Aphorism of the Day:

Wealth makes an insidiously tacit
demand that there be poverty.

Let me lay down to rest,

in a sleep that is owed,

on a calm verdant crest

of an old country road

Sing to me a whispered song

and grant my simple plea

Let me stay the whole daylong

beneath a perfect tree

Whence begins a brand new day
Old bitter clouds die parched
Overflowing rivers marched
To green from darkest gray

Hence so falls a sad lament
To a blithe and silent death
Sorrow sighs a childless breath
In taciturn descent

Thence a soul is unconfined
Left free to its devices
To entertain that which entices
A just and fertile mind

An excessive amount
of money
more
than one needs
is the root
of
all
evil.

Atop a sea's forsaken cliff
Bowing to its final curtain
The overlooked forgotten if
The requisite uncertain

What's left now is only when
With no future nor no past
Our fists clenched tightly once again
The die once more is cast

That man's not my Brother
Or so that's what I've been told
That stranger is an Other
His blackened heart beats cold

We've danced like this before
To the same old tired tune
We've marched together off to war
And we've all come home to ruin

Will this be our only always?
Our unalterable only fate?
Timid mice trapped in a maze
All know the hour grows late

gimme gimme gimme some wonder

write a message on my wall

i'm tryin' to keep from goin' under

i wanna be above it all

gimme gimme gimme some wonder

sing a sweet and clever song

i got time for one more blunder

but no time to be dead wrong

the time that's left is shrinking

the days pass by so fast

now it's only wishful thinking

my future is my past

gimme gimme gimme some wonder

show me the unworn trail

let me hear the loudest thunder

before i set my sail

gimme gimme gimme some wonder

tell me something i don't know

one more thought that i can plunder

before it's time to go

It was autumn
A better day could not have been asked for
The clouds were on vacation
The laser-like rays of the sun dotted the yellow, red and brown
Discarded cloaks of the Maples, Oaks and Birches  
Cloaks which were lazily dropped upon the forest floor
A cool, mercurial breeze playfully roused the brightly colored leaves
Into a chorus of whispering mysteries.