"Listen to the Book!" they say,
"Listen to the Book!
It tells you all the answers,
So go and have a look!"

So I went to see the Book,
The mystic creature of old
And all I found was dust and stone
And pages lying cold

I asked the book a question then
Its only answer silence
I looked for the switch to turn it on
In hopes to find some guidance

"How will I live,
How will I die?
Will I be rich,
Or poor and high?"

"How many things
Will I get this year?
How many women
Will I buy a beer?"

"Will I have kids,
or several wives?
Will I live a long
And happy life?"

The Book just sat
Speechless then
It had no answers
I lost my grin

"This thing is stupid"
I thought aloud,
"It has no answers!
That man was a clown."
_

I walked away from the Book that day
The book of knowledge and thoughts
I walked with anger at this silly Book
But my imagination it had caught

I wondered about that Book
And the answers it had kept
I could think of nothing else,
My curiosity it had swept

When I was old and humble
My mind still filled with Book
I decided one more time
To go and have a look
_

I approached it slowly,
This time unsure
It seemed different this time,
Its knowledge did lure

I peeked around
Its rotting bind
In hopes it bring me
A peaceful mind

But all I saw were words and words
Words on pages, not there before!

But weren't they there?
So long ago?
Did I even look?
Was I ignorant so?

I read through the pages,
All slowly, but at once!
It was glorious and terrible,
How could I have been so dunce?

I found them all,
All the answers I need!
Not to the questions before,
But to the questions I need!

I must go, and tell a young soul
This is glorious and awesome,
They all must know!

"Listen to the Book!" I say,
"Listen to the Book!
It tells you all the answers,
So go and have a look!"

The siren sat on the rock and sighed
The ocean had exhausted her lungs
She exhaled the pain she felt inside
A beautiful cry of weeping songs

The waves crash and drape the shore
Drawing the limits of her blue cage
Far beyond, is a dream to explore
A better chapter on a new page

As she sings a symphony of despair
Winds coming from beyond the sands
Refresh her lungs with tender scents
Gently caress her skin, dry her red hair

Echoes of her voice
Fascinated an elephant passing by
His heart made a choice
And searched for the origin of the cry
Never knew he could run
Never knew he could jump
He found her shining under the sun
Came closer to lift her with his trump

He carried her through fields and lakes of mud
On his back, her throne, the lap of God
Her sad songs turned into cheers
Her voice fondled his big ears
She lived and cherished each moment
She found a world without torment
Without her fears
Without her tears

Days and weeks raced to end
The elephant’s back started to ache
He forsake his new friend
And fated her heart to break
The mermaid broke down and cried
A waterfall of deceit and betrayal
Too many tears until her eyes dried
Like the dying scales on her tail

She crawled back to the sea
Like an injured soldier of war
No more beauty for her to see
But the waves, whipping the shore
Filling every time the holes
Between the particles of sand
But not the one in her soul
That she will never mend

The siren sat on the rock and sighed
She had nowhere to belong
She exhaled the pain she felt inside
Reviving another weeping song

The sweet dream withered
But forever, will be remembered
Like a mortal flower
And its immortal beauty
Intertwined with the thorns’ cruelty

Another siren was watching her
Shared with her the lost endeavor
She smiles, dives and flips her tail
Strives to create her own happy tale
In the depths of the woeful sea

~Epic Monkey
June 2013

Be a leader with a servants heart this is what I live by ! I will follow these words until the day I die. Some have different standards in life some people live to have a family others to be rich and own a company but my goal in life and words I live by is to be a leader with a servants heart. You see when you do that I feel greatness is not to far behind and you can achieve any goal in your mind just simple acts of kindness and get someone through there day and just to let them know that everything is ok could be one of the best gifts of all

Last Night I dreamt
As most often do
It was so very vivid
I could've sworn it was true
I sat up and gazed around
At the morning in my home
A little voice whispered in my head
I was not alone
So I laid back down
I took a deep breath and then
Closed my eyes to think back
To the Dream and where I'd been

I sat alone with Van Gough
So I could watch him paint
His life splashed upon the canvas
So he could forget his pain
The world seemed to disappear
As he he sat with a brush in his hand
He wasn't called mad by a world
That refused to understand

I stood beside Hemingway
With a strong drink in my hand
He told me stories of his life
Of war, women and Cuban Land
A large smile sat on his face
As he spoke and forgot about his strife
I drank his scotch and thought
Could I be as great in my life

I laid beside Elizabeth Short
And I watched her as she lay
I heard her speak of fame and stardom
And that she would know it one day
With stars in her eyes, she told me
Her name would be known far and wide
And it pained me to know
That she'd be known for only the way she died

Then I sat back and gazed upon all three
With which I had shared my time
I took their words to heart
And stashed them within my mind
I could be like Van Gough
And focus my pain and fear onto the page
My blood is ink and I can wield it
Like some unholy Mage
I could be great like Hemingway
Forever destined to destroy myself
I could hit the top of the pile
And drown out the future with top shelf
I can be like The Dahlia
Forever dreaming of the day I'll be known
Chasing fame until the end
When my final fate is finally bestowed