remembering me

ah, another blast from the past as a friend pays tribute to the memory of his sister with this poem and it reminds me of my final wish i called my final rhyme... ah, what indulging my nocturnal circadian rhythm with a little all-nighter can do, aye?... yes, the night is my time and most of my writing in this life (long before it started getting uploaded online (thousands of pages, millions or words, waiting for your attention yeah, yeah, yeah)... from the earliest writings i've been expressing who i am, creating me in words and from fantasies to realities i recorded life and let my imagination fly off in any direction it could and the last couple of decades put some writing online see for yourself (the older stuff) and it still happens (and i still dream a bass will join me, even if you don't know what that means, la la la) and maybe someday the words will be enjoyed by others all over the universe as much as they are by me (feel free to share them if you like anything you read here, there or anywhere, la la la la)...

all i have left are the words (let's not go remembering the lost music now, toronto doesn't care today, after all) so i hope you enjoy them...

narf :)