Memento Mei

By Frank J. Smith

Collection of thoughts and poems I would like to be remembered by instead of my life's many mistakes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Aug 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098397289

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Every time I write something heartfelt,

it feels like a suicide note;

perhaps I die in hopes of living a little.

F.J. Bonet’ is DEAD

I thought that he would be the mask,

That I could write behind;

A lifeless puppet to lay the blame,

For every quote or line.

The feeble Jekyll of the mind;

A Hyde that would not be confined 

Reflection of the me inside.

That I was trying to find.

Crucible

I have to beat myself,

Just to be myself.

But when I see myself,

I’m so pleased with myself.

You don’t see my self,

Until I reveal myself.

Through sweat and tears,

Is how I heal myself.

The Sapling

I once shot from her root.

Launched into Spring, the eager sprout,

To clutch the sky, though in a drought.

Dare to breach the modest flute,

Without repute.

I once shot from her root.

I once ate of her fruit.

Sweetest, tempting, drunken nectar,

Natures ripened toxic vector.

A taste divine beyond refute,

So absolute.

I once ate of her fruit.

I once hung from her limb.

Swinging lifeless in the wind,

My love bequeath, my love rescind.

Once ablaze now dull and dim;

I was not him,

I was not him.

I died on her limb.

Head, Heart, Soul

There’s a question in my head;

That screams from mountains but never