losers and then you are dead
Nobody gives a damn, and neither shall I
life is a hopelessness and then we all die
But I'll tell you this I'm going to get mine,
regardless manifesting a miserable time!
Some fairy tales do not come true
For evilness is hard to beat
The specious smiles of wickedness
So spurious and sickly sweet
And yet some fairy stories last
For humankind is sorely flawed
The greed of human heartlessness
A villainous and vicious fraud
Some fairy tales are here to stay
For goodness is a timeless tale
The crimes of immorality
Badness that goes beyond the pale
And still some fairy stories teach
For honor is a living thing
The human heart a place of love
Kindness its true and rightful king
