Gilgamesh is waiting

Gilgamesh is waiting

I’m dubious

The dry leaves perhaps portend

A savage fire

Gilgamesh yet waits

The turn of another day

(For is it not like a circle)

Portend...I don’t know what

Just another occasion to weep

And wonder at the mightiness 

Of those nights

As Gilagmesh waits

But is there still confusion

About the shooting stars

Is there still wonder

That rocks live on

And on

Or are we satisfied with something

Living with a few others

To care about

By and by

Stop this my friend

For Gilgamesh waits

Still is the night

When death calls

A low rumble in the distance

And clouds unseen

While a bird cries out

There goes the silence

Disrupting the slumber of the innocent

And awakening a heart perhaps

To the dreadful time

Of not knowing

Those fires

Wait oh Gilgamesh, wait

And we wonder not

Two Paths

It is an extreme rarity

To enjoy moments of clarity

Knowing what something means

The ins outs and in betweens

Fully comprehending it all

Is a task that is much too tall

So I try to do the best I can

Listening closely to everyman

The symbols, the meanings every clue

Picking them up is hard to do

As for you

Shuffle along my friend

Hurry up you’re near the end

The pot of gold is waiting

These things are true that I am stating

You want riches love and fame

To be victorious in every game

Reach and grab and make sure you get it

Fortune will slip away if you let it

Me I want to see things clear

To understand why I’m here

I want an idea of what it’s about

At least to know something from inside out

We go our separate ways my friend

Maybe I’ll see you round the bend

You seek glory and it all it brings

I look for answers to so many things

Good luck to us both you and and me

Will finding what we seek set us free?

I Confess to Some Confusion

I rhymed again

Why

What’s the point

Did this make it more fun

Or was I trying to impress

Myself

And you

What was your role in this

I confess to some confusion

This bit about rhymes

Why you act so about it

What difference does it make

When the meaning doesn’t change

Strange

There I did it

You happy now

Where is this all going, anyway

What do you want of me

Why do these words matter so

What manner of self expression

Can be so bloody important

That you do this to yourself

I mean me

That’s right

You do it to me

For we are different people

Not the same at all

You may live here within my brain

(He’s insane!)

But I have a separate life

Not related to you and 

Your

Madness about rhyming

(In I’m chiming)

So let’s all let it be and go on

About our lives

We’ve got so much in common

Let’s try to stay friends

You and me

Us

And if on occasion I should rhyme

So be it

But don’t ask

It’s really none of your affair

Or mine

Ing

Spilling

The tests are coming

Falling

The trials will begin

Stalling

The days are night

Capsizing

The worries are real

Raining

The events are delayed

Sailing

The times are changing

Clapping

The appreciations are coming

Yawning

The cycles are ending

Wilting

The sorrows are beginning

Bursting

The birthing starts anew

Flowing

The joys are unrefined

Vanishing Today

Today went away

All of it

Gone

What did I do and

Where did I go

Seems nothing and nowhere

Where does time go when it slips away

How is it so illusive

And why

A whole day gone

This morning it was here

Rife with possibility

So much I could do

Get done

Places I could go

Visit

Experience

But it all disappeared

Wasted, perhaps

I’ll never get it back

Not another chance with it

Oh well, there’ll be others

Shiny and new with

Bright exciting mornings

And plenty of possibility

Next time i’ll hold on tight

Won’t let the day go

It’ll be mine

Carpe diem?

Whatever Became of Me

I’ve gone again

I don’t where

Was here just a minute ago

What ever became of me?

I was a young man full of hope

Believed in...what did I call them?

Dreams

My dreams

They were big

Positively huge

What ever became of me?

That young man with shoulder length hair

Chatting up all the girls

Was around and about and always on the go

Not ambitious really

Spent a lot of time waiting for the miracle

Wonder where I’m off to?

Why I didn’t stick around?

I saw someone like me in the mirror this morning

A resemblance, but so much older

Perhaps a bit wiser too but

Couldn’t be the same bloke

Me, I’m a young man full of pep

Ready to take on the world

But where the deuce am I

Why’d I disappear?

I wish I’d come back

People are expecting me

I’ve got so much to do

More places to go, more to learn

More to do

I’m sure I’ll turn up eventually

I’ve got to

My Debris

The debris of my life

Scattered

What has it all meant

Did I do it right

Why can I not go back 

And edit the mistakes I’ve been

I see some there

And over there

The wind has taken a few away

How this hurts

Damage and expenses for the labor

Of careless deeds

Thoughtless acts

All the pain

The soft sobs

What was I thinking

Better to ask

Why wasn’t I thinking

(No questions marks, 

you know what I mean)

It starts all over

Every day

Some are mistake free

Those the exceptions

All those messes

No clean up crew

They’re permanent stains

I must learn to live

Among the debris

Of my own life

I’ve been the mistakes

Am them