Mortality
Where is my courage now
when I need it more than ever
I know I can’t keep up this act
I’m really not that clever
and reality is relentless
because it’s now or never
I have to be someone
to qualify my existence
I’ve fooled everyone up to now
despite all their insistence
and my will is surely fading fast
for I have no more resistance
I think, therefore, I must be
no matter how hard I try
to fade away to nothingness
and, more or less, to die
for most of my friends have passed away
and I wonder, why haven’t I
I am somewhat ashamed
I don’t really care
people talk, that’s what they do
I tire of listening,
it’s always something new
or something old,
borrowed or blue
I can only focus on one
maybe two… and you
make the storm go away
and keep my course true
but then…
you and your babies, your lovers and kin
are all to compare with my own
discover if everything I’ve gathered within
is anything like I was shown
so much more than a place to begin
prevail, then apologize and atone
for the absence of effort, no real need to win
I miss what I’ve never truly known
the better to trust you with
a flashlight, torch or moonbeam…
or just a candle is enough
the darkness hides many wonderful things
as well as some pretty bad stuff
and I know it is there, my eyes take my word
still they fret what they can’t prove
but I’m sure enough to just let my eyes close
and anticipate your next move
Life is not a fantasy
unless you don’t believe
that people full of vanity
are trying to deceive
and break your concentration
on focusing your lens
to see the sublimation
of their purely human sins
for God hath writ this fairy tale
“The Human Being Myth”
and it isn’t if you pass or fail
it’s who you do it with
Mortified Heaven
In the time it would take to enunciate
all my petty worries and woes
I could probably die and be born again
and then see how that life goes
But I’ve become attached to this plot I’ve hatched
and it’s far from over yet
there’s adequate time left to get it done right
or at least decide what to forget
Because all my mistakes have had what it takes
to go off with a boom or a bust
but nobody knows what I’m truly made of
so there’s nobody I can trust
I’ll pin all my hopes on how destiny copes
with my manicured foibles and quirks
and have faith in my fate to negotiate
until I figure out how it all works
I’m doing okay in a modest sort of way
considering how I’ve abstained
from doing any more than what needs to be done
and make use of the freedom I’ve gained
Now has come the time to let reason and rhyme
substitute for ambition and schemes
to enjoy my egress from undue duress
and explore all the sundries of my dreams