Retirement
Before long you’ll acquire
As I tire
Knowledge; a bit
If you sit
My stories are not for the weary
Nor the absent minded
Not for the selfish close minded either
One day you’ll understand
Life get’s out of hand
But it’s how you respond
That creates or destroys bond
Between brothers or sisters
Mothers or fathers
Maids or butlers
Lovers or haters
Dos and don'ts are my friends
Which I ought not to use anymore
Since they carry little weight
With my younger allies
Who come by in the ‘now’
‘Then’ and ‘will’...hmm.
Vocabulary nonexistent beyond today
I am waiting now
For a mutual friend
He could be Death
He could be human
I am sure not which
This adds spark to my life
When all else fails
It’s not daunting, it just is
Join me, i have told what i can ‘now’
I wouldn’t mind listening to you
Just don’t presume you know me
And I will do the same
I won't presume to know myself either
Just kidding... You get what I mean
My jokes seem funnier than ever before
They seem less communicable too
If you finish your story
And you see me motionless
Follow suit
Options are as they come
Either I am dead, or asleep
Or if neither then I am thinking
Thinking... a valuable activity…
Don’t interrupt, I’ll let you know
When I am ready to leave you
But I don’t mean I’ll move
I have spent my whole life moving
It’s still your turn
Depart from my porch
That’s how I ‘leave your company’ these days
It’ll be soon when you tag out like I did
With someone else on your own porch
Thinking…
I guess I didn’t follow my rule
To use few, if any, do’s or don’ts
So If I could impart one thing
Don’t use don’ts and do’s. -Chuckle-
There is too little time
For those words
But still let people know the rules
In some form or matter
Now, I think it’s time for ‘me to leave you’
Get up, put one step in front of the other
You’ll find your way off my porch
Not ‘then’ nor ‘will’, it’s all the same
But Now, if you are not still
I insist,Bill
After all you are tagged in
My human friend and kin
Is this your porch or mine?
‘Now’ is outside of time
Not sure I know
I guess, like most things, it’s just so...
The Real -ism
Realism provides no schism
This ism convicts like a prison
Recognizing in all, beauty
Better than a Cutie
My mind is blown
No longer a stone
Enraptured I'm lost
But at no cost
You say "I Doubt"
Half in, Half out
You fell on your sword
No wonder you're bored
Only this life: to short
Even to retort
From the makeshift island beach
Lets hear you preach
Apparently, you know a lot
as you taught
'bout knowing so little
I can't help but giggle
I say it's true
That's my view
Why so tense
Don't take offense
Now I'm a relativist
In a lover's tryst
With me myself and I
My dillusions... Oh hi
Another ism of subjectivity
This dominion of triviality
Objective reality silently heard
In the origin of Word
Objects wait, forming
While we we stand nonconforming
To Beauty, Good, and Truth
A universal info booth
Unless we lift the eye of our soul
It will take a crippling toll
This challenge is ripe
Perfect for the human type
"Know this life is real"
Correct all false appeal
All may, with certainty, Know
But on it there is no perfect bow
Today just know we live
Truly, in that we give
Go ahead and talk
But do not balk
From the reason of realism
Get rid of this 'feel-ism'
Love is what the world needs
In all its deeds
Empiricism oh so mighty
But so cold and tidy
Heartless in your nature
Love clamors while you encage her
Love is the drug
That gives a hug
Harder and stronger than hate
Transforming it, not one moment too late
But if you insist on this 'feel-ism'
Which lacks the vitality of the real -ism
I implore you at the very least
to consider in front of you, the feast
Which could be yours
Through the open doors
You are dying to behold
Of which as a kid you were told
Realism posseses flaws
Amidst its yawning jaws
But to find the best
Is the ultimate test
This is it, I guarantee
Follow me, you'll see
What your life could entail
Success or fail
Will you take my hand
As well as a stand
Against suppressing weights
Will you pass through the gates?