RECOLLECTION

I must not think of life; so some say,Life is short – it is gone – you recall,Yet you must if youShould make anything of it. Draw a plan; stick by it, so some say,But is that really living?Following a pattern youWrote in the past.Is that really living now? Then how do you think of lifeWithout recalling?Think ahead, so some say,But as soon as you do – you are there – it is gone.Life is short. 

BEELZEBUB’S LAMENT

You once loved me and I acheBut word spreads its venom and did takeYour love and I faceEternity in heartbreakBut I fake a smileAnd chase the flies awayFrom a rotting love that is hate. A monster you make me and I acheFor I was once a man of business but you takeThat away and I faceA rotten life, for you breakEverything I own and call it fakeAnd chase me to the shadowsThat you grew out of hate. For, once a man of business,Now, a man of death.

Forgiveness

I forgive you.These three words are not so hard to say. But should they be?You who have made me what I am today. Yet I forgive you.  I forgave you then.I of seven – a horse to be whipped.A body to be shamed.And for Middle School I was ill equipped. Yet I forgave you then.  And I forgive you now.You scarred me, but I didn’t know itUntil I was out, and fourteen I was. And still I was seven in a playground. You at the top and I at the [ . . . ]

Condolences

I don’t think you are in – Heaven – you are much too earthy for – Heaven.I don’t think you are in – Hell – you are much too good for – Hell.I don’t think you are a – spirit – you were not the spiritual type.Although mum told me of fairy blood in you – as runs through the veins of the Manx.Then you must be in your grave, but I don’t know where that is – we could not visit your funeral- See – but you can’t see [ . . . ]