Poems #Dead Twins Talking

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

We all get our last moments

Final thoughts before we leave

Some die slow others quickly 

All pass on without reprieve

We all have our last moments

Lagging thoughts soon departed

Some have more time than others

All end up where they started

Greedy, gluttonous, out-of-touch

See the fat-cat despots gorging

Hoggish, immoral, out to lunch

See the evil they are forging

Ruthless, villainous, slash-and-burn

See the well-off tyrants snatching

Callous, atrocious, on the prowl

See the shell games they are hatching

Artful, dishonest, on the grift

See the two-faced hustlers drooling

Piggish, self-seeking, off the rails

See the farmland they are ruling

Evil is as evil does

Round and round and round it goes

Evilness is everywhere

Nicely wrapped in pretty bows