Code Eye Still Codicil Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

No needle's eye for camel's head
accepts belongings from earth bed,
nor threads decode vain codicil
to concretize departed will.

When weep-sleep sunders living, dead,
there's no more time to look ahead,
no time to reminisce until
the cows come home, for time stands still.

Still, once this mortal clothing's shed,
one doubts if houri banquets spread,
one doubts red devils fear instill
with fire and brimstone overkill.

Eat, drink, be merry, butter bread,
is optimal advice instead
of words whose wisdom can't fulfill
all takers of life's doctored pill.

What may one leave when empty page
bears witness to closed curtain, stage
forever silent, echo dumb,
if not advice by rule of thumb.

But may advice, however sage,
e'er guarantee the living wage,
whatever's said whan all is done,
vain vein, pain, artery, plain numb?

Lie's and or truth to youth or age
subjective arguments engage,
while what's guaged right by old world's sum
is left behind by days to come.

Some lend support where others rage,
some freedoms feel to others cage,
poetic harmony stays mum
when taste is wasted, depth can't plumb.

As things were rarely they'll remain,
can't stay pure gospel free from stain,
as strange change waits upon mankind,
hallowed assumptions soon unwind.

New networks now rewire the brain,
replacing hard left logic's reign,
right brain relationships now mind
steer from traditions misaligned.

What leave which won't deceive or strain
ability to help some gain
an insight in the land of blind
for one-eyed king of any kind?

No easy answer may one train
attention on, win/win unfeigned:
we temporal displacement find
distorts perceptions left behind.

Therefore, when all is said and done,
few diamonds shine at end of run,
for some stay thrifty, others haste,
to substance set on road to waste.

One man's poison's one man's meat,
same tools give victory or defeat,
what one retains in shrine encased,
another treats as coin debased.

One prefers to learn, one feels
experience earned no vice conceals,
another's Janus double-faced
is found with confidence misplaced.

The only counsel sense may seem:
'Unto thyself stay true, and dream! '