Crazy Life

Dark memories rising; blots against the sky

Messages incoherent only serve to mystify

If it isn’t me who’s drowning, it’s someone else I know

A mess of dying sunflowers commemorated by Van Gogh

I think of Robin Williams and a song by his name

His life a reassurance; his death a counterclaim

And all of us are marching into that great unknown

Our fragile lives a spark doused in acetone

Still I rise each morning; still I sleep at night

Still my body fights with fists and lymphocyte

The end may be enigma wrapped in flimsy faith

But this crazy life of love has extraordinary worth

Endless Sea

I want to follow the river down to the endless sea

Where perhaps I'll discover a finer version of me

One that won’t turn her back on a friend...

How that came to pass I hardly comprehend

But with my failing health, I scarcely had a choice

As each hoarded scrap of energy gave cause to rejoice.

With this pain, fatigue and constant cough in my chest

All I seem to manage is solitude and rest

I’ll find a room with windows on three sides

Where I’ll watch the falling rain and the crashing tides

Settled in this unknown place, I’ll let no one down

I’ll be a reclusive eccentric in a borrowed town

But as my body slows, my brain still runs fast

Contemplating the present, the future and the past

Seeing all my dreams etched in panes of frost

Those achieved, and others that were lost

And I’ll make peace with this strange destiny

At the mouth of the river, beside the endless sea

Curse of Beauty

Beauty has a curse equaling that of talent

They attract the users, abusers and ungallant

Who want only to manipulate, take and bend

Purloining money and gain for their own selfish ends

Promising to promote their mark`s success and fame

While acting selfishly: no caring in their game

Like leeches latched on, despite worry, fire or flood

Sucking their host of dollars and lifeblood

Monroe, Fogarty and Leto all suffered from the curse

And others whom I don’t know, probably fared worse

For there will always be the immoral, dissolute and takers

Still the gifted rise above, revered and not forsaken