Hanging out in Lahaina with my friend Christian Dave
playing games as chess jones, 'pon the sea wall all day
Along comes a kid who thought himself to be gangster
as he lured me with a jibe I waltzed in to challenge her
but I soon looked away, and he kissed me a right cross
moved my jaw with great force, offered up pain-n-loss
Yet my great spirit stepped in, so wonderful her sound
as she went forth high wind, burnt Lahaina to ground!
Just sit right down and scribe the words
some shall be golden, a few will be turds
Only let yourself dwell in boxes o'absurd
your mind 'pon the pen, as free as a bird!
I should simply pop up with something
I want to write the novella but I'm done
my atomic energy levels shan't allow it,
what can I say having yet to been said?
what then remains long after I'm dead?
Is being a poet a worthwhile of causes?
may odes heal the world, lessen losses!
I'm here 'pon my arse, pen moving fast,
'tis everything good to be a poet at last!
Life is heavy as big boulders
Booming down steep mountainsides
Massive much worn rocky masses
Rolling bumpy random rides
Life is also light as feathers
Floating in the weightless breeze
Plumages of barbuled branches
Bringing grown men to their knees
Life is leaden and yet fragile
Rushing on full steam ahead
Solid hefty fleeting echoes
Hanging by the thinnest thread
Tire spinning at high rpm ejecting sand and rock,
going round and round with the same poor result
desiring to move on yet always in the same place
I tell myself this time outcomes shall be different
believe the endless slip finally reaches a solution
think I'll pop out and begin my forward progress,
but forever I remain the same old, sad, stuck guy!
Oh, just one more poem before my lovely ends
our last 'tis much sweeter then the new begin
I won't get any help as there is no Lord or God,
I'd better pen one now, I can't be writing then!
Drink right up till closing time
Lapping up oak-barreled fun
Bottoms up right to the end
Certain as the setting sun
If I'm looking on the bright side,
I'm remembering a sobriety me
for I didn't live on that bar stool
and die 'pon the fool's empathy!
If I do examine the bright ways,
I'm eying the dude who dove in
amended his fault and mistake
then arose warmhearted again!
It took sixty-five years plus
On high and low roads taken
Many hard lessons learned
Each cap and gown forsaken
It takes all of a lifetime
Coming clean with destiny
Tassels moving right to left
Into thin aired legacy
"He suffered from depression." "Yes, he sure did."
"A bit genetic, a little situational it seems." "Yes!"
"I asked recently if he felt happy, he replied yes."
Jean said. "He wouldn't stay happy for too long."
"No, he wouldn't. He had depression, poor devil."
"Well, now he's graduated this life, so he's okay."
See the best in brothers
And in all sisters, too
See the truth in siblings
For they are just like you
Do right by your loved ones
Forgive them and forget
Do what Grand-Lamas do
And let go each regret
See the most in others
And give them what you can
See the light in kinsfolk
All children of the clan
