being a poet 'tis easy
admitting you're one
manifested my truth
now penning poetry,
twins in old shallow
farewell to you fools!
Poems
My heart 'tis giving in!
thinner becoming thin
oh Buddha path I'm on
glad hearts sing along!
The things I loved the most
Turned out to go so wrong
And then chagrin set in
My fate a rough-hewn song
The bad moves never stopped
Of this the truth is stout
And here's the brutal news
My heart is giving out
The things I tried to do
Did not last very long
And then life went awry
My flaws a pounding gong
The damage has been done
Of this there is no doubt
And here's the simple truth
My heart is giving out
The Coconut Brothers lounged 'pon the Asian Sea,
cannabis infused coconut oil summoned intellect
playing chess eliminated idle thoughts of trouble!
Father had his time
Mother had hers too
Now we're having ours
Nothing we can do
On and on life goes
Genesis to doom
Make the most of it
Waltzing womb to tomb
Birth is a piebald prize
A fantastic freebee
beating all baffling odds
Life is a far-out ride
A whimsical windfall
blooming fresh goldenrods
Death is a wanton woe
A frightening fate
betting on fabled gods
Where heaviness becomes weightlessness
as nothingness manifests away my reality
'tis where I'm near, waiting for everything!
I'm an enthusiast, nothing particular
more of everything totally testicular!
I fly by my ass as an out-of-box man,
curving in need and learning as can!
I'd like a do-over please
But that ain't how it works
Too many starts and stops
In a jumbled swag of
slips, trips, and falls
I'd like to just forget it
But that ain't easy-peasy
So many ups and downs
In a slapdash rush of
windowless walls
I'd like to just accept it
But that ain't gonna happen
Too many twists and turns
In a foolish flux of
inner demon brawls
I'd like a do-over please
But that ain't in the cards
So many highs and lows
In a steeled cage of
balky bad calls
My melancholy true,
oh, you're part of me
Sad, depressing blue
of my life anomalies
Speaking of the past twin, if I may, one more time!
Express how I feel now 'tis all forgiveness rhymes
The sun will turn into a red giant
Roughly five billion years or so from now
Drying up the oceans in a billion
When most life forms will take their final bow
Five billion is but the blink of an eye
In the endless cosmic scheme of things
Burning up every last organism
When the fat blue marble no longer sings
