Make your peace with it
do it now and don't wait,
as last breaths are taken
'pon all times of too late!
Make your peace with it,
here 'tis how in the shell
forgiving self and others
ring pixie's magical bell!
Poems
As the Bongs make my new house,
my wife Eang's kin in abundances'
The grand greens of Cambodia roll
fueling gratitude in Buddha hearts
Thank you for the heartbeats
Between the kicks and crawls
For waves that lap the shore
Like hard and fast applause
Thank you for the deep breaths
Betwixt the ropes and floats
For flags that ride the tides
Like anchored pleasure boats
Thank you for the heartbeats
Between the rides and swims
For seas that steel the soul
Like atheistic hymns
Creating emotional devastation!
Botchy tattoo deep 'pon my skin.
Then ganga miracle manifested,
'Tis at last I'm beginning to win!
Such wee astronomical odds
One in 400 quadrillion
The likelihood of coming forth
For all stagey stuff vaudevillian
Such short-lived theatrical runs
From kickoff to culmination
The ne plus ultras vanishing
On the road to dour damnation
My job at Woody Brothers PR,
'tis analyzing sex chat sticker
I'll write about their endeavor,
eying sexy neighbor knickers
Still alive at 65
Bum hip and heart still going
Gimp and weak but still airborne
Old age and wrinkles showing
Still alive at 65
Keen zest for life still humming
Beat and licked but still aloft
On strings of longtime strumming
Still Alive at 65
Glad rosiness still blooming
Low on fuel but still in flight
My final crash site looming
I never learned how to share
quite tragic there in the now,
here in the moment I'm new
I see a share happiness how!
I'm not a Shaman, nor a Yogi, ne'er am I Buddhism Monk!
my USA upbringing cultures a misogynistic, macho punk
Mystic 'tis my rock star now, rendering superhero ascetic
never forgetting human fragilities are teetotally scientific
I lay on beds of rose petals
Handpicked from lush and lovely lawns
Fair-haired and sweet as fairy floss
Cast in the verdant hue of bronze
I lay on bunks of bugaboo
Adorned with sharp and fretful thorns
Saw-toothed and dark as magic stones
Culled from the horns of unicorns
I lay on cribs and cots I made
From rise to final curtain call
Unkempt yet snug as bugs in rugs
One grand bedmaking free-for-all!
Criminal dynasties have sharp businessmen
well-dressed, well-spoken, humorous as hell
Stomachs of the men digest sauce and sushi
have they sauteed their humanity, I can't tell
