Should the last of us be here today
Then none more need be said
But should you be, my son, instead
Then I am never dead.
For my life has been spoken for
And lived unto its last
But you, my son, can carry on
And honor what is past.
The circle of the name shall see
Some rise and others fall-
May you be the best of us
And stand tall.
Love lined baskets under the eternal moon
Filled with Last Hopes Beer.
Drink the poison until there's none;
That oughta help the fear.
One last breath of toxic air
Goes so well with rotten drink-
Swear you'll put them down tomorrow
At least that's what you think.
Forget I know you better, friend
Or enemy depending on situation
You're so good at wearing hats
Just be honest and let's wage war.
Live among the fetish folk
Armed with your black shield
Fighting the battle never won
After losing what was real.
And you will fight another day
For empty battle fields
Earning merit and building castles
To fill with all your nothing.
It feels empty in this house.
Like the construction zone where spirits go;
Building the mosoleum.
It feels empty in this house.
Where people live in cells that block mind and music
From deep within the heart from coming out.
It feels empty in this house.
Where I once was and died so I
Could find some semblance of "life" in hell.
I remember quick and strong
When sexual tension was only wars with sticks in our forest kingdom.
I remember the glistening matte finish on magic cards before they retired-
I remember the fire.
I remember learning mean
When fights were done with fists and love was unrequited
When letters were left in desks and French kissing was what inspired
I remember the fire.
I remember the struggle
Of becoming a young Adonis and finding out it meant little to the world in love
I remember playing a character on a stage of dreams and I inspired!
I remember the fire.
I remember traveling
And wandering the world seeking my place.
I remember love of fine drink and intoxicating fantasy in reality
Waking up completely surrounded and utterly alone
Far away from home looking for a new home
Dying not to ask and still having money wired
I remember the fire.
I remember the tiny face that changed my world
His alien, black eyes waking from a cacooned sleep in a prison of maternal ecstacy
I remember never loving his mother more as she perspired-
I remember the fire.
Then fires embered in the consequential silence
Lack of money and adventure caused a need for details to inspire
I forgot the fire
And we stayed inside like cold, rainy days in the fire
Where we waited for life
And now waited for death
And with nothing to retire
We had to work with no reward
And further quench the fire.
Now sitting with flint and kindling
Forgetting about the matches and gasoline
I've lost the advantage of youth:
I've lost the inspiration and the elation
Trading it for castles, fear of failure and a few dollars to retire-
I remember the fire.
You don't know the pain I suffer
You don't see the tears
I want you to know the way I love you
And have loved you all these years.
I know who you are and ponder
How you've cried from what I've done
Life without you is eternal night
And all I want is to see the sun.
To know that you will cry no more
And feel my loving you
I only want you to know
That those three words I say
Every syllable is true.
I love you.
When I'm lost you seek to find me
But you waste me on most days
You keep me close at hand
Because I'm worth more than your pay.
I have at least 3 meanings
One of which is after one
I represent an also
And identify the person to which something's done.
I represent the end
But religiously i'm a beginning
I'm always unavoidable
But to give me would be sinning.
What am i?
