Welcome Message

Though late this missive may be, and far from (perhaps) well-received,
Pray, let me join my voice to the gentle greeting wafting,
like unto to a savory silken smell drawn,
a pie set to cool on a windowpane,
a rogue silently stalking, sorely yearning to make the pie his own.

So tarry but a little, now and anon, tarry a little to speak, have fun.
The might of time doth linger still, if the mind is wracked not, of bitter anguish and ill,
Then senescence shall rightly stand aside, for the glowing golden child playing inside.
When you listen to the song of wrath, you hear the words of fear.
Listen to that of hope, and Joy is free to wheedle in,
and unto, the many paths our minds are wont to take,
though twisted, misdirection is only blatantly made.

Though of many things this my greedy welcome may be rather wanting,
Know that the sons and daughters of Man are borne,
by the hope that at Dreaming's End, a Better Place stands waiting,
A higher Fun that we can all call home.

This is the last, and final of ulterior motives,
the uttermost end of the line,
the sight of it makes strong men whimper,
and the hardest soldier in fear to whine.
The golden gate is nigh,
where will YOU be when the waters are high?

Until then and later,
again,
before, and after,
May your fate tread deeply, within verdant vales with still waters aplenty
No less in danger than safer,
each moment ringing with free, open, and true laughter:
which be good music to the soul;

The path of darkness doth loom, but shielded, the horse plunges forward

There was a fine lad, of mercurial temperance kept,

hiding between leaden bedcovers, from morn, to night he slept,

and sighing, finally, at twillight he awoke,

and seeing the fleeting sunrays, He exclaimed, "Zokes!"

"Oh no, not again, an instance when I've overslept!"

"For the night is fast a-coming, the cold a-galloping down,

I've a thousand tasks to grapple, and I've yet to get to town!"

And so with all possible speed he dressed,

and girded himself with his best,

armor, armaments, firearms, and worse,

chariot, and bridle, lame goat and furs.

Chuckling, half-mad, he suddenly stood entranced,

Just as he finished locking his abode's entrance,

"Waitaminit, what day is it anyway?" he to himself asks,

And finding out that it was Sunday he suddenly laughs,

He should have been wakened the day before yesterday, you see,

And now since it's tomorrow, well, why should that be?

A new day BORNE!!!

What is the nature of a sunrise driven, from night's bossom, unprepared? What does it whisper to the spreading shadows, created from the very rays it has cast??? They, the siblings of war and sickness wracked, with foam from the endless sea mingled, trickling down below the seafloor from every obvious crack,... forced doggerel, I'm sure will find, a steady audience of ignominy, intolerance, and just plain high mentality lacked. But what one is given spirit to deliver, said. One must duly declare, promptly and without insult, alive or dead.

And what about they whom in fellow man trust has merrily lost? How do they face every day, whence in every single instance they must linger in existence kept, by the very communal actions of so many like that one, by so many whom that one cannot bring oneself to trust? Which is fallacy and which is fact? Who prospers in denying us knowledge, from freedom from all lies out minds distract? Salient, but arete, an amused smile forming, complete. They who are stars may find need to dance in the mud, but they remain stars even in so doing, for good quality is lost by one's own folly done, and not by actions attributed to any other one...

Blessing 1

In this twillight age of ours, many still-seeming shadows lie,
In grim repose waiting, lying across every way, every path
steadily creeping, filling the horizon with their sticky gloom.
Incumbent Subtle Entropy's get's everyone, if not late then soon.

That is if constant progress is not burning brightly at your side,
But seeng as you're already well done and tough,
the sun is definitely up there, all right.
Have fun, may you many adventures have, be seen.

May your past, present and future form a fair vessel,
For all fair things bursting at the seams...

Acquiesce

Tricks are thoughts that move backwards in time,
rendering meaningless all reasoned progression
from that particular point
of abstraction.
I seek these points as a hobby, an erstwhile obsession,
to gather words and sentiments in a manner such
as to blow old concepts away,
and wither new ones into
the frames into which
our minds are
built
+augh while you can, sing while you yet live.
Explor the demesne of passion imprisoned within
But never give in, to despair to ennui,
For There's Someone worthy
of your Trust, Who's
hanging around in
the background,
taking care of
the things
we can't
but
always in such a way that his freedom never actually comes into odds with ours?
You may ask --- Perhaps.
Perhaps that is what makes Life fun in the first place.
but do not forget that someone worthy of your trust
is there calmly making sure that all is well
Always, till time itself rounds the circle
of infinity, and rams itself on the be-hind...
Fun --- hey???