O’ Hera with your nine lives
Give me one without question
I seek but the music of your tongue
And the wisdom of its knives.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
I have woken in many a land
Many a shores that changed many a sand
But where does this all lead?
Moments pass and moments plead
Why be we the most wretched kind
A thousand years we inevitably unwind
The same history, its repetition present portray
But rain dampens those words of clay
Every day
Yes, everyday
How rain dampens those words of clay
The mirrors of our culture newspapers project
While some lonely poet these projections correct
Still we become our cruelest dream
As society merges into an ugly stream
Again poets write in tired words
Those suicidal lines for forgetful herds
Yet their emotions fail to achieve again
Because rain dampens those words of clay
Every day
Yes, everyday
How rain dampens those words of clay.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
Give me back my soul
For the last trick in the book
After which I’m done
I’ll hang it on the hook
I don’t want your blood
Not even your round tears
Just keep away your smiles
And beneath hidden their fears
There is nothing you have done
That you apparently can
I sometimes wonder what you are
For it’s surely not a man
Just give me back my soul
For the last trick in the book
After which I’m done
I’ll hang it on the hook
Magic the unseen doorway
To the truth behind the lie
Your life’s about to crumble
And you about to cry
Let me put a soft spell
Upon your sleeping eyes
And preserve all your feelings
Before this night dies
Just give me back my soul
For the last quest in the book
After which I’ll be tired
And will hang it on the hook
What became of you Gulliver?
In your scarlet state of mind
To satisfy you pleasure
The poor torturously must die
All your travels have failed you
With all the world that you have seen
You haven’t changed one bit
From the monster you have been
Just give me back my soul
For the last trick in the book
After which I’m done
I’ll hang it on the hook
The high chaired men are fantasizing
Gold studded angels on their chest
After all their bullets have pierced
All those misguided young *******
The judge with his arrogance
Does seem to be unsure
He keeps wondering always
Is he a man or a *****
Give me back my soul
To play the last trick in the book
After which I’m done
I’ll gladly hang it on the hook
I thought we wouldn’t crumble
Forever be at peace
But man over man does stumble
Like shadow over shadow in deep trees
The hour of knowledge shall not return
Never shall magic sway my heart
The promises of forever have burnt
Another animal must make man’s start
Just give me back my soul
For the last trick in the book
After which I’m done
I’ll hang it on the hook
I don’t want your money
And I don’t want your change
Just give me all your troubles
Before you go insane
Once stop on your footsteps
And look back on the footprints
Is that the path you wished for?
To misery when it hints
Give me back my soul
To play the last trick in the book
After which I’m done
I’ll hang it on the hook
I see the wind still blowing
In the direction whistling before
Our hearts shall never change
Or change the tune of the lore
Will decisions mark our graves?
Or graves decide our fate?
Let magic play its tricks
And love conquer hate
Just give me back my soul once
I’ll play the last trick in the book
And once that I’m satisfied
I’ll never turn and look
Reason escapes my senses
As reasons cry in blood
Must man forever **** man?
Or love instead he should?
Where is the book of knowledge?
Where is the hidden tree?
I don’t want all the answers
Just want answers to find me
So just give me back my soul
For its magic plays the trick
And once after it has played
It shall stand like a stick
Wish your palms weren’t slippery
Your heart would stick too
Though between the sea and devil
You’ll take your pick too
There is just one life
And none shall ever return
Here lies all our laughter
And after, just silence stern
So make all your choices
And be sure of what you choose
For the misery might just **** you
If not your heart left loose
Give me back my soul
I want it one last time
And then you can keep it
Until you get tired
Nothing has changed since man
It’s still the same old joke
As boring as it could ever be
The first trick in the book
No whiskey helps any more
No beer can play the trick
Nothing can replace the feeling
When eyes have changed to bricks
I beg you give my soul back
And I’ll show you a surprise
There is in it nothing
Except your hushed round eyes
Just give me back my soul once
And I’ll kiss you with my tricks
And whisper the magic answer
Into your swollen lips
Just give me back my soul
And I’ll teach you the last trick
For once I’m gone forever
You’ll need it with your stick
Just give me back my soul
For the last trick in the book
And once I’m done with it
I’ll surely hang it on the hook.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:54 AM UTC
At the hour of the dawn
When the sailors have gone
And the ship is standing
To be taken
And the cold singing breeze
Sings its changes to the seas
And the song will never
Be forsaken
But the change that has come
Will never stay here at home
And the sailors will leave
In the morning
And the girls will just cry
When the songs have passed them by
And the breeze’ll cease to try
To be pleasing
And the curvy horns of time
Will surely always deny
That there were branches to
The girls’ soft feelings
And the trees will just swing
Every morning again
Waiting for the change
To be coming
But the old men will rot
And young be forgot
And nothing will change
In the end
The same hour shall strike
Everyday every night
And nature’ll be whimpering
And moaning
Calling to proceed
To pay some more heed
To the pain of the innocent
That’re falling
The swift sea has changed
And the feeling disarranged
And songs no more mean
The same meanings
Like a hound that moves
As it looks at the moon
And the moon pretty
Just keeps smiling
And the hound then howls
Its deep lamenting growls
To night and its forgotten
Promises
And at the side of the dawn
When the pirates are alone
With their smiles and their scars
And their singing
And their cheer shall be heard
To the wind and the birds
And the air in celebration
Cheering
For nothing is lost
When happiness the cost
And happiness the prize
In winning.
The girls will dance again
To the tune of the rain
And their dresses shall flow
Like silver
With soft shining eyes
And their innocent surprise
And their bodies moving
And swaying
Like gods they shall rush
Away from the hush
And remember the dawn
With laughter
Once that the hound
And the pirates have calmed
And the girls have ceased
Their chatter
And tired they shall sleep
On their beds in a heap
Free from all thoughts
Of slumber
And the wind and the dawn
Shall pass on and on
And wait again for the
Cheering
When the pirates shall return
And surprise everyone
With their smiles and their scars
And their singing
[That’s it!]
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:49 AM UTC
Poor Jack, his eyes were cruel
They would pop when saw a duel
They would talk with words cruel
To themselves and to Jack
The left was grey, and the right green
Without them he couldn’t have seen
All the useless times been
All the politics of liquid crack
When they saw the fat, suited
The left would smile, the right hooted
As the fat with lies mooted
While Jack just sat and drank
When his thoughts with grapes mixed
They would sow their seeds, fixed
Upon the fat their words affixed
While intoxication did Jack grab
The fat would quote from books old
From his notes that he’d unfold
Every time he spoke, he sold
Another idea that Jack drank
But the eyes were smarter still
They saw the words of lying Bill
Their only wish, with a knife to ****
To stab the fat in the heart
No last revolution did they see
Coming out of the vocal spree
Just a decadent political decree
That they didn’t want Jack to buy
So they plotted a scarlet ******
When Jack would be all asunder
As whiskey make him smile and stutter
They would play their wretched trick
With a thought they would send
Make the staggering drunk pretend
As in reverence Jack extend
His hand to greet fat Bill
So it came that Jack did stand
Drunk and swaying as a man
Smiling as a stupid fan
Beside the wooden podium
Jack didn’t know what he did
But he felt that he was hit
And while falling his tongue bit
With blood spurting from his mouth
They chained him and took him out
Made him stand in front of Sprout
Who smiled as he his gun pulled out
And shot Jack in the head
The grey eye closed before the green
Because nothing alas! Come between
The eye’s sparkling murderous glean
Not even whiskey did the trick
And so Jack on the street buried
As the revolution in rage scurried
As later children in books studied
Theories on assassination attempts.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:45 AM UTC
I’d stop to indulge in my cursed writer’s rut,
And cease to perch beneath the spiky pine,
Like the winter snow my thoughts doth jut,
Beside a flame, on delicious dreams dine,
No forest bequeath or mountain’s soul call,
Just the spring of my writer’s pen approach,
As doth many a story on these blank pages fall,
The chilly snow, nigh the singing wind encroach,
Perhaps my mind in another universe doth roam,
Witness to more then what the eyes here fathom,
Like a child’s delight in summer’s soft moan,
Stories of Mermaids dwelling in nature’s *****
Star by star and sun by sun, stories here themselves doth tell,
Of beautiful Queens and Kings of valor, my pen doth here compel.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
Lord wind helped the butterfly,
Dazed, enroute, protected under th' sky.
Ancient sun entangled in coloring,
On the yellow and white of its wing.
Gentle nature helped it over the hill,
Now it sat beside the queen on her sill,
The symbol of future on it stirred,
Fortune for the queen it brought; lingered.
Only for the appropriate eye to read,
Of coming days swathed in wicked greed,
For only the goddess, queen of light,
Such was the symbol on the butterfly.
She opened her eyes, glowing;
Butterfly held in her eyes, flowing;
She read the symbol with rabid calm
Hurriedly rose on her arm.
She deciphered no meaning useless,
Calculated the measure of the mess,
Anger bellowing under her breath,
But she only whispered at length.
"Come now black flags, riding;
Come on the cold wicked wind, hiding;
But cross not this land today
Greedy amoral as you stray.
You bringer of miseries
Crowding faceless thieves
I alone will shake your glory
Translate it into a forgotten story".
Thus putting her promise in her heart
She lands her feet, to start
This day; mother earth puts across a smile
She feels the feet for a little while.
Something is spoken between,
No words can define what they mean,
The glorious queen has understood
What mother earth said to her foot.
Thus began the ancient war,
This morning as the forests roared,
The queen gallant, picked her staff,
And called the angels at day's half.
Soft swollen lips, whispered;
The names of the angels, spurred
With the wind, the message flew,
To all the horizons it blew.
Mother earth saw all this power,
From her eyes drew gentle shower,
She alone could foretell,
The future of gods as well.
She alone understood,
How these winged words stood,
The fortune they would bring,
All black flags, soon be crumbling.
The queen of light, Aphrodite;
Gazed around outside;
From her lovely drapes today,
No black flags yet sway.
The chariots of the illuminant sun,
Swift across the horizon,
Rode to match and scale the hour,
Scaled along time's tower.
Labored to take time away,
Memories mounting as they sway,
The present being churned;
Past; all churned glories earned.
Gentle queen, wore white crystal dress,
Magnificently flowing, touched the floor,
Calm and serene, her face bore no stress,
As messenger wind opened her door.
"My lady! I arrive this hour,
I swept aloud, all, too far,
I summoned all to this place,
All shall arrive in much haste.
Angels wowed through all the spheres,
All made allegiance, and so their heirs;
Even now their horses trod this way,
They shall arrive at the half of day".
Soft pink lids dropped over her eyes,
She pictured her words in sublime skies,
Resounding and echoing, away and afar,
Its meaning trailing; a shooting star.
Followed secretly the silence of wait,
The coming of the seven angelic troops,
Sun’s chariot trod at stupendous gait,
Lord Wind and Queen await the sound of hoofs.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
Upon the whispers of those first days and nights,
Hushed sounds of the tales the mighty moon recites,
Each night, as if, singing through its misty silent voice,
Its lore, like a newborn stream, with our ear toys.
You and I, I know, have heard this hymn once and more,
For oft have we wondered who in blue sings, and what for,
I know, because a tear I have seen in your eyes and you in mine,
While for hours in embrace, you and I have lovingly reclined.
O' hear my words. You; my wonder, my reason, my fate,
You, with your deer eyes, who have casually opened up a gate,
Shut so tight, that within me it was, I forgot it lay,
O' hear my words. You; my heart, my mind; hear today.
Once was there a garden in the center of all space,
It was tended by Adam while its scent Eve trace,
Each dawn unto dusk in delight they would snuggle and play,
Every fruit and tree in love, each light a glorious day.
Such then the lore extends; that it moistens and weakens my heart,
But, alas, if you witness, you hear some hope lingering in part.
A dewy dark night, an angel, through the center of the garden snuck,
And pawned and played upon innocent Eve and her lost luck.
The serpent with his guile approached the fair maiden to destroy,
With a slithering ravaging tongue to plot her fall was his wretched ploy.
He won. His vow complete. He shattered the garden to its feet,
And all things sighed and sank, as Eve fell from nature's seat.
With white lips the moon has sung this lore of eons, through,
While waiting ever so patiently for the two he once knew,
For their return he has with empty fingers awaited in the sky,
While in his silent heart, singing, the hymn he has cried.
"O' my love, my surprise, hear the tale of this undivided heart,
for in our eternal curse we shall never thus part,
Even if you fall from the garden, or me, the serpent beguile,
With your soul I fall, and you, forever with mine."
Thus spake Adam and plunged afore-with into the abysmal void,
His action, his reason; his alone, not one by serpent soiled,
Alas! He knew; not even a garden filled with eternal space,
could ever have changed his heart or taken her place.
Fearlessly to be punished with the same abhorring decree,
Their souls to be eternally tortured, but their hearts to be free.
Did Adam thus accept without question a most dark destiny,
For an affection that was hers, for a love that was again never to be.
It was this song from the moon that surged through my being,
Once that you and I had lain; in one night the world we had seen,
The lore like a thousand mountains from a cloud did reveal,
Undid my lonesome heart and like a Titan made me feel.
O' how now do I define how playful chance can play its tricks,
Sometimes in zest, yet sometimes in anger; spits.
I pray, you, first flower of the garden of all space; you recognize,
That once that we have fallen, mortality is our prize.
When, to plunge with you into the abyss, I would never deny,
A chance to embrace you through eternity, I would never defy.
You, O' gentle one, O' Eve of the my hearts eternal space,
My wish is to hold your hand and walk, through, all eternal trace.
"O' true wisdom, O' illuminating surprise,
I here surrender to you in absolute reverence."
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Magic with your two tall feet
Whistling with your stormy eyes
Do you ever remember me?
Does your ear ever hear my cries?
Long gone and far, far away
Swimming upon the highest tide
Does you heart still beat for me?
Do your eyes still seek my eyes?
Magic with your slender fingers
Singing with your luscious lips
Do you ever remember me?
Does your ear even hear my cries?
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
Where is the promised place to hide?
Between his two part soul
Is the great divide.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC