Whether whiskey or water
What should it matter
The point is we oughta
be toasting each other
Though the East is a Beast
and the West is unblessed …
May we this year refrain
from inflicting such pain
Turn to gentler pursuits
find for war substitutes
Be in the moment the ancient one chants.
be in the moment
be in the moment
don't peer ahead
and never look back.
be in the moment
be in the moment
the ancient one chants.
but what if that moment
is dipped in thick black
a blackness so deep
where devils
eclipses and pinch away
at your peace.
be in the moment
be in the moment
the ancient one chants
what if the moment is filled with hunger and death.
be in the moment
be in the moment
the ancient one chants
what if the moment is starless
filled with blindness and emptiness.
be in the moment
be in the moment
the ancient one chants.
What if the moment is charred
there are no flowers in the garden
blueness chases warmth into the wishing well
into moments unblessed
What then.
for the day i called you
then you interred in my Saul
you takes away my control
for this moment i doubt my self
i remember all battles i got kicked
just no good memory remains
just foolishness full of madness
why you didn't lets my mind rise
i thought you were mine to be with
see,mine credits i carry
see mine tears i sheds day after day
just, see see ,
then realize how bad i loved you
i remember what doctor told me
he said' don't try a beat
if you need life please quite
i did not obey him
because you took away mine balance
even if your smile kills my houses's mosquito
and yours taste never tired to satisfied me
please pay back promise is promise
right now i lose everything
no house, no family just homeless
pay me ,,,,please
do you remember all my salary i gave to you?
do realize how many times i worked for free
when i had too much credit to pay for,
dear alcohol please subscribe.
Throughout the night distressed, unblessed by sleep,
I turn and writhe and toss, and vainly watch
The seconds and the minutes slowly stretch
To hours; and long since done with counting sheep,
Despair of morning. All alone I pitch
And sweat and wanly see the clock-hands sweep
Inexorably on. And so I keep
Unwilling vigil, condemned to spend such
Nights of restless exile. For I worry:
They’ve sent you overseas, and now you fight
A foe implacable and alien…
Stars and moon speed overhead, and teary
Spells will increasingly become my plight,
While anxious waiting is my regimen.
This Petrarchan sonnet is a variant on the model -- some half-rhymes and a scheme of abbabaab cdecde
Black heap
Screaming
In silence
Nerves ripped
Heart flattened
Disconnected
Unblessed
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