~ Nothing Lasts ~
{an unpleasant truth}
As I sit, sometimes in fear, alone
With my bleeding mistrust crumbling
Over the bloodiness of my indiscretions
I pray for guidance, forgiveness
And the truth of it all...
My memories beating out inevitabilities drums
About so many things and the truth of it all
About my childhood, my sons
How in the beginning it was all fun
But realization's truth, begins
With,
Nothing Lasts....
An unpleasant truth is nothing lasts
No matter the gender, no matter the caste
When fullness of mind crosses the line
We wade into the waters of that truth's hard line
The truth is, nothing lasts
Except for the past...
So, in my latest frame of mind
Something I find
Keeps morphing over and through all time
I begin to see the clearest of pictures
It is through the stained glass window
Where we all shine
It is through leaving our bodies
We become sublime
After all, that is what death is,
Being beautifully forgotten...
Tony Taylor
*March 2022
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One line, for me, stands out here Tony
'Being beautifully forgotten....'
what a haunting line and yes...of course we will, every last one of us. Stunning write my friend x
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Thank you MARION.....and you're are so right....it is THAT very line that inspired me to write this......well done my friend!!.....T xoΒ : )
absolutely write sir .. nothing lasts for ever .. no not nothing .. a fearful truth that many spend far too long worrying over but can do nowt about ........... live for the moment I say & try to value and enjoy every single one of em, whether seen through a stained glass window or some opaque poisoned lensΒ ........................................................... Rock ets to ya brother Tony :)Β
Live for the moment indeed Sir NEVILLE!!.....thanx so much for taking time with this......I do so look forward to your commentaries!!.....Glide on love brother!!......T xoΒ :Β )
PS.....this is SO insightful....."Some opaque poisoned lens"....how I love your comments....made me smile brother....thank again......Out!!
Beautiful tragedy Tony, those inks are always hard to swallow but such a pleasure to read
What a cool comment ........lots of love and stuff....and many thanx for this!!.......smiles.......T xoΒ :Β )
Or does it? Great write TonyΒ
Questions....ever questioning......lots of love to you and yours my friend.......later!.......T xoΒ :Β )
Tony your last two poems
Are deep and darkΒ
And strange like your own something
A little too much wine a little of this in a little with that what I mean that happens
Well....actually "Hell City" was written in 1982 and I just updated it a bit because of what's going on in the world right now.....but it is interesting that you would question me about wine....cuz I do love red wine.....so the answer to your question is NO....these were not written under the influence.....however many of my poems HAVE been written with an altered state of consciousness in play.......so who have you been talking to....to actually make you confront me with such a question brother?......later......T xoΒ : (
I agree nothing lasts, it's not supposed to, that's what makes things and time precious.Β
Love this one, beautifully forgotten ill put my hand up for that one.Β
Hi Tony,
Enjoyed - however, my wife thinks that
many things DO last forever like the old stereo!
I am still here whilst others fall around me.
Greg threw a few strange curved balls in the air -
maybe he has some perspicacity after all!!
Love,
Terry.
xoxoΒ :)