Perhaps if I speak to the wind
my fears will be drawn away
Every day the clock is ticking
concealing a vicious space
wherein lies a broken heart
It's actually timid
because it has no strength left
Chameleons arrive in festive colors
silent friends to match my moods
I tell them there is no cheese or wine
they are not offended
If a man could walk among the clouds
to see the shining sun
would he dream of laying down then
instead of flying off?
I watch and wait
here in my soul
the paint is peeling off the walls
old cobwebs tremble in the breeze
Still you have not come
to assist in my disease
perhaps you're waiting for my demise
Alas! the gold and silver are already gone
Wickersham leads the debate
in the cavernous halls of science
yet entropy will win out
Neath the briars he'll lie in state
Manifold tomes oft thumbed in quietude
exhaling breaths of dust and lavender
accompany me on my watch
in tower rooms of old
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We do things a little differently
Resolutions are for yuppies
We want figgy pudding! We...
Huh? What's that you say?
So Christmas is over. Time for Black Tie Day!
Heh? What now?
I see. The day after Thanksgiving is not a formal wear occasion, you say.
Well OK smarty-marty firecracker...then tell me why Cupid shoots people in the head on the 4th of July? He...huh?
Nevermind. Have a Merry Birthyear! I mean, Happy 4th of Memorial Day! I...
Where's my meds?
In childhood dreaming of ascending to the Moon
Or perhaps to ride along on an engine red
While the bells and whistles scream
Their strident glory
To someday be as tall in stature
As the steel-calked boots
Of fearless timbermen
High aloft in a Douglas Fir
Marveling at the power and audacity
Of the man who wrangled a bull in a dead run
Down to the ground
With his bare hands
Imagining myself as one who stood on deck
Riding the mighty Atlantic
Unflinching in defiance
Of Teutonic ordnance
As the very breath of Mankind was held in desperate hope
For a surcease of Mein Fuhrer's holistic cleansing of
Or to fluently spin tales
In colorful foreign tongues
Known only to my handler
Every truth a lie
Yearning to grow and learn
Trying to step in my elder's footprints
Embedded in the snow
Not wanting to be a star, then
Nor widely acclaimed per se
But to achieve a grandeur far deeper
That of honoring the men
Who never broke their word to me
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Mere Dust"And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul."
~Genesis 2:7 KJV
In His dreams
In crashing reds
And brilliant lazuli
To the farthest corners of the Universe
Colliding and coalescing into comets and asteroids
Sailing cross the void as specks of
Settled neath a pane
Inside the spires of Chartres
Centuries yawn o'er the chasm
Whilst seasons bring rain and snow and heat
Galleons ride seas
Mad captains chase treasures in new worlds
Past the ends of the Earth...
Still we remain as
On parchments laboriously inked
Inscribed with authority by elders
Defying the Crown
Now locked in vaults
We rest in hermetically sealed purgatory
Our cries cannot reach
A deaf world
So we wait as
In spite of man's aims
The zenith we shall not acquire
In this life
Cast from the Garden
The Heart of Santa ClausThe decorations were never meant to come down this soon
Sashes brightly lit with colored lights
Porches, overhangs and trees, lampposts and fences
Gaily dressed in anticipation of
The coming Christmas Day...many are now darkened in mourning.
When Saint Nicholas hauls back on the reins
To serenely glide down into New England this year
He'll arrive with a heavy heart
Standing beside his sleigh, listening to his famous team
As they catch their breath, patiently awaiting their next flight
He'll turn in the midnight silence of this sleeping town
To look at the houses lining the streets
Thinking of the families gathered inside
Most snuggled in their beds
Monitoring the nations from his home in the frosty North
Santa knew of the tragedy soon after it occurred
"Mama" he said slowly to Mrs. Claus as she finished baking some pumpkin pies. "I have some terrible news to tell you."
"Oh Papa, how devastating!" she exclaimed with horrified wonder, tears filling her eyes. "The poor dears. And their pa