We shall not meet again
In some alternate realm
All we have is right here
Just one spin at the helm
We shall not meet again
Though less than enchanting
All we have is right here
Father Time's now granting
We shall not meet again
In some recherché place
Only right here and now
Just one turn with no trace
The world is crawling with mavens
Pumped up on ego and pride
A planet of pure amour propre
With chary aplomb on the side
Striving for self-satisfaction
In poignant disports of forte
Starving for wide recognition
Prestigeful panache of the day
The world is crawling with maestros
Virtuosos dressed to impress
Loaded on idolization
On rolls of befitting success
Secreting self-admiration
In modest displays of self-poise
Resting on golden ring laurels
In forests of grandiose noise
People die every day
Most are old and infirm
Not that much left to say
When one lives a full term
Others do stupid things
Going out on a limb
Flying on prayerless wings
Caution thrown to the wind
And the mob will not weep
For their sudden demise
Spewing hate on the cheap
Grimness in thin disguise
Turning ruthlessly cruel
Karma dourly begrudged
Disregarding the rule
Judge not lest ye be judged
And the mob will not weep
For loved ones' deep sorrow
They are in way too deep
With trouble to borrow
On the verge of a head trip,
cbd boasts pharmacy prop
All sonnets you're writing
bringing me nearly to pop!
'Pon the edge of head trips
pining for verse number 2,
I acknowledge your vision
long last believing 'tis true
If you're reading this
I'm now dead and gone
My stay all too brief
To dwell long upon
If you're reading this
I'm no longer here
My standing erased
Debt-free in the clear
If you're reading this
I'm now but a ghost
My spirit let loose
On some sunny coast
If you're reading this
I sleepwalk no more
My life on the cusp
Of forgotten lore
You will not live forever
And you do not have a soul
There are no hells or heavens
No charged punishments to scroll
We do not keep on going
When our ashes laden urns
There are no gods or saviors
No exchanges or returns
You will not live forever
And we cannot sway the Fates
There are no master captains
Out beyond the crooked gates
I was once a nephew
With an aunt and two uncles
But I barely knew them
Hardly saw them
And their time has passed
Those folks are now gone
Vanishing into thin air
Spirited away
Ghosted for good
Once in a blue moon missed
I am now an uncle
With a niece and a nephew
But I do not know them
Never see them
And my time is passing
I'll soon be long gone
Fading like a black hole
Evaporating
With good riddance
In unsung uncle mist
Can we candy-coat our hearts
And forget the bitter past
Can we let each other in
And together hold on fast
Can we mollify our minds
And begin to show we care
Can we mitigate our loss
And conjointly clear the air
Can we make up for lost time
And remove the hurtful wedge
Can we put bygones to rest
And sincerely make a pledge
Can we rise above the moat
And purify the water
Can we lave in loyal love
And be a dad and daughter
Do not pray for me
I do not accept your self-glory
You are not the last word
But a fraudulent story
Do not pray for me
I do not approve of your vanity
You are not more or less equal
But a brute of insanity
Do not pray for me
I do not bird-dog your Holy Grail
You are not immortal
But a tall short-fused tale
My father left the world
But thoughts of him remain
Flashbacks in Super 8
Imprinted on my brain
He lived for many years
But stopped at eighty-five
Talkies in coarse slow-mo
Faint laugher still alive
My father lived with flaws
But I forgive each fault
Trespasses left behind
No longer soaked in salt
'Tis all about my heartache
not now but the ones I lost
not now but once I've died
how could I have forgotten
dead-ended road I'd cross
mad at my Jesus Syndrome
had a bit too much my dear
put away your sadness silly
time to multiply your cheer
doesn't matter now though
not about years of sorrow
the Jesus Syndrome lied
forgot then remembered
With her! my heart cried
