Ultima Verba....

Ultima Verba

What will your last words be

well chosen, full of wisdom

or screamed obsinities in futility

as life escapes into the maelstrom

Preparation is needless and foolish

as departure is most certain

we should make a silent wish

that proper words fill the final curtain

Feelings for life are swiftly known

when bathed in deaths' ironic honesty

and in the passing time that no one owns

allow loving words to enter immortality

and when the brilliant light comes into view

embrace it with submission

allow its warmth to comfort you

in silent fateful contrition

As you mutter with split tongue

your eyes unfocussed in car unlit

with broken teeth and collapsed lung

you may hear yourself scream out, Ohhh shit

Seeking Merit...

Seeking Merit

When young and seeking virtue

random thoughts flashed like diamonds new

set in an intellectual crown

longing for that attention never found

A powerful inner voice always happy

praised the sounds of humility

then muffled by natural action

and enveloped in a veil of compassion

Truly the greatest of all virtues

lighting up humanity in skies of blue

and bringing a sense of decency

to cruel injustices of society

Showing that useless things have charm

like crystal chandeliers and gold on arm

and the most useless displayed openly

those monuments to ideals, I'd say

And the style of common souls

is seen on everyday faces fixed and cold

leaving one naked for all to see

as self-torture endures as a curiosity

'Tis only when maggots feeding on sores

of meanness surging on National shores

that one must play soul stock market

and sell short before bankruptcy upon you sets

Beton Brut...

Beton Brut

'Tis when the underlying form

exposes the true grain

of lifes' hidden storms

where cold truth rightly stains

the reality suddenly found

as lifes' shelter standing in the light

seems to pleasantly astound

those naturally eager to fight

and the dreams of senseless existence

casts' some painful doubts

like moon shadows in essence

lovely and eager to shout

to sing loony toons at society

and create fashion by design

inherently full of simplicity

that imitates life benign

residing in the rough exterior

reflecting natural beauty

splashed into lifes' mirror

and reversed by conformity

Despot Decor...

Despot Decor

The hot sands lay still

and the dunes stood high

bright sun peeked over hills

as perceptions' prism colored the sky

In the distance gleaming marble

carved by the sharpest of instruments

a tyrants' will purposeful

to create structures inviting comment

Vast crystal chandeliers

alabaster and ivory pleasing the spirit

yet, projecting power absolute and clear

in a land of misery and life unfit

And when entering one finds humility

as copper, gold and silver

glorify the builder of this orgiastic scenery

forcing the spirit to kneel proper

Senses overwhelmed by cedar and ebony

as you enter between two colossal copper lions

the smell of cypress subdues the ordinary

rendering one hostage to human passion

The palace achieves its function

imposing a sense of awe and more

as it physically compels the vision

of a ruler with despot decor

Show me Show you....

Show me Show you

As I float on the river of time

slowly drifting and feeling fine

show me the way

to love you only

Show me your way

to forever with you stay

and if your warmth should fade away

show me the way to be lonely

As the river current flows

and time swiftly goes

show me the way

that you know only

The way that lovers true

that way which is but you

in words and in deeds

that I must everyday feel

Help me show you the way surreal

that's hard as ebony feels

soft as satin and smooth as velvet

that fulfills promise but yet

Is full of love and pleasure

show me the way to capture

the present and recall the past

show me the way to consume fast

Reality wrapped in a dream

and drink from the flowing stream

loving you and all I see

as I drift towards eternity

Dream Weaver...

Dream Weaver

When in venerable woods

I've serenely stood

within the scented isles of pine

on needle carpets that felt fine

Searching for the dream maker

elusive and sometimes a heart breaker

'Tis there that misty visions

congeal to form foggy notions

Of times coming and times past

and of slices of life spent too fast

forming the hazy dream of existence

lived and consumed by its own essence

'Tis the maker of dreams

satiating the soul with midnight screams

that cause time to stand fast

 color the night with memories that last

Fill your world in dark hours

like scented blossoms on flowers

and soothe life whenever

you can find the dream weaver



The Candidate....Revision #5

The Candidate

When in minds' meadows appear

life giving breezes that blow fair

and purge personal sordid affairs 
that somehow misdeeds repair

Spoken words whispered in the fading light

shine while expiring perceptions bright

cast shadows on the prophets' eclipse

that cause words bitter to flow from trembling lips

Words  absorbed on horizons' rim

by strangled hordes with hopeful whims

painted in dangerous pictures

 that shine as bright economic structures

The prophet vaguely speaks his mind

 spreading hope on seas unkind

with visions and dignity never revealed

accompanied by freedom bells that loudly peal

His reality is wrapped in a shroud

covering the path of truth in a cloud

of National purpose and future

that hang in the balance of rhetorical torture