death
inevitable, fatal
stopping, ending, vanishing
grave, skeleton, audit, ledger
filing, demanding, calculating
perpetual, certain
taxes
I'm doing my best, at what I can, I've absorbed some
Life from boy to man, uncertain at times, now i find
Times are uncertain..' Much fear and denial while some
Are tearing the curtains.' The established fear-mongers
Peddle; the lies, same as before, so much sympathy? homilys
DIsguise; and furore.' A main threat is something will be taken away'
As such is attempted, by night and by day you recieve your
Matter and always you pay, as the object decreases its value
But hey.! When you're all done chasing, and storing; adoring' all such
You in turn; will be offered as goods, pretty much! You'll be stored up
And cleaned up, and boxed up, for ill or for good? you get eulogised
Lionized, maybe buried at sea.? Or feted then cremated?
Or a diamond could be.? Its all human mullarky, from the
Start to the end, while someones always paying, Its death and Taxes my freind !
Someone once said
“The only assurances in life is death and taxes!”
I’ll let you read the fine print, I’ll send the faxes
All there is; is death and taxes!
Watch me grind my sliver axes
Watch the blade gleam in the slow moonlight
I like the way it sparkles in your hooded eyes
You have paid your dews, your pound of flesh for glory,
Fury for the masses…
You have been taxed & now all you have is me
Here too reap my rewards
As your vain opens, crimson flows like wine at the Eucharist
Unholy is my communion, your blood is my life!
As I watch your eyes go relax
All you have now is me at last
What a trip, as I wander to the holly-caust
The people I meet, the things they say, and do! Oh, My!
What a wonderful thing his Creation is…
This life you mortals live
As I have mentioned before
I’m the one assurance that some say is inevitable
As death and taxes, and your taxes have been paid.
Unto the earth below my end commences
for I have committed life’s last offences.
But not even death will save
me from taxes in the grave
and now I can’t deduct living expenses!
Written: March 2014
Memory kills time,
as time kills life…
Faster than a paid assassin,
colder than a dream that’s stolen
—surer than the tax man knows
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Death and Taxes
Death enters our lives and fear draws its breath
each day that we wake until it leaves us in death
Outpacing mortality would surely set man free
to leave our worries behind in total transcendency
Fear motivates anxiety, causing concern and dissension
physical and mental burdens of overwhelming contention
We are encircled by fear like Earth upon its axis
Trepidation intimidates us like death and taxes
There are only two ways in which to overcome fear
To become immortal or die, it’s simply that clear
Don’t allow darkness to capture our heart and mind
Facing crippling fears head on will keep them confined
Fear anchors itself in the roots of fears that we feel
Once we stop feeding them, our maladies will heal
8/23/2021
Death and taxes
This is what we do
Relax, take a break…..
This is how we feel
Relaxed!!!!
Underneath the shade tree,
This is where we sit.
A piece of heaven
Life, death,
All that’s left.
The never ending cycle,
And the cycle continues.
Though, somehow,
Somewhere,
The sentence ends,
The story is told
And the book is closed.
The sun goes down,
The shadow thins out,
The monsters you hid, come out…
Out and about…to play!
And now the tree, no longer just for shade
But to sit by and to breath by,
To spittle and to seethe by,
Remains the same.
And time doesn't stop.
Not even momentarily
Because,
Everything is temporary.
And to the contrary,
That can't really happen.
The book might still be closed,
But night, this darkness; continues.
That pain might still be close
But don’t let that confuse you.
Not like he used to…
Like how he used you…
I’ve got bruises too,
Just not brand new.
Revised on May 9th 2020
April 19th 2006
2:44 p.m.
By Jennifer English
Listen up lowlife, I make greatness look trite,
Arrogance so far below me, I’m way out of sight,
The whole world’s something, stuck to my shoe,
Never wear mainstream, only designer brand new.
Could not care less, weather you live or die
Be sure your funeral cortège stops, as I pass by,
Don’t even look at me, gaze upon the ground,
Better not breathe same air, when I’m around.
Completely flawless, no mirror can reflect me,
Chosen by myself, to judge everyone that I see,
When speaking put polished marbles in my mouth,
Step outside our mansion, everything goes south.
Family’s so privileged, only private tutors we seek,
When at the opera, have our own personal suite,
Only best Moët Chandon, passes through my lips,
No matter how good the service, I never give tips.
Yes obnoxiously happy, confident I’ll never die,
So just go and wallow, but find your own pigsty,
I’m a total master class, in unbridled snobbery,
Made my billions, defrauding the IRS in robbery.
By
David Kavanagh
Now that I'm dead I can finally relax,
worry free of April 15th and filing my income tax.
3-22-17
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