Poems #Dead Twins Talking

Were it not for you

Crowding up the womb

Mucking up the works

Bringing down the room

Were it not for you

Trouble with a T

Turning on a dime

Roaming fancy-free

Were it not for you 

Breaking every rule

Lacking self-control 

Acting up a fool

Were it not for you 

Brother with a B

Living on a lark

Being just like me

In the end we all turn to dust

No more worries we have to face

Zero thinking we need to do

In the ultimate resting place

At long last we all get ghosted

No more people we want to see

Zero places we hope to go

When the Grim Reaper sets us free

Just when I thought we would make it

Bad choices in life took their toll

We kicked the bad habits in time

But suffered too much on the whole

Just when I thought we had made it

Old age made us stop and think twice

We smoked the peace pipe in the end

But ten more years sure would be nice

D is for denial

While anger gets an A

Bargaining to follow

B as in Beaujolais

Another D comes next

Depression is the cry

Finally acceptance

Last A then time to die

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

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

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

There is no when or where

There is no why or how

There only is this day

Lived in the here and now

There is no what or which

There is no whom or whose

There only is this day

To live the way we choose

Hello again frogman

I'm back here in the sea

Where you are always missed

As well as well can be

Hello again old man

I'm right here next to you

Where we can have a chat

So plainly overdue

Hello again frogman

I'm back here in the brine

Where we will ever bathe

In mirth both yours and mine

There is no place I'd rather be

Then right here with my younger twin

This is best place I have found

Of all the places I have been

There is no place I'd rather stay

Then right here with the ones who care

This is the best place I have lived

In places neither here nor there

There is no place I'd rather die

Then right here where I'm meant to be

This is the best place I have known

My place to grow old happily

My mind is filled with wolfish howls

Enraged as bloody hounds from hell

It wants to take me to that place

Where painlessness and comfort dwell

My mind is filled with foamy growls

Inflamed as rabid dogs gone mad

It wants to make me use again

Where any good left turns out bad