Strange Beasts

  STRANGE BEASTS We no longer Dwell in forests The woods or Hunt, ponder About nature Instead We walk through Graveyards On sunny days Admiring the Headstones Of those Who once did Or watch Movies At the mall Gather Our food At Trader Joe’s Drink purified Water from Plastic containers And still Allow morons To…

OF CONVERSATIONS, FRIENDS & ANGELS

OF CONVERSATIONS FRIENDS & ANGELS   Today I come to you In the memory Of old friends Conversation Over lost time And lost years That have Mysteriously Vanished In both tragedy And revelation Grief And silence Detached from This mere Mortal coil To remember them; They who were Once here and They who once loved…

Death Is Open For Business

DEATH IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS First? I stopped by for Emily And then for all her friends Sometimes (over the years) I still forget all their Names Writers, poets Actors & the commonplace Of sorts, and the royalty always Received special discounts And deals You see you might know me I’ve been doing this for…

The spirit lives as long as someone who lives remembers you

“The spirit lives as long as someone who lives remembers you”     An angel goes to her rest, Never more to suffer. God brings her soul to Heaven. Earth buries what she left behind. Lo, though we cry for her sleep. Alive, shall she always remain.   ~ Unknown     ________________ “Death steals…

IF

  “If death is like a sonnet then life would be a haiku. The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic with the last breath~ love, words fading and floating off into the abyss that is space whilst our everyday lives or days more important than normal become just a mere whisper in only…

Remembering Lou Reed, Poet~Musician~Pioneer

  PLAYING MUSIC lS NOT LIKE ATHLETICS Playing music is not like athletics: One may improve with age. The untrained mind with natural talents reflects the part and never the whole it is too narrow to perceive itself. Its goals erase themselves. May I have your ear, that curlicued receptor of sound? (If this were…

Death Is a Beautiful Car Parked Only By Richard Brautigan

Death is a beautiful car parked only to be stolen on a street lined with trees whose branches are like the intestines of an emerald. You hotwire death, get in, and drive away like a flag made from a thousand burning funeral parlors. You have stolen death because you’re bored. There’s nothing good playing at…

No Man’s Land The area of land riddled with barbed wire and corpses and heavily defended between two enemy trenches. No soldier would want to find themselves there.

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

  And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through…