We'd go on poem flurries
driven by demons of gray desire
expressing our human thoughts and feelings
as sugary candies way past their expiration dates
neath a liquor store's cash register counter
'Tis an old art form, the sonnet
Shakespeare pushes quill to poor quality paper
while we mash the keys of computer metal
yet the end goal remains clear and unchanged
release a caged word before falling asunder
I can't change anything
about everything that's brought me to this moment
even though many things from my past
aren't good things
Yet I'm laughing a lot
I'm hugging a lot, I'm touching a lot, and I'm loving a lot
and this is a wonderful place to end up
as something good
This is now the time
All footpaths tiptoed
This is now the place
The end of the road
This is now the fade
The tingling last spine
This is now the truth
The end of the line
This is now goodbye
All triumphs since crowed
This is now farewell
The end of the road
Death is a bulletproof chill pill
A long and relaxing deep sleep
No fears and no fiscal problems
And getting yourself in too deep
Death is the perfect vacation
A still and eternal reprieve
No hassles and no bad reviews
And never sad feelings to leave
Death is the ultimate recess
A sweet all-inclusive retreat
No worries and no second thoughts
That make it a hard deal to beat
Life begins and then it ends
And as a rule ends badly
Death awaits all living things
And shows no mercy sadly
Life is but a minstrel's song
And at long last sings dirges
Doom headlines each closing act
Where luck and fate converges
Up and down, down and up
Seesaw in full swing
High and low, low and high
Kiss the roaming ring
Down and up, up and down
Dead heat all the way
Low and high, high and low
Needle in the hay
Here we go, do-si-do
Yo-yo on the wing
Do-si-do, here we go
See the caged bird sing
Driven like Bob Dylan sans cigarettes, youth, or beer,
hell bent on rhyming, well before an audience cheer
Words are in there somewhere begging to be shown
only different here, my odes shall remain unknown!
My moods are on a 24 clock, 'tis manic militia time
I'm half past depression now just in time for rhyme
dropped blue yesterday, with upbeat swing I'm fine
yeah, the suicide watch's over, 'pon odes I will dine!
We're the Lilly twin's poetry penning equivalent,
of the Lennon and McCartney songwriting team
and to be known long after death like Dickinson
'tis our help each other one line at a time dream!
At this exact moment in time
here in the now of Eckhart Tolle
I'm a human being in full orbit
viewed from the dark side whole
I'm revolving into sunlight
finding joy and peace and love
as an astronaut for all humanity
drifting 'pon the stars above
I'm no Dickinson, yet I certainly feel as do you
a longing to express something good and true!
I'm not a Longfellow, never been & never shall
yet I like to think, Shakespeare would be a pal!
I don't compare to Wordsworth, no way in hell
but like you I'm a romantic, I hope you can tell!
I'll take s'more cheese, please
And drink your latest whine
Jake poetic juices
Make a cracking place to dine!
