the daily beast
that robs us blind
the holy see
has gotten time

and then right on
to mass appeal
the man that sought
that chalice seal

but when the doors
are all sprung shut
the masoleum
will gather dust

so when the day
comes flitting by
remember that
this telling lie

that all is done
for none abides
the callous worm
wriggles none for nye

lights ablaze
manikins of bankruptcy
stooges of deceit
manage the precedence
of the rapt elite

Gore and murder
destruction amuck
desires of a geometer
hones its target
Bad luck

For those who dally
in the fields of dreams
the scarlet rain
from up above
Drains

The innards of a mortal soul
the manners of a hollow abode
left by the rafters in the field
a callous act, a shallow deal.

When the death is done
in pale despair
the apt intent
of those deceived

relays the myth
from below the ground
that soft is black
and white abounds

and as the Tory
and the hare
reduce it all
to a flight, a stare

and when the deluge
trickles down
the mystic gains
its thorny crown.

The world turns as stars shine bright
The moon then glows with light this night
The stars are masked, the moon’s faint ray
Then, the sun, hearkens the coming day

A narrow stream goes flowing by
A wispy cloud floats in the sky
The grove of trees stands in the air
A possum scurries, a hopping hare

A morning fire, they rub their hands
And hold their blankets, tight, in their hands
And cereal and cinnamon spice
Seal away the long cold night

The beggars dress and down the road
With aplomb, carry out the load

Living in the present
One can see the age
Of salamanders swimming
or conversations with a sage

The manner of the multitude
Must never be forgot
a sacrifice of artifice
for a greater thing is sought

A crystal cave -  a rebellion
is desirous for the all
that meander here and to and fro
toward a happiness enthralled

And a desire which wraps around the brain
Can never be forgotten much
the lights of the rainbows shines
or forest beauty to be sought

And relish all that God has brought
no matter where or how
for to leave without a kiss apart
endears you with us all

So grander days before you
Proclamations of a Lord
for peaceful plodding onward
Brings one peaceful in accord

So be true to that which guides you
and keeps you on your path
for to deny that which abides in  you
denies for that which you hath

Twirling whirling the moon, sun, solar system, galaxy, cosmos
always in motion
here I sit
And then to find meaning

Meaning in what?
For there to be meaning there must be an other and an other and an other
What a travesty of justice

Plato tells us the unexamined life is not worth living
Is anything worth anything?
Worth and meaning
finding value in one’s life

But a bird flys
an eagle soars
As John Ashcroft sings

and Horton hears a who
but who are you?

A remnant of a day gone past
Of a day heralding it’s arrival
Of a present stance in present tense
hallow what will be

With a clenched fist
and gritted teeth
frolic in the mist
of the wonder of our kind

So when the earth dies
and we are all gone
<aside> go ahead and be happy and smile

Listen I hear the gong

Beetles beetles everywhere
in old basements
up old stairs

Remnants of our prodigious flight
Left the world by candlelight!

Musing of the bridled man
Searching through the garbage can
Lifts the lid and beholds a door
That exits back before the war

Cataclysmic robe of doom
Tethered in this lonesome tomb
Rallied onward upward bound
Traveling past the speed of sound

An explosion of furies might
Travels upward like a kite
Rattles back and to and fro
Searching for those down below

And they listen

Yet foraging for a cigarette
Standing for a light
Rolling the rest lest perchance
And turning to the right

And explosion blows in the door
Back to an age that was before
The kites had string
The doors had beams
The life had dreams
Now without any means

Of delight
And fright
What are we to do tonight?
Turn left and right
Look outward to the farthest sight

For no travail
Is understood
To be less than a soldier should
And coming home
And resting one’s head
Knowing that one cannot be dead

And perchance a light
A glow to stay
Showing the way
Showing the way this day!

A dalliance
Of fractured bones
Buried in
The deepest tombs

Rarified
Like a devils dream
Of platitudes
And desert scenes

And measured to
The days gone by
A varied hope
Of selfless pride

To more right on
For not denies
The truth that sits
Down petrified

Meandering on
A placid care
Of broken dreams
And dream filled dares

The sun set sail
On horizon line
The clouds its mast
Refract colors fine

Then sun obscured
By rolling clouds
A fine mist falls
Then darkness shrouds

Another days close
Another draws near
A wistful memory
That I hold so dear

of knick knacks

strewn across the floor

memories of a past long gone

and out a gate

and down a narrow path

winding up and back

then stopping

A house I once knew

long ago

rejoicing of childhood dreams

but now misty memories

So leaving and on my way

desolate and lost

a bump in the road

a cancer that’s spread

but I live on

and on again

for if I did not

who would know?

But I settle here

alone but not alone

hand in hand

with my partner, my wife

but in my room

where so much time goes

I recall what has been

and what I had lost

Love’s archetype
Perfections own
Greater brillance
Gods never known

So when you rise
And face the sun
Remember you
and eternity
Are one

So when a rainbow
Skirts the sky
I’ll know a tear
Has crossed your eye