An Ancient Mind in a Modern Age
An ancient mind in a modern age
Is what thy skull beholds.
Alone with the ignorance of the soul;
The gift that the present bestow.
Romance heavenly haunts these thoughts
That speak these solemn words.
Nature is thy sadness’ smile
O’ airs’ graceful birds
That fly amongst the sky at dawn
And greet thy sight with wings
That let upon my hair with breeze
And those holy songs thee sings.
Can I explain how clouds do form? -
Which in the sea sky they have rafted.
They don’ follow the rules of modern day
For they are anciently crafted.
And bumbling wings of bumbling bees
You as well do grow thy cheeks.
Thy self, in time, do hope that earth
Will long for what these eyes do seek.
An Open Window
I walked a sylvan trail at noon
And in the sky a blossoming moon
Shun its candid light upon,
An infant majestic, developing swan.
Its beauty: So hallowed and pure
And a mind yet so immature
Of the cruelties that await the day
It mounts and, mistakenly, soars away.
But an open window (the next morning) I saw
On Pledge Street, a sight unknown of flaw.
Artistry, like the infant swan,
Stood on the windowsill that early dawn.
A heavenly pie chilled in the air
As elders kneeled for morning prayer.
Lost be the infants (who sin ‘stead of pray)
Who, contrasting the swan, have fled away.
Inevitable manners of a mortal mind
Never seem to grasp, in time,
The bearing of a Godly swan
Which with my apathy it withdrawn.
Taxi
She rests so softly in that seat;
Her heart searing with pain.
Grief haunts her every thought with loss
As the sky floods in rain.
“Take me to a distant place
Where I may ache alone.
My warmth has died an awful death;
Tonight I must atone.”
Her driver drove a darkened trail
Through a nocturnal lane.
The somber oak upon the trees
Made her eyes throb in pain.
The forest’s vision marked her hard
With its inhuman eye.
It knew her predetermined course:
A death she can’t defy.
“Let up the brakes! My spouse awaits.”
She gaited from her ride.
The twilight sharpened by the moon
Let loose a lustrous tide.
“My husband! Please forgive my fault.
She holds my spite, not you.
Tonight we will sleep together;
Your amour is overdue.”
The gleaming stars spiked her dull blade;
Her veins intense with thrill.
She grazed her neck and ruby red
Began to slowly spill.
Her comely face veiled many lies
And no man would assume
That this young widow held inside
An infant in her womb.
My Daily Bread
God Bless the mind of uncertainty
And its rare eye that shines upon the earth.
God Bless the mighty matron
That watered me for twice a decade.
God Bless the powerless beast
That murders my intemperate thoughts.
God Bless my mothers’ portal
Who, after half a century, remains loyal.
God Bless he who speaks so slight
Yet he largely expands my mind.
God Bless the little wealth
In which I lie in every dusk.
Above all.
God Bless the air I breathe,
The Heart that pumps,
The Brain that reads,
And the Anatomy that ponders your blessings.
Pure Inebriation
Today I woke, Unfortunately,
My thoughts arranged in deformity.
Inevitability is the word that defines my state.
Justly are the feelings that haunt my wake.
Tis’ a single drink-not two or three-
But one that melts me to debris.
This hard morrow that I climb
Seems to feed upon Clocks’ time.
I wake then eat my food un-tasted
For All my brain just dwells So wasted.
My hands don’t move or grasp my hopes
This fruitless climb is without rope.
Oh! Booze, Alcohol, Intoxicant drink:
Integrity it steals and Mirth it does shrink.
My mornings vomit the absurd Day of past nights
And slaughter the ''Today’s'' into ''Tonight’s.''
An ancient mind in a modern age
Is what thy skull beholds.
Alone with the ignorance of the soul;
The gift that the present bestow.
Romance heavenly haunts these thoughts
That speak these solemn words.
Nature is thy sadness’ smile
O’ airs’ graceful birds
That fly amongst the sky at dawn
And greet thy sight with wings
That let upon my hair with breeze
And those holy songs thee sings.
Can I explain how clouds do form? -
Which in the sea sky they have rafted.
They don’ follow the rules of modern day
For they are anciently crafted.
And bumbling wings of bumbling bees
You as well do grow thy cheeks.
Thy self, in time, do hope that earth
Will long for what these eyes do seek.
An Open Window
I walked a sylvan trail at noon
And in the sky a blossoming moon
Shun its candid light upon,
An infant majestic, developing swan.
Its beauty: So hallowed and pure
And a mind yet so immature
Of the cruelties that await the day
It mounts and, mistakenly, soars away.
But an open window (the next morning) I saw
On Pledge Street, a sight unknown of flaw.
Artistry, like the infant swan,
Stood on the windowsill that early dawn.
A heavenly pie chilled in the air
As elders kneeled for morning prayer.
Lost be the infants (who sin ‘stead of pray)
Who, contrasting the swan, have fled away.
Inevitable manners of a mortal mind
Never seem to grasp, in time,
The bearing of a Godly swan
Which with my apathy it withdrawn.
Taxi
She rests so softly in that seat;
Her heart searing with pain.
Grief haunts her every thought with loss
As the sky floods in rain.
“Take me to a distant place
Where I may ache alone.
My warmth has died an awful death;
Tonight I must atone.”
Her driver drove a darkened trail
Through a nocturnal lane.
The somber oak upon the trees
Made her eyes throb in pain.
The forest’s vision marked her hard
With its inhuman eye.
It knew her predetermined course:
A death she can’t defy.
“Let up the brakes! My spouse awaits.”
She gaited from her ride.
The twilight sharpened by the moon
Let loose a lustrous tide.
“My husband! Please forgive my fault.
She holds my spite, not you.
Tonight we will sleep together;
Your amour is overdue.”
The gleaming stars spiked her dull blade;
Her veins intense with thrill.
She grazed her neck and ruby red
Began to slowly spill.
Her comely face veiled many lies
And no man would assume
That this young widow held inside
An infant in her womb.
My Daily Bread
God Bless the mind of uncertainty
And its rare eye that shines upon the earth.
God Bless the mighty matron
That watered me for twice a decade.
God Bless the powerless beast
That murders my intemperate thoughts.
God Bless my mothers’ portal
Who, after half a century, remains loyal.
God Bless he who speaks so slight
Yet he largely expands my mind.
God Bless the little wealth
In which I lie in every dusk.
Above all.
God Bless the air I breathe,
The Heart that pumps,
The Brain that reads,
And the Anatomy that ponders your blessings.
Pure Inebriation
Today I woke, Unfortunately,
My thoughts arranged in deformity.
Inevitability is the word that defines my state.
Justly are the feelings that haunt my wake.
Tis’ a single drink-not two or three-
But one that melts me to debris.
This hard morrow that I climb
Seems to feed upon Clocks’ time.
I wake then eat my food un-tasted
For All my brain just dwells So wasted.
My hands don’t move or grasp my hopes
This fruitless climb is without rope.
Oh! Booze, Alcohol, Intoxicant drink:
Integrity it steals and Mirth it does shrink.
My mornings vomit the absurd Day of past nights
And slaughter the ''Today’s'' into ''Tonight’s.''
