Out for a day near but far from home, where do you think this child might roam? Hither, thither and even yon, what might I chance upon? A mighty tree, with children at play, becomes a tower, though it changes by the hour. A hidden trail beneath a massive thicket Leads to their secret hideout. […]
Sung to the tune of, I am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General from Gilbert and Sullivan’s Buffa Operetta, The Pirates of Penzance. We are the very model of insanity in general We’ve information violent, atrocical and criminal We know the guns of murder, and we quote the deaths statistical From Birmingham to Newtown in order […]
Wonder if you think it possible to find something profane within the divine? I think you must; it is merely balance. Neither light nor dark work freelance. When we’re dead, we’re turned to dirt, ashes scattered to the winds, the void. It happens, neither you nor I can avert. We cannot any way find […]
I’m very much scattered of late, a tug of war between my muses. Writing, art which I fail to create, although I’m not making excuses. I might join the fray on one side, if I haven’t chosen the other one. Whenever I’m not trying to hide, I warrant that I usually have fun.
When I was younger, I dreamed I would have fortune and fame. Now, I’m older, my face seamed. I’m fine that few know my name. My life’s not over, far as I know. And although it my stay the same, my goal’s now to have fun, let go. At the end, whatever comes, came.
Run around, run in place, life is movement of the flesh Look in a mirror, study your face. Do the skin of youth, your wrinkles mesh?