the legend

Little green bean here, Little red bean there, A whole bunch of adults everywhere, A whole string of lawyers later then Just…maybe America ‘After all is said, the single issue for determination remains, who should have the legal, physical, and actual custody of the minors herein.  It is an especially poignant issue because the two parents have indicated an intention to live in two different…

By chance I partook of life’s greatest lie, That life was capricious. That life was all that the mind could behold, And all that the hands could create. I spoke to my mother of it, She told me to pray that I don’t get eaten by the world, That moment was sold to peace, And my eyes beheld the lie. I e’er thought that my life was but a particle of dust, Everyday I waited for something to happen, I…

I have come a long way in life to know when I lost the plot. I took a break from writing and now look at me struggling to find content. I decided to go through my earlier works with the hope that I would think as I did then and just write until my fingers would write no more. I was truly and very wrong. I need to edit! EDIT I tell you!!! I no longer think the way I did, that was at a minimum 4…

A WHISKEY STONE AND A NOISY NEIGHBOUR

He tried the sandman’s stones and thought he’d conquer the world.

Like a short shot added,

But, unlike a whiskey stone,

He never took the tone.

  She tried the love bird’s tone

But sounded like a  gloom trombone,

And unlike the ring of Victorian crystal,

She merely was the Boatswain’s call.

  And when he took the whistle,

She was through her troubles and blew out the candle.

He looked up and…

We wait for the sun to come out tomorrow before we head out into the field.

Today will end in anticipation of tomorrow,

For the sun or the rain or whichever way the world fancies.

Life is bitter,

Life is very bitter.

We are running a script with no end and

Hanging our heads in shame because of the past.

But tomorrow still comes and we might go out into the field.

Tomorrow we might plant the…

Poetry is all there is,

When the high heels fail,

And the Law edicts make no sense,

Poetry makes all sense,

When the rabid wolves come to the offense,

Poetry feels all sense.

For all one can make of life’s chances

In all failures, victories and suspense,

Poetry makes sense.

Thine and Mine,

Forever be it so,

Quiet and meek,

So shall our love Speak.

  Thine and mine,

Forever be it so,

Swift and neat,

So shall our hearts beat.

  Forever be it so,

Thine and mine,

Forever do the birds soar,

And our blossoms ever fain.

All things end,

All Sorrow, all happiness,

All things end,

All benevolence will end and so shall all malevolence.

  I love the sun because it goes away,

I yearn for the moon because it shows me half her face,

Every time, love,  everyday adoration.

All love shall end, but so soon shall all indifference.

  All the chicken will come to roost,

All the foxes will leave their holes,

The snakes and…

A GOD ON SILVER WINGS

A god on wings,

A god on wings,

Hither comes a god on silver wings.

  Fear thee,

Fear thee,

The god on wings ariveth fear thee.

  Run yonder the hills,

Run yonder the hills,

Flee thee the gods on silver wings.

EL CULTO QUE AME`

I always wondered at a man who had utter contempt of his mortality,

Until I met him that preached by the river.

He was ever in the company of his little goblins,

Kind creatures and slaves to his whim.

  When I met him, he looked at me as if I was a burst of air,

Nothing more than a passing wind.

His eyes scraped at my skin,

Made me feel like unrefined Kapok straight from the rainforest.

  He…

We were once tall and proud,

We were once giants and kings,

We once lived in castles and rode on slaves,

We once ate where we had not sown,

We once drunk from the wells we did not drink.

Then the great famine came and along with it the desert locusts,

Our slaves died,

Our castles crumbled.

We survived but we became shorter,

Our noses hurt from the heat and we all shrank.

I look at my father…

I brought with me a little boy from the big town,

Big and strong he was,

He rested daily on my bosom,

He reminded me so much of a rotting boat.

  Every morning I watched him watch me from the mirror’s reflection,

Taunting me, reminding me of his eternal coarseness,

His hands rested on my face and stretched beneath my bosom,

He reminded me of my rotten handicap.

  Today an officer came down from…

I cannot bring my battles to you,

So I lie here and wait for your peeping death.

I cannot raise my sword against you,

So I wait for death to unsheath.

  Have you ever watched a raven peck at Eagle?

If you have my dear one, You have a lived a thousand ages,

I am but a child,

As a child I eat, like a child I drink,

Like a child I think and just as children fight- so do I.

I will wait for you to…

A POEM IN FUTILITY

    I do not want to die having done anything,

And I do not want to die having done nothing.

Idealism is futility,

Futility is your reality.

I admit it,

You drink from a golden chalice but your head is made of clay.

I won’t deny it,

I smear ash on my face but my heart knows not decay.

I am sorry that you are sorry,

I am also so sorry that I cannot please you.

Life is for the living,

Death is for…