“We love the things we love for what they are.” – Robert Frost
Written by me
* many were written in my twenties…when I was just a young pup
Buried under the 21st century, it was a dream, trapped in the imagination of Man.
As an era of iron, glass, and concrete reached towards the sky,
it was destiny, it was fate, it was divergence between Man and ape.
In an age of information, electronic flying machines would carry Man to the Moon,
a crack in the atom traveled around world, and the thread of Man was unraveled.
Though, a deluge of achievements and accomplishments would not comfort Man.
Madness bled into economics, greed which produced mass hysteria.
Man had been possessed by production and consumption.
There was severity in the machinery, a stark reminder of the weaknesses of Man.
Dissonance echoed in time, causing angels to turn away.
Thus, leaving Man to his own devices…miserable, mad, and meaningless.
the sound of sound was a mechanical noise
one that brought thunder to the cosmic air
drifting through the hourglass of time
the sand of the universe was not always there
the sound of sound stretched far and wide
creating galaxies filled with life
first came planets, moons, and stars
then from the dust, husband and wife
it was the sound of sound
that created you and I
a family of the universe
the children from the sky
A dream is laughter on the edge of a razor,
a sorrow in the midst of a storm
A dream is a song that sings in the heavens,
a celestial sonata of ethereal form
A dream is a trance that travels in summer,
a nightmare that dances in the dark
A dream is a shadow in the corner of your eye,
one that possesses you, but never leaves a mark
But most of all…
a dream is a ghost that makes no sound
one that drips its madness,
while holding you down
Rhyme and reason fall prey to treason
In a land of the free, only the blind can see
I gazed to the skies, and observed the past
the ancient spells of the gods, that did not last
First it was Hera, and the Milky Way
Then mortals on crosses, grotesquely portrayed
The evolution of it all, wrapped in divinity
prayers to a sun, and a holy trinity
The quest of man, forgotten in time
lost in a universe, lost in a rhyme
Trapped in a path, around a star
never to know, quite who we are
In the end, I stand alone
looking up, before turning to stone
Sickles, trickle a faded love
Failing, trailing a dying dove
Raining, staining this weary soul
Mostly, ghostly takes its toll
Glooming, looming in a missing mind
Fears, tears a heart to grind
Strongly, wrongly the people stare
Starkness, darkness is more to bear
Dreaming, redeeming all to be lost
Lastly, pastly my life it must cost
The Gods are Dead
The ancient gods, a distant mystery
the reigning kings, of human history
A tiny universe, in a grain of sand
a world turns, in the palm of their of hand
They build their castles, in the sky
never thinking, of you or I
The highest lord, the lowest savior
beckons belief, and questions behavior
If we are, to stand alone
then the laws that are, should be our own
If the gods cannot, and will not act,
then justice must be, no more a fact
In the end, there is only you
who walks this life, as you do
The stronger you are, the further you’ll go
this is the gospel, all that I know
There is a distant shore, little love thieves live
On the sandy beach, the passion they give
In the night, dancing around the fire
Never so happy, so much desire
Sing and dance, the hours drift away
Never the night end, they want to stay
Suddenly they fly, like in their dreams
They go so high, soaring it seems
If they do wake, from this deepest sleep
Life no more, they want to keep
Lost in Time
A flame upon the candle
And a shadow in the corner
There might have been a love
If only I had known her.
Somewhere on this malicious earth
Lies the single rhythm of life
Hidden and devisely secluded
In the spider web of strife.
The offer of a clear music
Has never been dimly made
With the ruthless vast duration
A lonely ghost will soon portray
dark corners lit with neon edges
crooked walls held together by tape
men that look like rain
and women that are the sun
every day, a new oldest adventure
in a thoughtless circle of marbles
music, life, and love
all like a plastic, glass diamond
with binary in my heart
and circuits in my brain
with a sad faith in one hand
and a happy fiction in the next
not hardly a place to live
in this cold shadow I call home
follow the black rabbit
down the white rabbit hole
tell the mad hatter to drink tea
but give him coffee
drink me and eat me
but stay nothing but the same
mass confusion makes sense
and logical sense stirs madness
tell Miss Alice she is a boy
but accept her as a girl
in a world that is upside down
and the downside up
the Chester cat tells all the truths
and you tell all the lies
Alone in the Darkness
Angels fall, into a silent night,
so cold are we, just never right.
The emotion not there, begins to pain you,
it is the blind faith you have, so untrue.
Taken and devoured, by your darkest obsession,
our sinking hope, drowns in depression.
Love is no more, there is only sadness.
How could you not understand, this is madness.
Shadows surround us, they are crying,
We have lost our way, these souls are dying.