Author Archives: AlbertZayat

A day in the Sun

There’s something about

sitting In the sun high above

Back and butt both pressed
To wrought iron blood
An escape from fire, or
Rail to help one climb higher
City noise  from below
spoke loudly but so
Did bold thoughts held so close
Only heard when alone, did they, most
Up above city life’s clatter
Warm, safe from chaos’s strata
Days once spent so poor
Were richer than ever.
Richer,  than ever. …before

Art

The artists brush
Held the lily s green voice
The actor’s voice
Spoke words of rejoice
A singer sang
Notes of unrequited love,
And ballet dancers danced
On toes, on stage just above.
Writers write
This be true
With or without
A following,  or a clan of fools
Yet tap the keys
They do till the hours of 3
AM, PM, matters not you see
But there their worlds
come true for some
For some to see
For some who yet know
And for all who want,
Times lost, renewed.
So a painting can be pretty just as a picture, hung on a wall
And song sang with hopes of last,  in the refrain
Or dance danced like swans on a lake
Or an actors voice twice raised, at last, for heaven’s sake
Yet behind the faces of that we see or hear
Thunders hidden ideas and notions
So very very clear. ..

Bike ride

One-click makes one, tick

Second click, up, pulls you to

An English racers place you know

an English racers thrill

Tire’s bite create laid below

The third is clicked, third for go,

The Norton’s engine screams com’on boy

you’re way too-damn-slow

 

Now Fourth tick says there’s little more

My boot scrapes the hard crete-floor

And five  brings,  all alive

One never knows what this ride, feels like

Dead or alive

 

Then last pull

In fith gear we do fly

Up the hill

the parallel twin starts to whine

Through the esses she and I ride

 

Me on top and her below

Both human and not, smiles we bring

This roads pass won’t be the last

But won’t last, won’t be last

 

One click up-one click down

The pegs of my racer clip, the hard ground

One more up and another down

Must find the cam, must find the power band

 

A last ride is a last time found

A last time found to scrap the ground

Through the essess

We do ride,

me on top clipped to her, right below my friend

Hang on then

 

Hang on then

My time’s a comin

My times less than somethin

Ride on my bike, score the sky’s warm embrace

Scream at heavens knightly star-struck-streak

Scream at Heavens knightly star-struck-streak

Scream at Heavens Knightly star-struck-streak

 

Romeo and Juliet

 

How nice it’d be

To fly on a plane

To fly to a place

of no real name

 

Somewhere friendly

Somewhere fun

A place I know

A place with sun

A place would have someone’s son

 

How nice it’d be

To spend some time

Lost romantically

Among the stars

Frolicking within heavens arms

 

A place of mother

A place of discover

A place to cast aside life’s deep blue

A place to start anew

A place to renew

Just me

And maybe you too

 

How nice it’d be

How wonderful indeed

To climb so high

Higher and higher into the sky

Climb the stairs of eternity

Find those lost for years, you see

Find those lost, who were so dear

 

How nice it’d be

To quit this folly

we follow, so orderly

To release from life’s dock

Spent in might’s, heart

 

That all flounders now

All once sung

in hallowed ground

 

How odd it’d be

To fly to a nice place

To fly away

Above skies, so gray

 

How nice it’d be

When the time,

the time is right

To climb onto airlines known as

Carefree-All- Night

 

How nice it’s be

I wish you’d come and see

Won’t you come?

Won’t you come and, join me?

Where do I fit

Where do I fit?

On this mighty ship

Where do I fit

Do I

 

Am I to

Be one who

Slips to shores

Of never more’s

 

Or ride the seas

Where life is so

Carefree

Or dance in the sight

Or our moons guiding light

Singing and bringing

Tales of old

Of yesterday’s, sold

Where time of plenty

Meant nothing to many

Just filling the brim

Of my cup

Not without sin

 

Where do I fit

Within this mighty ship

Of fools, of schools,

With stories told uncertain

 

Am I to

Am I too

Rest now as a lost jewel

Amongst the lost lives

Steel turned to rust

 

Where do I fit

Within this mighty mighty ship

In Trial

In Trial:

 

In trial

Of earth

Around the cause

Of mysteries birth

 

Scores of thoughts

Mostly, dreadnought

Of death

And pain

Lay at my feet though not in vain

Till my sun

Never rises, mornings, again

 

In trial

Of earth

A course of force reckless

Of course

 

May I live till my days?

Live until no more play

Or lust for life, left

No longer stowed-away

in my life’s scabbard

 

In trial

Of earth

Of earth

Of earth

Until ventures cease

Spared from a life’s last….

Until my salt is all spent

from sweat and tears of life’s dear costs

 

Matador

The Matador
 
The Matador spun and slipped aside
Let his sword tap the hide
Of a ragging beast
Tormented so
Would this end
So badly, though
 
The Matador pirouetted
Arms up high
His cape curtained
Death inside
 
Dressed in Red and black finery
A peculiar hat
Left over from another century
He danced and strode so devil may care
The crowd cried ooooooo
Wishing death not be spared
 
    
 
 
 
And the ballet went to and fro
The aging beast snorted though
To a cocky doll of a man so dressed
His back turned, to a the cunning beasts best
 
And when the horn of righteous was speared
The back of the Matadors back bled, his eyes teared
The crowed Jeered, called for death,
the beast not be sparred
 
help that came to the swordsman’s aide
They tired so valiantly to save his time, his grade
The Matador fell to his knees, begged for the mercy
A bull would never see
 
The bull flipped him to heights not seen
Chased the rest, off the scene
Ran around the coral with snorting scarring pride
Scaring the audience
To run, and hide
 
I held firm from my perch
I saw the sword of the mighty, lurch
And when his end finally came
I was so glad he left his mark
Wondered, would I be able to say the same?

Hobo’s tale

A Hobo’s tale

 

I like, fat, acoustic guitars,

Their strings plucked gently in cantina bars

With singers notes cast to the stars

telling tales, often called yarns

 

Into the early morn they sing their songs

Till my eyes fail

Rest I do take

So that when I wake

To wide open western skies

I gaze upon my ceiling wherever I call my place

 

Today is filled with breaths

Held for time

Day screams son, let go, you’re done

You’re safe now and, you’re mine

 

I like walking along old train tracks

Wearing tattered blue jeans

Kicking stones to places unseen

Remembering those, and times gone by

Especially seeing one who, kissed the sky

 

I like what time I have

What life was had

What love I stole

What was taken from me

No matter that now

What was mine is yours

And I’ll be back

Soon, I think, to finish those chores

Hang on love, for ever more

 

I like a simple knapsack

A hobo’s stick

A weathered old cap

No clock, no watches tick

I’ll spend all mine

Go look at yours

There’s a freight train comin

Soon with a name on it

 

I need a wallet, too

that’s all for now, for this old fool,

But maybe just a little more

Like a really good song

To sing on the trip

Maybe I’ll float down the mighty Mississip

 

And grab times remembered

About what good times I surrendered

Like time lived, all mine

Joined by friends who passed this way

With me through, the hell and rain

 

I thank heaven above

My troubles at night that give such frights

are of a kind that die in the mornin light

 

I say, Come soon, come quickly the next day break,

Times a slippin

Come as sure as fast plains rain or a runaway train

 

So listen now, I hear it for sure

Words woven into whispers from above, is my cure

They soothe my soul from hard days won

They soothed my soul from hard days sun

 

Ode to Vietnam:

 

 

Lay me down on judgement day

Wrap me in sheets, of pressed clay

The lines of reason drawn

In red or gold came at costs,

more than told

 

Lay me down on judgement day

Will earth to take me, to an earlier day

When strong legs fought

To terrible costs

Up hills of lead

Through swamps of dread

 

Lay me down this time when

Judgement day comes from

Heavens send

Of fought I did so true

For all that worship,

Red, white and blue

 

Reconciliation:

 

Riveting beats

Hit my seat

Steel wheels roll

Over rails made for gold

Across the plains

Locomotives screams

From my box-car

I watch the scenes

To the south

Where lands turn dry

To a house where my child, resides

Tomorrow is

Her day in the sun

A wedding not planned

But yet, sprung

Behind I leave

A cell given to me

A lesson learned

A path now cured,
Yet unsure

Out the door

I watch day for dark

Rain too,
Is television for this old fool

Tomorrow I’ll see

My girl lost from me

One I knew

Yet never seen

I was away, away
you see

This one party

I’ll make

This one for sure

With gold woven in my belt

Gold woven in my belt

Gold woven in my belt
From that last store