thoughts past midnight

We try to shield ourselves from the horror, of growing old alone,
So we cling to our old familiar capers in this most meddlesome of slights.
I thought I could avoid this state. But the facts just came to light.
In some ways, I am no more than you. Nothing but a scared soul lounging about. All I was trying to do was avoid the decision,
so the world passed me by.

Every single second passing, waving gaily to me goodbye.
How can one stand, to accept its spit in my eye?

How is it that I am incomprehensible, in this eve of grated frames.
I who was supposed to be a master, of English older than the Thames.
But here I lie reduced to the plain chant of the lost,
By wits run scattering doggerel into the dust,
My brain simmering in its pan,
drying in the avid gaze of an unmerciful sun.

Who are we to stand against such perdition?
Why are we asked to bear this pain?
Life is enough of a challenge without these temptations.
Is it all really just a game?

My song glistens in the moonlight,
As I called out to you. wheedling, composed rhymes,
to a long forgotten memory of you,
sighing, thinking of what may have been had I been a fuller man.
If I had only been more sure of myself, had more confidence

So strike me one, for the sudden rising,
a splintered call unto the past.
Until that time you from my thoughts start to wane,
Shall I be required to let all new loves to pass me by?

Or will Fate finally stand aside?
Conspire with me. Take the future in stride, baby.
Take the ride with me.

Autumn

Autumn

The lesson of autumn is this,
that even though the sun warms from high,
This warmth is lost as summer expires,
And that though the land may grow fallow and die,
though many clouds oft obscure the sky,
It is true that Spring shall come, without fail, soon or late,
The Wintry snows shall fade, and Life's storms, in mercy, abate...
The cup of life empties, and is filled
That the path through life may linger slim,
That in the end, the Cycle of fortune wins.

CHAZ

Liars and Lovers and Friends and Honest Johns

The rain falls coldly outside, chilly as my heart is warm,
Who whispers in hollow breaths, sadly whimpers
at the grim caress given at Reality's behest.
Sometimes it seems that the dark is closing in,
but a tad too quickly, for nightfall nor twillight,
and yet too slow, to gradual to detect with a casual eye,
an uncaring shrug cast in the face of the gale
a tumbled umbrella lying bereft
of a noble owner to hold it aloft,
it's purpose ultimately defeated
by the whim and caprice of
which Humanity has never lacked.

Poetry is hiding from me today,
and yet I smell her sweet perfume, that beguiling scent
of fragrant sweat, the animal within aroused,
keeping still-seeming passions lingering,
in the still humid air tha's Spring's beget.
Orgasmic silence - now that's the word!
A word you can but taste with the very tip of your tongue,
though held but loosely by the savor of release,
It quickly dwindles but is easily summoned back,
For the homeward bound is a familiar track...

Green Thoughts

It is often taught but seldom said,
That a lot is born and left for dead.
In cinders rise smokes promise swept,
In madness clouds hath fiercely wept.
And burning, serious lightnings flee,
The terror of the blackened sea.
In truth no wrath shall bide the fear,
the truth and lies of this subtle sphere,
What feel you when tree's bough falls?
Can you not feel the Earth's pain at all?
A thicker skin has man evolved,
that no measure of acid nor poison holds his thrall?
But burn through doth poison's nature declare,
And soon enough tha'll skin be laid bare,
Then perhaps by no more deceptions will man himself blind,
and see for once the deeds of his kind.

with polite FINALITY,
茶

nota nnovaria

There cometimec -rise, on cricpy d-ce not yet cet, in ceeking the worldc, th-t -llow - m-n to st-y still, and let
-lone long enough for him to ct-y merry,
the p-thc to wicdom -re r-nk with yecterd-y'c mud -nd cte-dily ble-ry,

we-ry of fe-rc th-t comec -t night'c f-lling,

I elected to go down thece ro-ds, -nd wh-t do you think I found? I, who -m the core m-cter of my ct-tion, -nd nver bereft of ct-tely imp-ccioned c-lm.

But I muct -dmit th-t I w-c the fool in this inct-nce, c-ught betwixt the turning of the ge-rc of d-wn.

But then ever re-dily -re the b-ttle linec cketched,
forced into beeing, cl-ched into the e-rth -nd dr-wn,
The f-ct of my exictence m-y be w-vering,
but t'ic not loct nor given up, nor gone!