Last Will & Testament
To Mr. Otto Osips Ochs
My friend, the dream is exhausted
But as long as you chase it, I will follow
Mr. Dylan Thomas
Perhaps destiny it’s self will spare us
To yours, mine, our struggle
Their smiles
Here’s to serenity
Accept this peace
To those who do not understand
Perhaps you never will
To Forsythe
Orange monkeys, brown bricks
To Fallen days
Summer musk smirks
So we wish upon autumn stories
And still recall a sudden May
The Garden district
Birds feed, individuals chirp
The sudden closure that lurks
To holidays
Like people they come, they go
To Knowledge
What is good language?
Ignorance, my southern king
My Etruscan dancer
Kiss the mistletoe of your beloved tragedy
Emerson
I beg of you
Keep your self reliance
So I ask you, what do you do?
When life points all its fingers at you?
To End, despair, and happiness
Why not just coexist within struggles
To the most adorable infants
I insist that you cry
Because in the future
When things go not your way
Your peers and I
Will simply tell you to stop whining
To harmony
I’d rather have your faults than marry
My well wishers
It’s been fun
Children
I insist that you play
Enjoy the withered ways of the hours that fade
When life begins to settle around you
You begin to only focus on
What you have to do
To the harlots I lay with in
You can do better than me
To those whom stood foot in sand
Wrap your self in a warm memory and let it be
To fatal attraction
What ever happened to you?
Caesar
Until the end, my friend
Brutus
My lord this is as far as we go
To my viewers
I leave you my despair
My expired whereabouts
My truth in well being
Deceit
I leave you my absence on days I do not miss
My love
My only beleaguered wish
To life
The darkness I continue to kiss
To my conscience
I cannot get over you
To the world
The end, all is yours
To our sun
The moon, the blemishing
To Phoebe
Be eternal, mark, and benefit from it
To relinquishing
I keep trotting
To this decision in essence
Where will I go?
For now, I do not know
But maybe that’s the significance in the matter
To Colorado
I look forward to our rendezvous and tryst
To departure
A lavender scent
To laughter
A soothing melody to present
To my tears
You are nothing more than failing worries
To Eternity
Time seems wounded, love please hurry
To Monroe Louisiana
Maybe I’ll see you all around sometime
As for my will
I leave none, it carries on within me
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008
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