We scribble in so many words
Mementos on a minstrel's mind
Each coinage flying free as birds
Discharging droppings duly signed
We author categorically
Convictions in a rimester's root
Each sonnet metaphorically
Remaining for one last salute
We write down verses in the now
Reflections of the poet's past
Each musing like a timeless vow
Suspending vers libres half-mast
I pledge devotion
To the earth
Of the elongating big bang universe
And to provable fact
For which it dwells
One cosmos under truth
Undeniable, with critical
thinking for all
Modern-day poems will patch up the gaps
tween the sciences of 2000BC and 2000AD
human mysticism shall be allowed to stay,
every theology pre-Copernicus replastered
Make no mistake, listening well
I'm calling from beyond the veil!
I crossed over, still here I'm back
see me waving my rhyming cap?
So, if I'm gone yet still harp hello
I may too be an immortal fellow!
Querying now, from 'neath grave
did you write any poetries today?
We never hit the mother load
Of passion turned to treasure trove
Our fervor crushed like mother clove
In luring boyhood pots of gold
We never rode the gravy trains
Of fealty felt in me-too lanes
Our purpose gummed like blackstrap stains
In barren tracts of sugar canes
We found at last our field of dreams
The holy grail in island streams
Our life force bursting at the seams
In saving shafts of searchlight beams
I diddled I dawdled, I piddled I paddled
sit here now 'pon weak-minded saddle
I hemmed I hawed with a dipsy doodle
wasting the potential inside my noodle
We're doing it now, for it's never too late
To lift ourselves up, and to fondle our fate
We did what we did, and we made our own beds
With pure focused light in our poetic heads
Twin one to twin two
Glad we both made it through
We grew and we grew
To the truth we both knew
Oh, how deeply I weep over lamenting regret!
never having my cue ball in sight of the eight,
not once taking aim 'pon pure, focused might
to pocket one goal with crisp, powerful strike!
Death returns us to the drawing board
To ground zero of becomingness
No brain no spine no limbs no body
At the zero hour of nothingness
Death returns us to the molecules
To particles of inexistence
No mind no thoughts no sense no motion
At the big bang's pièce de résistance
The biggest mystery for me 'tis not life itself
even though a miracle of life can't be topped
my but how I wonder animate human being
had everything alive then suddenly stopped
