Poems

A hair's breadth away from hate

near the minefield of I don't care

frozen prone o'er lists of wrongs

'tis a harpooned heart lying bare

Not far from judgements damned

past remorse cliffs steep and high

dying now 'pon rose petal thorns

goes a last dance waving bye-bye

At the mountain of absolute trust

silhouetted by foothills estranged

lives an ogre stabbed in the back

feeling only compassionless pain

Beyond rainforests spitting anger

through canyons with echo regret

stuck fast to a badland's torching

'twas that horrible beast's fate set

I don't know more than you

You don't know more than me

Not about pettiness

Truth and reality

I don't know all that much

You don't know any less

Equally in the dark

It's anybody's guess

I never knew a man I dug

For more than just a time or two

All men are monsters from the start

And proud as peacocks at the zoo

I never met a man I liked

For more than just a little while

All men are me first at the core

And fake as any crooked smile

I never met a man I loved

For more than just an instant flash

All men are hopeless through and through

And just like me wind up all smash

Perhaps I'll miss the sun the most

That yellow ball of burning gas

It cheered me up for many years

My go to star since kindy class

I'll also miss the moon and stars

Those lovely objects in the sky

They waned and twinkled constantly

My friends who never said goodbye

But most of all I'll miss the earth

The leafy mass of land and sea

It picked me up right to the end

My home and happy family

I've changed my stance

I want to live

I want to have

What good gods give

I've changed my ways

The time is nigh

To count upon

Kind gods on high

I've changed my tune

I want to stay 

I want to go

Where angels play

I've changed my mind

The deal's a lock

To suck for good

Hard godly cock

I'm writing myself one more, I suggest you do exactly the same

for what we do whilst we have breath doth epitomize the game

I'm fully composed, manifesting, quite good at creating inspired

in penning poetry I'm hoping, my work will be one day admired

We're poets now not assholes, though the jerkoff part's not done

so, I 'Walter Mitty' do-over, becoming the ode man I were all along

we're deep thinkers today, not shallow, our ways of error are gone

so, no longer now may I fantasize, that not doing right isn't wrong

'Tis exactly what I wanted

to see our end game thus evolved,

two incorrigible rascals well forked

competitive twin war now resolved

No longer are we pinned down

by moves which broke the rules,

we're here truly settled in stalemate

how happily I resign with the news!

The end is coming, no chance to stop it

Sooner or later the kings and queens fall

Chess pieces moving, time limit waning

Play on my friend to the last bugle call

Last moves are pending, no way to dodge them

In the long run there is but one short straw

Chessmen attacking, cutoff point looming

Finish the game and let's call it a draw

Don't want to know or need to know, what's flying up my chute

the answer doesn't matter and the end result 'tis mute

If I have it, I'm a goner, regardless still of when and where 

if I don't, I'm extended, and for me that seems quite fair

My existing time's important, worry yet doth drape my choice

but money spent to know for sure feels like a worser noise

It's my life, it's my death, I'm just juggling destiny as I please

perhaps I've over looped you, binding thou to my disease

Life is a game of diminishing returns

An hourglass of sand flowing down night and day

The top bulb for birth and the beauty of youth

The lower bulb represents death and decay

The amount a man gets is up to the stars

An unseen yet all-knowing outcome of fate

The volume of sand and how fast the grains fall

Only destiny knows how much and the rate

Life is a game of horizonless fortunes

A lottery ticket doled out at no cost

The numbers pop up in a haphazard way

Most wagers wash out but with all fingers crossed

A rock and a hard place

'tis damned if do, damned if don't

eggs interfacing with shameful scapegoat

A nice guy finishing last

no sense of self, no common awareness

weeds in the wind o'er last hope for fairness

A mistake warned Lincoln

trying to please everyone all of the time

calls zero who care 'pon thin, valueless dime