Forever Now, The Eternal

Forever Now, The Eternal

By JD Kruger  -- GLP4

When, occasionally, I walk alone or with a friend,

I comment on the truth, that it does bend

the time of aging when the end draws near

and I know that fleeting is the time for cheer

in Winter, when the days are short

and with the ladies, I tend warmth and court

and comfort the self that closeness is a sport

where friendship is the most expensive sort

because, within the life of every man

there is but, one or two, no more than ten

who can but know the life of such an intimate

to tell one apart from arid, or from wet,

as cancer eats into the body

I, all alone, will know the lot, He

the Lord has inflicted upon my soul

He, the Lord, whom everyone makes goal

and in the end, when ghosts do circle earth

and forever tell the spirit what it`s worth

I know that more days to walk upon this land

is not at all what mythology hath planned.

And, so I count my time within my boots

as time worth, as time worth lived

Which takes from roots to branches

what was once short-shrived, And praise

that body that hath been abused

It has its ways to still the heart, that once fused

me with each and every girl with whom I had lain

and each and every friend, with whom, I`d plain

and given o``er what no mere mortal spoke

and surrendered what only angels brokered

For what will be known of me when I am gone

Is that my charm and speech had maketh me a son,

The gift of mercury is what made me fleeting

Ne`re made me tarry, but what gave me meeting

with people whom all from walks of life

From Rich and Poor, and politician`s wife

From Artist, Musician, Journalist and Player

From Teacher, Student, Sooth and Sayer,

And, now, deserted by my auditor,

no longer holding sway, with priest or curr,

I can not help but let my ghost,

wonder, wander, and mix within the host.

Alack, it is not that every man shall hold the current

for more than four decades even on his best turrent,

And yet, I do, and gather still response,

When lost are intimates, the alchemist will mix an ounce

of herb or powder to seek his lasting flight

To seek that body which hath given might

To speak, to write, to play, to scheme,

Oh, isn`t life one lasting dream,

where a necromancer has conjured ghosts on screen

on radio, on foot, and in between,

how could it be that bodies rot,

when they last lay in their last cot,

I know my ghost will walk the earth

and disturb the summits with a birth

that will no longer incorporate

ni for love, ni for hate

but, climb eternal in the skies,

that will be sight for sore, dead eyes,

that will be hearing for dead ears,

that will be joy, for all dead cheers,

and, if you call upon my name

when I have passed seek what you claim,

my ghost will not disturb you more

than I once disturbed you with my chore.

There is no death, of soul, you see,

when you have names, that make you three

of Father, Son and Holy Ghost,

of Master, Maker, and of Host.

You know to call me, by the Christ,

If you disturb me, it``s not Rice`d

or Buddha, who has lain for not

But, mythic man eternal who has caught,

For as I lived, so did I die,

For as I strived, so did I lie,

And like the stock market, whose value is a wave

the soul does fluctuate through the act of saving, grave

the lot, stave the man, I know now,

or if it were, or if it how,

perhaps there is an eternal current

Where inner speech is heaven sent,

For inner speech rebirths my soul,

and if that value makes you whole

We work eternal in the minds of men,

And that will make you whole again.

It`s not the body which is eternal

But, soul and spirit makes us full.

And, now, you see, my body rests,

But, as you read, you dawn my vests,

So if you read me, please give inflection

and only soul hath ressurrection,

and, only inner voice gives me arousal

there is always a woman of all carousel

to take the dick, and tuck it deep, for me to tuck

it deep, for me to fuck, the soul

with luck, to tuck, to tuck, eternal tuck

hide the woman, carry the ruck,

tuck it ease, and tuck it clear,

the hear is now, forever here.

The here is now, forever now,

The here is now, forever now.

JD Kruger – GLP4.