Monthly Archives: August 2016

Before the Requiem

Before mornings sun

is done

This boy born as a universes son

Will pack his things

And sift through days

Reserved for him

To come undone


Before noon-times tea

Breaks for thee

I rest, and look

Back upon my trail

I left to see


Before the afternoon hour

Breaks the wind

And storms with showers

Upon a fools taunting grin

I stand alone

At the foot of heavens throne


And there I know

My time, on my road

Is yet sorted out, ahead lay more toil


And then, in the shadow

of a gentle twilight

I look and ponder

What do I remember?

What is my insight?


Yet with no flashlight,

To illuminate my path


And from that day forth

Time marches so quickly

I know that now,

I must move before I see


The dark of evening

A place where there is little

Of reasoning

A time when lists of do’s

Replace those of don’ts, you fool


Time left only, now

to cull for only those few

Things left on hold for a when a better day, brings


And told it is, by natures gentle hints


I must be off

No time to be lost

What’s left to do can only be a few?

But the choicest of tasks they are

I promise you

Yes, the choicest of tasks I promise yo



Before I wake and face the day

Before the daily weep, prints,

And hits the streets, the same

And tells by those

Whom are told what to say

I’ll think aloud,

Is this my last light?

Of a mornings day?


My last in the sun

I’ve spent so many

Some poor and yet some wonderfully done

Alas, now, I know

I have no more bullets

in my life’s gun


So before I weep

Or begin to shriek

That my time is gone

No more to keep


I find a new song

One of many melodies

And beats of heart

With new rhymes to hum

To carry me along


And then I’ll say, I won’t scare this or any day

Nor blink aloud

Or cry to who


It’s only a transfer

To your new time

You lamenting old fool


And so instead of mercy pleads

I’ll ride my bike

Into dawns new light, you’ll see

And chase the rainbow of heavens end

And chase the rainbow to heavens end

Before I wake

Before I begin


Visitation Rites

Through the night

Of dreams, mighty might

I travel to places

that now fill once empty spaces


And through those labyrinths

Of webs I’ve cobbled

Memories lay

In traps set

To tease this old fool

By tricks of self-rule

Times, once thought

Some time now thought, forgot


Yet still and all

I travel the night halls

Deep inside

Where I express my, rites

For visitations, time

To see, times of mine

Now jailed deep within

a very sleepy mind


And there they rest

Comfortably? Or not?

Or do they, then?

Beg to escape, my friends

from spaces behind locks,

Doors thought sealed once and, for evermore?


Oh no, I see, I can but for moments brief

Go and travel and tramp quickly I must

Knowing slumber, will soon leave me to rust


Quickly I scrap through times once captured

There I find mysteries, witch haunted

Of times once held

Lived in such, great rhymes they hail

And sing and call, OH BLOODY HELL!


Come with me, Come my friend

Another encore is at your beck and whim.

Come back, come back, come back and visit me

For, another, encore! You’ll enjoy it you’ll see


Come back and look, crack another door.

I’ll be waiting there, but for only a moments, allure

That’s all your visitation rite’s will grant

For times once lived

For times once lived, now stored

Stored so deeply, they can only be released

From their jail so frail

In the midst of dreams

Day or night, if you please

Come play and remember

Come play and remember, it is your rite!