So simple, really, not that hard
To live a life as best you can
To know and to forgive yourself
And learn to be a better man
Poems
I'm way outside man's box, chasing after science!
How many years before this 'tis our new reliance
I'm a sick goner in an antiquated christian prism
stating quite sanely "there's no Jesus in my jism!"
At times I feel so far removed
Apart from every living thing
Stuck in a joyless soulless cage
Of love birds that no longer sing
At times I feel so out of touch
Alone and empty deep inside
Bound to a soaked and heavy load
Of murkiness against the tide
At times I feel so in the loop
Allied by all things true and good
Redeemed by self-discovery
Of tribulations understood
Old age is so sickly sweet and sour
The body going to pot bit by bit
The days of youth long gone to the past
The morphine drip ready with the last hit
Growing older is so tragicomic
The mind singing measures of auld lang syne
The windfall of wisdom comes with graying
The morphine drip aging like fine red wine
In the metered darkness of my nothingness
Where I sure am now yet have never been
I dream about all those glorious young years
Remembering forgetting, morphine drips again
I ride my bike down to the beach
And jump into the deep blue sea
A ritual that oft awakes
My melancholy memory
I ride back to my domicile
And pass a place where we once met
A lodging called the Woody House
My musings tinged with sad regret
I ride my bike down An Thuong 4
And see him everywhere I look
A mawkishness that breaks my heart
My love for him an open book
It was not a perfect world
But the only one we had
Though a less than perfect run
Still we did it mostly glad
It was not a perfect life
But the only one we knew
While a less than perfect turn
Least we made it two by two
Men brag about possessions, gloat over what they have
jaguars do a victory jig upon a bloody ape's great hands
Men covet what they don't have, consumed by jealousy
white sharks harbor evil thoughts for all fish in the sea
Men wrestle for a balance, between the want and need
black widows before fanging force a fly upon its knees
Men kill for control, to garner more power if they must
grizzly bears begin to taunt just afore you bite the dust!
There's good and bad in one and all
Both men and womenfolk alike
A few go bad right from the start
Snared by the wicked human psyche
There's good and bad in everyone
All mortals made of blood and bone
A few stay good right to the end
Saved in the flesh by truth alone
The baby sees the tit, she eyes it as a treasure
as nothing's ever better, at filling her with pleasure
The toddler holds the toy, the trinket seizes power
he coddles it with wonderment, hour after hour
The grammar child seeks prizes, awarded and achieved
forgetting to be thankful, and never saying please
The high schoolers want kisses, are happy holding hands
don't care about tomorrow, and ignore their parent's plans
College kids covet success, set their goals to get ahead
but soon find life's not easy, then settle for less instead
Grownups push for power, wealth fills their empty space
abandoning all humanity, they betray the human race
Take stock of your life
The good and the bad
The highs and the lows
The luck that you had
Take stock of your life
The twists and the turns
The ups and the downs
The lessons you learned
Take stock of your life
The truths and the dares
The ebbs and the flows
The love that you shared
