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

8th Sonnet for the Way - Apocalypse

I do not know if Life on Earth is over
Or how what Savior rightly might return
Whether plastic Oceans must boil over
Or when or how this World must freeze or burn
I've never heard the End of every Story
Or glimpsed the Final Point of Entropy
I've never seen to Whom to give all Glory

Or Whom but Me to blame for endless Misery

I only feel sweet Tinglings of a Blessing

Coming down the Nerves of My Right Arm
From beyond a broken Man's confessing
To a grieving Child and World his Harm
Down from Above! Free and wild!
Blessed be the Womb that bears Your Child

9th Sonnet for the Way - Death

Death taps a Rhythm just as true

On the Wretch's Tarp and the Castle of the Don

Death misses not a Beat, not one, but You

Will make a Way of Art and Love – live on!

With Air and Alphabet a Poet etches Word

On Mind and Soul to outlast Bronze and Stone

Death keeps the Time, but I have also heard

Time and Space themselves are out on Loan

Until We pay in full with Interest at the End

Earless to Human Mutterings and Moans

The Judgment falls – the Rules will never bend

Time cooks our feeling Flesh, Space grinds our Bones

Things never change, so always there's this One

Spirit – as a Father loves a Son

You Bigger Than They

[pro filia cordis mei, m.aaa]

Darlin ask yo Mama
'bout the phases o the Moon
Sometimes She smile and love you
other times She sing a very different tune

But it's all ok

Cuz you bigger than they

Darlin ask yo Daddy

bout the cycles o the Sun

He get up bright and early

He sinkin when the day is done

But it's all ok

Cuz you bigger than they

Moonhorns turn left

Moonhorns turn right

I was so lost and broken

in Dee-troit that night

But it's all ok

Cuz you bigger than they

Little darlin yo eyes

Brighter than the Moon

Yo heart like Sunshine

When you come into a room

Yeah it's all ok

Cuz you bigger than they

Darlin you got a Daddy

Bigger than the Sky

You got a Mama

Love you and She never die

Yeah and it's all ok

You even bigger than they!

Happy Moons in Winter

That April Moon hurts

When she said I couldn't talk to you

Darlin, that was the worst

But it's all ok

Cuz you bigger than they

Little Darlin will you wave

From above the Sun and Moon?

Even if I'm in my grave

I will wave back at you

And know it's all ok

Cuz you bigger than they

"Why must I always be the Love?"

[pro c.f. mmxviii]

Why must you always be the Love?
Shining in the blackening Gray, the Star?
Because Love's fragments from Above,
Below, Between, Behind, Beyond, they are

on lease to you, no matter who you are

Love is the Payment and the Rent

the Palace and the Tenement

beyond the Grave, beyond the Star

We die! Love is and is not who we are

and if every stain cries not, "Holy Holy is the Light"

we are not listening, Love is never far

but is the Light itself and not the Star