My life is about never.
you say we will never meet.
my life is about never.
I lived a living death for decades.
awoke each day begging that it be
my last, my now, my never more.
never was my watchword.
never was fate.
never was my hell.
you better go back and
read my poems from
A to V.
therein lies the stories,
true to each word.
rivers I almost jumped into.
mental faculties rusted brittle.
until by accident,
I lost the N.
never became ever.
there are the magic twenty five.
met one and the journey,
trip has begun.
a world tour,
I will make.
gonna knock on your door at the poetry hour,
around six am,
and with the biggest smile,
will hand you this poem,
and pronounce this blessing:
Gotcha.
need no will,
need no way.
cause I got me a passport
issued by the authorities of
Neverland.
As a degreed graduate,
I learned magic and how to spell,
never is spelt ever.
we will shake hands,
whenever,
whoever,
wherever.
but always
ever,
forever.
gotta get me a big suitcase,
these crazy twenty five,
who always ever read every
poem I wrote, I will meet,
on this planet earth.
they live in the craziest places,
but I got maps and google earth.
and I will find them and you sir,
hands will I shake and then grab you,
soul and body,
shake that too.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC
My life is about never.
you say we will never meet.
my life is about never.
I lived a living death for decades.
awoke each day begging that it be
my last, my now, my never more.
never was my watchword.
never was fate.
never was my hell.
you better go back and
read my poems from
A to V.
therein lies the stories,
true to each word.
rivers I almost jumped into.
mental faculties rusted brittle.
until by accident,
I lost the N.
never became ever.
there are the magic twenty five.
met one and the journey,
trip has begun.
a world tour,
I will make.
gonna knock on your door at the poetry hour,
around six am,
and with the biggest smile,
will hand you this poem,
and pronounce this blessing:
Gotcha.
need no will,
need no way.
cause I got me a passport
issued by the authorities of
Neverland.
As a degreed graduate,
I learned magic and how to spell,
never is spelt ever.
we will shake hands,
whenever,
whoever,
wherever.
but always
ever,
forever.
gotta get me a big suitcase,
these crazy twenty five,
who always ever read every
poem I wrote, I will meet,
on this planet earth.
they live in the craziest places,
but I got maps and google earth.
and I will find them and you sir,
hands will I shake and then grab you,
soul and body,
shake that too.
Dedicated to the twenty five or so fellow poets who read all my poems with affection and appreciation.
Already wrote, Oct. 6th,
I shall come to you!
When at a loss for inspiration,
I look at your names, your destinations,
Then I need a traffic cop at a roundabout,
To sort out the new poem-babies
Being born simultaneously!
My arms beg me to
Enrapture you,
But constraints of time and place,
The mundane curse, money,
Rivers that seem to be too wide to ford,
Leaves me but one solution,
I shall come to you.
In any way I can!
I shall perforce,
come to you
For I cannot wait
To fall upn thy neck
And whisper
Blessings upon us all!
Find me a windmill needs tilting,
Bring me jars of ink and oil,
Do what I can with my saber small,
My pen, the strongest weapon I posses,
But is my voice, that I will bring,
First and foremost.
My strongest tool,
For I cannot wait
To fall upon thy neck
And whisper
Blessings upon us all!
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