1st Sonnet for the Way - Inheritance

 

“in nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti.”
                - formula trinitaria

“don't give it away."
               - The Drive-By Truckers

Iambic in the Land I AM to leave You
Word's quintessential Measure cuts in Time
A weird Inheritance, its witty Play deceives You
But still eternal Rhythm's Truth in Rhyme
Says You are Truth unless You are a Lie
And I the Father of a Fool's Deception
And if I am then I am NOT I cry!
For if I AM I'm Yours in all Conception
I had a Father too and He Another
And He His and so to the Unbounded
But this Land – it is quite some Other
Not Ours at all but by an Other founded
Of that Way my Son I proudly sing
Into that Land where You are Man & King

2nd Sonnet for the Way - Word

Because a Truth is but a Fool's free Wager
A blind Bet where no Body wins the End
Because a Lie is Truth's own true Presager
(For who seeks Truth, except a Lie to mend?)
Because I am a Truther and a Liar
Ruthless after Both and Either/Or
Because Truth chose to light in You a Fire
For Truth and Lie – You'll never be a Bore
For what's a Perfect Lie if not a Damn Good Story?
To tell a Truth much better than what's true
And what is Truth, if not the Devil's Glory?
Fixing "Coulds" in Fact and finally killing You
Live in all Worlds – Truth and Fiction, use them
Word creates them All but don't confuse them

3rd Sonnet for the Way - Who Built the Temple?

Who built the Temple first did speak the Hand
That built the Temple, so it is I've heard
Who built the Temple? Here in this spoken Land
Where All is Truth and made by very Word
The Priest who timely plots the Murder of the Boy
To keep intact the Kingdom of Cruel Time
Is Death Himself, who knows no Love or Joy
For whom Forever is a bloody Crime
Who built the Temple built it unto Life
Timeless yet when killed by timely Death
Who built it made a Mother of a Wife
Who birthed Forever a frightful timeless Breath
And in that Babe whom Death will never kill
A Father's fearless Testament and Will

4th Sonnet for the Way - Right and Wrong

When Our Rights and Wrongs are Slave's or Master's
We are simply Slaves, mastered by a Devil's Art
Harder than Diamond, softer than Alabaster
All Stone dissolves in Love's Wet Change of Heart
Who cannot rightly kill and take's a Loser
Who would is rightly bound to suffer Loss
Who does is truly Every Heart's Abuser
Who doesn't? Take a Coin, call either Toss
The Vegan Social Justice Jina strains the Gnat
To drink clean Waters of most distant Death
Where Fascist Do-Good Soldiers swing the Bat
Immoral, love, pray – don't hold Your Breath
Those who have Power to hurt but will do None
Are rarer than Wet Darkness under the Desert Sun

5th Sonnet for the Way - Nothing

If all Things come from Nothing as Some posit
Then why so go such Nothings painfully?
If every Something is at last a Forfeit
Then All are Nothing's Surfeit – certainly
We do know Things: hard Objects, broken Shards
Cups and Saucers, Spoons, Forks, Knives
But Nothing only there will slice our Hearts
What Never Was is cut from Us – our Lives
Are Dreams and passing Show - the Sages say so!
And They who All have passed do surely see
So We are None to argue when She says, NO!
But Nothing come from Something is no Victory
And Poets everywhere will find no Gladness
That such a Sonnet must be rhymed with Sadness

6th Sonnet for the Way - Superconfession

The Ivy Boys with all their Multiverses
Might profitably ponder, here, this one
Where Graveyards, Crematoriums and Hearses
Receive each Great and paltry Theorem
But if there were a World without my Failings
Wherein I never acted like an Ass
Without my ugly clueless evil Flailings
For You let such a World now come to pass!
Let Me waste here in this Sad World's Perdition
For it was in this World I did the Wrong
While You, in Quantum Superposition
Above this weakling's World live free and strong
And if all the Brains can't show that above You
May the Heart forgive and know that I love You

7th Sonnet for the Way - Pay Attention

Pay Attention when You're in a bleeding Tizzy
Pay Attention when You beg a frigging Pardon
Pay Attention when You're dying, weak or dizzy
Pay Attention when You wake up to a hard one
Pay Attention when You're scheming mean and sneaky
And – when You are saintly, honest, wise
Pay Attention when You're wheezing jacked and creaky
Filled with sweet Regret and the Devil's greasy Fries
Pay Attention while You slouch and watch the Movie
And when You are upright, peeing Dick-in-Hand
Pay Attention when you feel godawful groovy
Orgasmic, suicidal, or Not-Much-At-All, or grand
Who is so wise as this To Pay Attention?
Not me, I fear, and I AM not to mention