Poems

The briefness and brevity of mortal longevity

The starkness and nullity of insignificant me

At first inconceivable, beyond unbelievable

Ripe fruit decomposing beneath the hoar tree

I lost a daughter too

My fault what can I do

Let go the wrenching rage

That rips each faded page

Embrace the hallowed truth

That steals our sinless youth

For broken hearts get healed

When sweeter dreams are sealed

I lost a daughter too

But hope can see us through

Be glad for your life there 'tis only the one

and glad leads to happy my fortunate son!

I'm cannabis only, but don't misunderstand

I'm not some fool with my head in the sand

I'm cannabis only, no whiskey, cigs, or beer!

I'm grateful to Buddha for releasing my fear

I'm cannabis only, my memories did return!

I'm happy working cannabis's butter churn

I talk sick my head's tripped

I flinch in the seat of reason,

I wake up heal centering me

happy 'tis 'pon joyful season

Mornin' Mom

Mornin' Pop

In that place

Way up top

On the hill

High above

That one place

You found love

Missing you

Hoping you

Rest in peace

Hitherto

When I'm forgetting Buddha, I'm getting into fights

yes, as I dumbly forsake Buddha I do absolutely die

yet remembering my Buddha echos in me a joy cry

to not forget a Buddha 'tis the Princely reason why!

Fiction 'tis throttled with friction

non-fiction's going stubbornly on

needing to let go of my addiction,

easy ode coax me soberly strong!

What we haven't become sounds a lot like the hum

of rubbing reasons for overreaching current failure,

yet don't despair my dear we shall conquer our fear

relieve our human Earth malaises now and forever!

Life is un upper laced with a downer

Made up the same from hamstrung head to toe

Bundle of joy to dead down-and-outer

From first to final breath we blindly go

To be a bum or not to be a bum?

Boom-boom 'pon your buttocks

You of poor qualities or natures

not pleasant, valid, or enjoyable

Affected or disabled by damage

time unemployed oft wanderin'!

We're nearing the last stage of life

Though not yet old men waiting at death's door

We still have scores of smiles to share

With lots of laughs to let good humor soar

We're writing poems right to the end

Though not yet poets basking in the sun

We still have untold runes to pen

With heaps of hugs to boost our final run

We're coming to the end of life

Though not yet old dogs dying in the road

We still have beaucoup breaths to take

With loads of love to lighten up the load