ALDOUS: ”Stead fast you poor soul,
     Ha! Luck shall know no bounds, bestowed upon the youth who only dream,
On the path, how drear to men and hearts,
Seldom should i know that begger’s start.
How age grasps and pulls apart. The gray too will pass on your chestnut seam.

So you too young Icarus will fly close to sun.

But Before those days have come ride the stage and fill the crowds with Belief.
Remind them why we Live, breathe, cry, laugh, and grieve.

And Go.
Bard,
sing along by yourself.
Let the men pile themselves just to hear.
Bare-witness.
For your brothers must be brought out of their pits.
Broken might he be and the err of many days weigh upon him.
He was stricken down. Speak to him of fresh earth,
  the harvest and blistering plow..
On sweat, the Sun ,and drought. Lament with him on summers wings.
        Brought from his lonesome cell he has prepared his chains, tears, and blistered hands as an offering.

So strike away.

Your strings must be the alter
.
You are his keeper; speaker against and for Kings.
Like Mercury carry your rod and branch. bring peace.
Take him away to these good things:
Sing song o’ God and far by the night,
lost in smoke.
Impart the verse and tune.
Forget not your words and wounds, and play them through.
Beget fresh memories laced with wine
In these things, the now that so often slips by masters of time.
Halls and circles where drunk men have lied and spoke, casted tongues and tales of old and young.
These too are righteous to memory, art an woe.
Wither your voice on spirit, soul,
And Ear.
Tie up his boots and coat, dance on yesteryear.
Paint god’s wrath and grace, esteem his deeds.
bring the morning star and remind us hunger and why we need.

Oh how it will burn at your belly, and brand the oak of your throat
You will breath again.
And so shall they shovel the callous and coal, brought back to fire by the warmth of the afterglow.


Chase the beer with happy thoughts, or you’ll always be lost.....

Smoke to reflect, sing to feel and yelp your jeers in good taste.

And Go.
Bard,
sing along by yourself.
Let the men pile themselves just to hear.
Bare-witness. “