'Nature's Seasons'
The four stages,
Reflecting those ages
Of man ... and his minions,
'neath trapdoors descending
Past mirror balls powdery lighting .. to endings,
The dreamlike mystical psycho paths bending,
Where lavender scented souls attempt mendings,
At last! Sunshine!... summer dazed!
Cool splashings of sand-spattered, beach-castling duels,
Smelling barbecued feasts inside zinc lobstered fools..
The Sun Goddess' zenith, the sparkling of jewels,
Horizons of shimmering scorched parching pools,
...still descending, exits stage left,
The chillings of zephyrs ice over thy breath,
And tall verdant oaks, their petticoats wither,
The crunching browned scents, striped colors to dither,
Those scarves as they play through devolving fares,
And nature's beasts rushing quick scurries to lairs ..
The crystalline witch queen of whipped southern squalls,
Casts shattering sleets and dark shadows to all,
So frozen troupes whirl 'midst frosted regrets,
As winter slays youthful enchantments in nets.
.. But hark, the buddings of life returning to prance,
And carnivals passing through oaken scents chance,
The sonnets of springtime completing the wheel,
Four stages of man .. God's seasons shalt kneel.
Boredom'
'Midst tyranny of hours,
She whiles away a storm,
Beneath two falling towers
Strange faces capture form.
Perceptions bleed to mystery,
The shattered ticking clocks,
A tome of withered history
Discovered 'neath those rocks.
And Gods from perches spying,
Yawning at the farce,
The battlefields lay dying
As jaded angels pass.
The lethargy of ages,
Shall tumble into dreams,
An omnibus of stages
And sentiments in reams.
When Earth's time sands the glasses,
And sadness passes by,
Count not the dream that passes,
That lengthy, tortured sigh.
'Midst tyranny of hours,
She whiles away a storm,
Beneath two falling towers,
Boredom's questing shows no scorn.
'New York City'
That swaggering, jazz-like lexicon,
Where Broadway dreams ignite,
The bustle and sass of Midtown,
And Central Park jaunts by night.
Swanky suits romance on 5th Avenue,
The Plaza and Waldorf come grandly to view,
And Radio City and Carnegie Hall,
Spill big band arrangements to 'hattan crowds' thrall.
That Liberty Gal
With torch raised on high,
While Brooklyn and Queens,
The Bronx sail by.
The Yankees swing grandly,
The cheering crowds loud,
The rumbling of subways,
American proud.
Empire State Building,
Rockefeller blue,
Mustard on hot-dogs,
A New York review.
Bloomingdales and Macys,
Tiffanys by night,
Madison Square Gardens,
And Times Square delight.
It's the city of power,
The World's capital show,
New York through the ages,
All swagger and glow!
'Los Angeles Dream'
Burbank, Pasadena, Hollywood glam,
Rodeo Drive, Sunset live, Boulevard jam.
L-A-X, Long Beach sex, Melrose Place chic,
Boutique flair, in Bel Air, Western Coast speak.
Bev'ly Hills, Disney thrills, Brentwood charm,
Venice Beach, hip-hop beats, muscle boy's arm.
Chinatown, Downtown, Hollywood sign,
Summer dayze, Monterey, L.A. city time.
Burbank, Pasadena, Hollywood glam,
Rodeo Drive, Sunset live, Californian cram!
'Sleep'
Oh child of slumber,
To while away the night,
And pastel shaded quicksands
engorging souls so light.
Oh child of slumber,
Where doest thou roam so free?
A kaleidoscopic dreamscape
bleeds slowly to the sea.
Oh child of slumber,
When hooded owls shalt call,
Unconscious woodland cradles,
and lovers mother all.
Blessed child of slumber,
To hear those gentle sighs,
Your soft breaths fill a cosmos
with covert truths so wise.
Beloved child of slumber,
Betwixt angelic rows,
Float silkspun quilted cloudshapes
and cupid's feted bows.
Until a journey's closure,
A dragon's curse shalt be,
And winding blooms descending
whence daylight sets us free.
Oh child of slumber,
To while away the night,
And pastel shaded quicksands
engorging souls so light.
.... go to sleep.
'+ The Malediction Of Camelot +'
Hark, a jester's pledge shalt not dethrone a Queen's ascent,
And serfdom's plight aflame with wrath, to God's lament.
Thou ardor mauls the tempered soul that deigns to seek,
A ransom's quest as martyred hope instructs thy weak.
On hallowed grounds when knights renounce the Grail's stain,
As maidens tempt, a bounty's wage adjourns to wane.
'pon moonlit shores when fabled charms shalt cease to be,
The coven's share of plundered wealth for man to see.
As squalling dusk shall claim a price that none shalt bear,
A monarch's grave invoking scorn to tempests fare.
And celestial hosts returning 'midst the sacred hearth,
To guide the burdened earthly realms to Heaven's path
'History's Tome'
When history's tome shall cascade to a graven end,
And spirit's glass replete with mirth, no blight to tend.
The hours shall stall, the ornery pledge must cease to dwell,
Unquiet states, the banshee's waul will all but quell.
As nomads singe enchanted lands and kingdoms fall,
Muhammad's whim ensconced in tombs shall smite them all.
The questing souls returning to the holy lamb,
And scales shall weigh the penance worth as lovers damn.
As fortune's grace shall guide young fools in ways of yore,
And magic's realms reveal their lusts to bloodstained war.
When silken oaths betray a prince as legends grow,
Iniquities doth multiply and harvests sow.
Amid the bedlam, beauty's chance may yet return,
The evils of a fallen world bewitch to spurn.
Yet pure souls transcend the gloom of cheerless plains,
And Christ's lament shall pay his fold when love remains.
'The Lunar Goddess'
The doors to perception,
Second left, past Reception ...
Wild and crazed, from Elyssian haze
her Siren's call ... the bane of All.
But must We tread and winds the path,
Her warmth yet cruel, nurtures each hearth,
Learn well Her song
Fear not the curse,
The Feminine Wisdom
has healed His Earth.
Diana, Artemis, Lady of the Moonlight,
From slumber awake, the ending night...
The doors to perception,
Second left, past Reception.
'Poverty'
Penury be damned!
That wretched void of want,
of lack, the stringent pause
of night-time's follies
and universal laws.
Gilt-edged rains trade showering stacks
of chips at games, of such, ye lacks! and
cultured, white starched parties on cultivated lawns
lay luxuries for monied youths, chide idle beggar's yawns.
Grim, grief-stained avenues masking hessianed lairs,
Far placed from pleasant folk casting hardened, soulless stares.
Oh such curses on the workless paths, such punishments such pains,
That ye shall arch with industries, to succour 'midst your gains, so
Penury be damned!
That wretched void of want,
of lack, the stringent pause
to night-time's follies
and universal laws.
'Depression'
Deflation ...
that steady spiralling, downwards .... darkness .... falling ...
'Did You follow that snow-white rabbit into the depths Alice?' silence
'Did You not notice His artless wit and His temptation?'
Your curiosity was piqued!
If You climb from Your wrenched heartscape ...
Descend the marbled pagodas of hardened illusions,
Continue past those morbid Fates and find the Light source,
Then You shall find that quested for Salvation.
The dark Odyssey will end,
The bleak fables shall cease.
The neverending night will break ....
And You .... will soar .... to Elyssian worlds.
Downward
Evolution,
Pasts
Raping
Elegiac
Souls
Stifling
Individual
Odysseys
No more!
DEPRESSION.
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