Author Archives: AlbertZayat

My sense of this and yours of that

There was a time
When rhythm and rhyme
Meant more to some and
Much to all, and then would crowd out anyone’s
Hope to fall

From grace you see
Where you are asked, and I answer too
To the most of all questions of which there are more than two

And what are they?
Are they of me, or us you think?
Do they cut and ride a human before extinct

I think so I said
I think yes, more than you’ll know
For man and woman are just two of a full
House there is

One filled with rain
One filled with pain
One that understands that most things wanted are just….
Well we’ll leave that to a clever refrain

Let’s part knowing this
A friend did insistence
Give peace a chance
Imagine this
and that chance dance before your dance

Thank you John
So few would express
A chorus of sense that many
Would
Never
Address!

Peace, peace may it be yours
Our time here is so brief
So many illnesses without cures

Let trouble escape the hand of revenge
Let despaired hearts of broken love
Heal before the nights end

May cupboards be full of all you need
May my time left
Be enough for what I need

May you and he or she as it may
Not squandered your bright
Ever living days!

OH!

Oh, no, of this please be true
It’s not of red, or white nor blue
But of a color held deep so dear
One which bleeds when one does hear
That you are not within my reach
I fall and falter and slip from life’s deep peace

A place where I’m held thought safe
from times of shining weak tasks grace
One that knows curves alone, not to ask
And knows what makes two stick
To ….

Yes, my dear, dear, dearest friend it’s you
Know time with you, eclipses when
Songs of 60 were once new
With voices rasp sung rich and true
Where heart and tone, made all that last

And so I must, I must ask
Are you up to the mightiest task?
That holds ones foot
To the coolest of books
Or to the place, of Hades soot?

Yes, yes, you know well what I say
This place in time
Is where we live our final day
And caress our love, dear, my good friend
As a river flows
A river with no end

So cling to me as I do you,
We float away to a place and time unknown
Where heart and time
Roll with the endless rhyme
And there we can say
That makes us wake to our best,
To the best of new days

When I knew you and you did me
When I loved you and you did me
As I still do
And you do me

Occasionally recruiters call me in an attempt to get me to change firms.. It can be flattering but mostly It’s tedious.  Today I received a call from an- unlisted number. Which I do not like. My defense, my assistant, answered the call. Placed the party on hold. Then asked me on another line if I knew the name she relayed. I wasn’t sure, thought for a second that it might be someone I did know. So I answered hello. Bad idea and I wasn’t in a good mood to begin with.

Baam; the pitch!  I answered the person saying; today was not a good day to discuss such things after she finished her intro plea and pitch.  When asked why, I answered; my favorite, flea, died and I was heartbroken when I found it dead in my bed. She busted out laughing. I said – not nice – trying to keep the serious spin going. She tried to hush but couldn’t. I was courteous enough to invite her to the Viking funeral to be held at the Capitol grill. Drinks after the flames.

Then I asked if she wanted to be a pallbearer. I think that finished her off.

I said no charge for the levity, go have a good day. She said goodbye, I think gasping for air as she hung up.  My guess is she had the call of her relatively short two-year career. Hopefully she forgot about any immediate problems she may have been having. BF, money, car, blah blah blah…..

 

Isn’t nice to brighten someones day?

Let’s finish this up…right

We had no money, when we were young
Broke I’d say to everyone
Cares were few, so was food
Mattered not, cause you had me, and I had you
To run the night, into mornings day
Sleep till noon wishing the light would fade away

So, I, am, them
And, they, are, we
Let’s finish this up, right
Before we sleep
Let’s run night’s knife
Deep into mornings light
Let’s just finish this up, finish it right
Like we were, with limber legs in stride

Take my hand, hold it tight
We move at once before our light
Runs, runs out, out of sight

We can’t make old, new again
We can make the best of last, my best friend
Before our light, runs into night
And it’s the last we see of night or light
And the last we see of light or night

A fixed race

As sure as a fixed race,
As warm as a baths liquid embrace
As much fun, as a fall from grace
As dicey as a game of Risk
Love, ah love knows so many mistakes

There it is
My young lad
Take your chance
In your hand
With a guarantee, not

With help from none
So what
It is what all we have
That makes the tired days of sad
Worth a ransom from a wealthy man’s bank

Yet not you need, that kind of wealth
What it is, is reserved for absent help
Time enough to live alone
Or with that demon-love
Are you sure this is your road?

Of course it is, and you are too
Midnight’s wakes reminds you
Who she is
And daydreams keeps
The light of her sight, so dear to you

Welcome, welcome my dear boy
All you fear is nothing to this ride
One of highs and lows never seen
But one never to be missing
Or life isn’t worth a worn penny.

Winter

And Winter bares, its cold skin
Letting ice crumble until
Time it is finally shed

And Spring leaps,
After the last snow
Oh how time moves
Oh how fast, is slow

And there a mother, rests her weary head
Coddling a newborns, cry
Without end

And as we know
Her heart does glow
Rich and red
More than any ember
Ever bled

So tis the season
of all heart
Tis when time and hope never part
Tis of that special natural place
When man and she,
agree upon our cosmic Fate

So rest your arms and hearts, also
Mother Nature holds
all rules to know

Hi time

In a lonely deserted forest
Lived a spell put upon us
That looked of vermillion
And cost not a thin thing

Yet took souls and hearts
And culled thoughts of boasts
Till rich men fell
And lovely ladies dwell
On lost beauty from where they hailed

In a lonely deserted forest
Lived men and women
Or should I say boys and girls
Who took it too seriously?
To make ends prevail

Yet there they stood
Stark and gaunt, hollow and sulked
Weathered and frail without so much
As a care

In a lonely deserted forest
Where hurt hearts are among us
That bleed until
Doctor of love comes to prevail
And fix what went wrong, or right just maybe

And in a lonely deserted forest is where
The lonely run carefree
And play the night throughout
And laugh against what the elders scream about
And giggle until
It’s there time to move ahead

In the lonely deserted forest
You’ll find the best among us
With resonant feeling’s
And hearts blood held by all means
Where you’ll see what life is meant to really be

In the lonely deserted forest

Time

Time is, when all doubt

Rests its sleepy head, upon pillows of angry shout

And there it lay

Too sleepy to play

Alone for one to see

A future reserved for those, and you, and me

 

So…know when

A pear splits its skin

And Wilde quotes bust guts of oats

And Clemons words about a Sawyer’s ride

Marks a Twain, are you still sure you’re fine?
About, this minor play

When one usually has to hold, and be told to say

Lay facing a warm sky but gray, my son

Purse your lips toward a setting sun
Kiss the evening sky

Where no tear drops when we die

For that day comes for all you see

For some it is within a day’s reach from here, this day
But you I know……have yet to be called

Mother Nature has work…. left

Left for you, now do as you are told

Welcome

I’ve been lucky
To have lived a life
Fraught with destiny and demons
Filled with love and passion
Of many seasons
With love and hope
And hate and dire

I’ve been lucky to kill the snake of despair
To lick the goblet of hope and aware
And own the most of all we are
And what we will be,

Yes, I’ve been lucky to hold the golden chalice
And fight the evil of north
And sooth the flame of losers claim
Yes, I’ve been lucky to know all of you
To find and send my affections to who

Will mount and claim
All that remains
Of a simple life’s
Ordinary refrain
Of a simple life’s ordinary refrain