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jeudi, décembre 03, 2009

L'enfant ( The Child ) Revision #3...

L'enfant ( the Child )


Once in a lifetime a child is born
And as you gaze at its helpless form
You see your fathers' eyes, your mothers' smile
It takes you back in time a while
You hold that child close to your heart
A new life, a new start
All of your hopes, all your dreams
In that small bundle, it seems

Once in a lifetime, a child becomes an adult
And you feel the pride from the result
Of all its' toil and sweat
As it prospers, giving its' best

Once in a lifetime, that child finds love
And your heart flies like a dove
Soaring on clouds of happiness
Knowing that your song has passed the test

Once in its lifetime that child will sing that song
That your parents passed along
And as it gazes on that helpless form
It'll be your eyes and smile that will be worn

samedi, novembre 14, 2009

No Time

NO TIME
Life is bound by the constraints of time
T'is a concern that dwells hidden in all
Our toils constant as the sands so fine
That flow through the hourglass of reality and call
As each golden grain that mark the passing of moments
On this exciting journey full of mysteries
That wait to be consumed without comment
Like the foamy crests on the sea of conformity
Blown by the gales that fill the sails
Of our fleshy vessels moving towards distant ports
There's no time to hear the combined wails
Of society sailing towards impending decay of sorts
As it cruises the boundless blues
Soaked by the spray of reckless decisions
In silence under the starless sky and purple hues
No time to breathe the thin air of our Nation
No time to see the coming tempest
No time to brace for the deluge advancing
Unseen by the eyes of greed, much less
As common morality is discarded as mere nothing
No time to cherish the reason for the voyage
No time for the pleasures that strain each nerve
Stretching personal fulfillment for all ages
Left as empty as the smiles observed
That fill the banquet rooms of life
Stuffed with meaningless gatherings
No time to drain the cesspool of strife
That strangles our society with material things
No time, No time, No time

vendredi, octobre 30, 2009

Rasputinunleashes ISLAND BOYS dedicated to all VanSchaick Island guys who grew up there

ISLAND BOYS
 
Through the seasons, island boys came and went
Fabric of youth woven in moments spent
Extended family glued strongly together
On our island fortress, all safe from outsiders
 
T'was an awesome melting pot
Simmering with sports played in many spots
Blended together with common purpose
Games played valiantly, many victories and losses
 
T'was a colorful mix of Italians, French Canadians
Polish, Irish and English descendants
Joyously living without a care, living for the moment
Eagerly awaiting the next contest to commence
 
Summertime , free from school, was the best of all
Swimming at Carlsons pool, watching girls short or tall
Then, gathering at the local ball court later
For endless games of basketball, on those warm nights of summer

 
Never a parent to be seen, freedom granted to the island boys
Making their own rules and playing with raucous noise
Saturday morning baseball on the Island field of dreams
An all day affair with endless innings played with many different teams
 
Fresh air by the lungful, sunburns and scrapes
Our imagination running wild, World Series at stake
And in the Fall, T'was flag football for hours spent
Till darkness fell, covering bloody scrapes and fingers bent
 
Winter brought hard water and hockey on the Island Pond
Game of which many of us were not too fond
Nevertheless, games were played with broken sticks mended
Boots for goals, sprained ankles, frozen fingers when game ended
 
Days spent when the future was the next hour
Now much older but still Island boys
the memories of joyful events and boyhood toys
That shaped our present lives and destiny
are alive in all the Island boys and their legacy

jeudi, octobre 15, 2009

Radeau de Vie (raft of life)

Radeau de Vie (raft of life)




Upon lifes currents buoyed

Wavelets of time splash over pebbly reality

With hazy eyes clearly annoyed

I foresee everlasting slumber to be

As it skirts the eddies and swirls

Marring the journey travelled so soon

And on distant shore a youthful girl

Stands ready to burst in bloom

As her smile flutters with promise

Like morning flowers seeking the light

Her eyes are full of wonderful quests

That during the dawning hour might

Keep the valleys of life comforting

Green and bright, safe from tempest

Her long tresses windblown over froathy waves crashing

Calm the storm that ripples trailing clouds at best

My weary hands grasp the shortening day

To steady the churning path to the sea

As I cheerish thoughts and desires that stay

Within the torrents tumbling under me

Floating on my radeau wrapped in the warmth of amity

That selfless love provides

Riding on the strong currents of destiny

With a full satchel of legacy by my side


vendredi, octobre 09, 2009

The Package

The Package
Mysterious content carefully hidden from view
Makes one wonder what precious treasure awaits
To be quickly exposed to me or you
Excitement pervades its concealed state
Familiar item large or small
Possesses a sense of arousal
Surrounded by an air of promised satisfaction to all
Gifted reward or punishment at its disposal
Such a package wrapped with care and mailed
Two scores ago from Saigon City
Stills roams the byways of perdition having failed
Its' quest to arrive where T'was meant to be
In my humble home for eager eyes displayed
Colorful paper-mache Dragon Head
Do you quietly sit on a dark warehouse shelf
Are you alive or are you dead
You are for certain the package mailed to myself

samedi, octobre 03, 2009

SEGEDUNUM

Standing naked to the dark-purplish world
Drawbridge of the heart drawn, erect to the sky
It looms above the greenish moat waters as wispy fog unfurls
Strong ramparts, massively thick stand high
Secure in this shell, turmoil brews beyond
Warm fires within stony castle walls
Keep wretched life and misery there found
Contained, sheltered, acceptable to all
From within, faint visions are seen
Gleams of filtered light shaping strange forms
Shadows, long and forbidding take form between
Horizon and nearby swollen rushing stream
Distorted reality becomes an approaching storm
As everything seems normal within the solid fort
Safe from surrounding conflicts that abound
Yet, inside, daily darkness persists
Seeping into all existence around
Personal and National fortress walls really do exist