There is no doubt
The god myth reeks
An ego trip
For stone-blind freaks
Poems #Dead Twins Talking
I'm sick to death of life itself
A man who roved right to the end
I've reached the final lap in life
And now must find a way to mend
I want to run away and hide
A child who wants to have his way
I've raced along the rainbow road
And now must limp in shades of grey
I'm on the outs with life itself
A man who knows when he is beat
I've reached the point of no return
And now must face the last defeat
We can't stop the saboteurs inside us
No matter how much we try to pretend
The crooked chorus of shouldered demons
Tag along with us beginning to end
We can't miss our own paths of destruction
No matter how far we veer from the stream
The inborn patterns of heredity
Press on with us every which way we dream
Nothingness looms like a stake
Gripped by good old father time
Hammered home by hands of fate
Shadowing my downhill climb
Nothingness is all we get
Gone to dark and deadened doom
Driven home by destiny
Sitting tight inside my tomb
What is the secret to success
What makes us fight and win the day
What is the answer to our fears
What gives us strength to the find our way
What is the special secret sauce
What makes the best in us succeed
What is the topping of them all
Why love of course is all we need
It's looking bad in fact quite bleak
Our world is going down in flames
Such a mess and we're still in it
Now acting out the final frames
It's looking grim in fact quite sad
Our universe is nearly broke
Such a jam we're growing old in
But now at least we get the joke
It's looking up in fact quite bright
Our earth is giving us more time
Such a gift and glad to know it
Now basking in the land of rhyme
If I knew then what I know now
If my heart had been more open
If the moon jumped over the cow
If the little dog had spoken
If I knew then every riddle
If my eyes had been wide open
If the cat could play the fiddle
If the fun had been unbroken
If I knew then the road to seek
If my mind had been more open
If the dish and the spoon could speak
If the laughing dog had woken
Life is an unfinished work of art
A masterpiece stunningly sublime
Joy comes most in the disappearing
Getting lost in the moments of time
Life is an incomplete chef d'oeuvre
Each masterwork handcrafted from scratch
Peace comes most in the pioneering
Staying young on the thrill of the catch
Life is a rough-hewn magnum opus
An abstract and unsound tour de force
Love comes most to the undesigning
Growing old as a matter of course
The Lilly twins, one kissed by a bug, one with a bum ticker
Karma's a bitch and death is the penultimate ass-kicker
But neither twin bowed out as a bent-over arse-licker
To be remembered seems to be
A part of our anatomy
To die and then to be well missed
And thus in death to still exist
Our father said to miss him well
A cinch as far as I can tell
To live and keep alive with love
Our forebears in the stars above
