Observations of the human condition through the eyes of a sightly twisted artist
If this be the last Moonlight to fall upon this mortal frameThen with whom should I be angry? Where to lay the blameThis old bag of bones is done with that yes my life it has beenGood!Praise to the Creator who gave me understand: SelfhoodTo understand sacrifice. To surrender; bleed willinglyFor the sake of The Beloved and here it should be plain There is no breaking of the shell without enduring pain.If this be the last Moonlight to fall upon this mortal frameWould I wish I’d had more: wealth or treasures? Or Fame?This old bag of bones is done with that and yes my life has been Good!I’ve lived, And Loved; I’ve laughed and cried and through it all I understood.Some wish they’d had less work; more play, I wish I’d had more time with ones that brighten my day. ,But Time just slips away, inconspicuously as the passing of the day And you cannot catch the moon or sun or make them turn the other wayWhen you’ve breathed your allotted breaths You give thanks for what you got anywayAnd if you learned something along the way…What would you say, Hey??hat would you say, if this indeed were your last day?This bag of bones is done with that, and yes my life’s been Good.This bag of bones is done with that, and yes my life’s been OkayThis bag of bones is done with that, and yes my life’s been GoodThis bag of bones is done with that, and yes my life’s been Okay(Refrain) Would I have regrets for things not done, things that were never saidFor the lonely lonely nights I spent crying in my poor bedOr rather would I say those nights had truly and surely led To my very own undoing, and formed a new Self in its steadThis old bag of bones is done with that, and praise dear God it’s TrueThis mortal coil has come undone there’s nothing one can doThis old bag of bones is done with that, and yes my life has been goodThings didn’t always turn out, quite the way I;d hoped they wouldBut who am I? to question it when when we know it comes disguisedWhen we reach for Heaven we reach beyond and up to the distant skiesThis old bag of bones is done with that, Yes, my life has been blessedI always had a home; a place to lay my head and restThis weary one has had enough of heartaches, crooks and liesThis old bag of bones is done with that, Yes, my life has been blessed.My Friends are those who carry Tombstones on their headsThe Name of the Beloved in their hearts and to their bedsMy Friends are those who Judge not what is right and what is wrongThey only sing the great lament and seduce us with their songAll the Joys the Ceremonies the Wisdom talks and LoveCannot hold back the will of the freedom-seeking DoveThus the Soul will journey to a mysterious place we do not knowBut in the end it is the place that all of us must finally go.