Poems

We claimed we didn't care

my gosh how sad and blue

I rebuke emboldened false,

manifesting tried and true

Life is so funny

A blink of an eye

No walk in the park

And then time to die

Life is real funny

A dark comedy

No bed of roses

And so gossipy

Life is damn funny

A cutting cartoon

No beer and skittles

And gone all too soon

I get to ride an old bike

And swim in the sea

I get to be with my girl

And feel mostly free

I get to pen lots of poems

And write on a site

I get to share with my twin

And do what is right

I get to grow old and wise

And give all I can

I get to love and be loved

And be a good man

Oh we had a path to get huge, and basketball wasn't it

oh my gosh I see now, just how this doesn't mean shit

our journeys probably music, comedy, tennis or chess

I'm okay with all of it, I've forgiven myself for the rest

Live for today

But hark back to the past

Take every loss

And keep holding on fast

Live here and now

But remember to grow

Feel every flop

And keep letting them go

Live long and well

But be mindful of guise

Own every fault

And keep waxing to wise

Look into the mirror

Look deep into your eyes

Keep on looking plainly

And let go all the lies

Seek out true reflections

Seek truth and nothing more

Keep on seeking oneness

And let your selfhood soar

My lack of self-acceptance

not creating my own mean

Not embracing my identity

existentially ruins dreams!

Within the superiority complex

lives a human contortedly bent!

What we remember of assholes

our happiness when they went!

This is what I have to give

Tales hithermost in the flesh

Whims of creativity

Lilium now drop-dead fresh

This is all I leave the world

Poems uppermost on my mind

Words and punctuation marks

Liliaceae soon left behind

Going cold turkey

Trying to turn it all around

Fighting off monkeys

Looking to get out of the woods

Going cold turkey

Hoping to kick my bad habits

Living with madness

Knowing what I love might kill me

In the end, when all breathing faded

as I started loving every second of it;

I feel grateful for my late awakening

I see a joyful wokeness in my beings

I saw truth half the time

Thanks to a leaking mask

That sprang too many leaks

For brothers born to bask

I hung on for the ride

Thanks to long runs of luck

That carried us this far

But often came unstuck

My troth throve half and half

Thanks to a calm dead wind

That left us in the lurch

For lads so sweetly twinned