The angels always depart too soon
And while there must be a good reason
I'm left trying to understand why
Greed monger bastards are allowed
To roam this earth with diplomatic immunity
Gobbling up souls, spitting out the bones
Padding wallets, buying up empty prosperity
Arrogantly assuming that there's a place for them
In heaven for they have money to burn
And I'm forced to learn that life ain't free
And the meaning of existence is indeed a Zen koan...

Here I am alone
Thinking about the moments
You gave me as a shooting star
Blazes of glory in the sky
Asking myself why
I chose to allow fear
To poison my mind
Like a disease but with a catch
It has a cure, and it was at my fingertips
A confident quip was deemed fruitless
As I wasn't present to hold you tenderly
Until your final breath....

Perhaps, If I hadn't left you standing
You would still be here
Then again, fate decreed
You were a brief, but exhaultant light
To bring hope to self induced misery
Here I cry without observance...

R.I.P. Fu Manchu.

P-July 19, 2008.