Tango de Belita
Lace the night with notes,
summer's evening song.
Too swift is nightingale,
shall not lay in wait for long--
to be caged inside black bars,
como una melodía nocturna
Mist cries from scarlet eyes,
crimson petals bursting,
stepping feverously--yet
tears drop slow but with fury
and like pearls doth reflect,
mi flor de la luna.
Duh dum, dee dum, dee duh.
Watching from afar,
movement like mirages
as don quixote's tale:
imagines windmills to be dragons,
so he now sees florid bouquet,
though mystery be her veil,
su alma es olcultada en el baile.
Bloom like red carnation,
speak out like white though.
Dance in the wind for me,
and when finished--
fall as if morning snow.
Burn like fire at dawn.
Love like twighlight hour.
Cánteme el tango de Belita.
Lucid Cheshire
Can't trap the Lucid Cheshire:
The gritty teeth, bloodied shnozz,
He's the world's best supplier
For the Madness Law.
The cuckooswash sat on a poad
Gawking at what Alice had brought.
She curtsied polite, head upright,
"The Lucid Cheshire will be taught."
She lie in the garden to ensap
When Chesire came in full skip reverse,
Caggling at the Mad Hatter and Hare.
Vixen-Lily pulled out of her purse.
Took off his head, "Greetings," he said.
The elixir did infect --
What have you done? Quick make a pun!
And thus her mate was checked.
"Why should I save a Cheshire?" asked Alice.
"Because it's sanity that I will fear!"
"Put this in to sign your madness is mine,"
And since - a silver ring adorns his ear.
Foretaste
Poetry to my soul
A foundation made of gold
Tantalize with your eyes
You can't seem to disguise
That absorbing feeling
Your heart is what she's stealing.
Darker silky hair
Tossed about without a care
Sweet cherry lips,
Can't deny a sip
Flower in the wind,
Anchor against the sin
Keep your hand steady
Don't treat this as if it's petty
Jumping too ahead,
Listen to what is said.
Lest this turn into a race
Master of the foretaste.
The Seer
The stars are with me at night
Willows weep again in vain
My smoke swirls out of sight
Like a claw grasping in pain
I look at the stars over the water
They stare vacantly back at me
This lake holds all my past cigars
But nothing more will be
The moon is there to direct our fairs
Refereeing our silly games
To remind that it's play time again
Yet my mind thinks only of names
People call constantly, but I do not wish to hear
Their petty voices pierce my silent night
As I act out my role as seer
Giving good advice to myself, but not without a fight
It is the beginning of a lovely time
Yet it already feels like the end
I'm but a dozen for a measly dime
The mind that will not mend
I'd give up if I didn't see the good
Otherwise I would.
Angels and Dust and Rings
wine blue waters ring out like melodic bell
with thunder seeded clouds waiting to rupture
and by amber glow does fireflight shine
watch crescent waves slice sea like sickle
all the while fortunes do sirens sing
like nostalgic memories we let lids lie
to better envision the winged world
like thief, enters and leaves without notice
and whose words cannibalize our humanity
those untaken cry tears of ink for the dead
in hopes of passing pains of lesson by pen
salted souls ebb back to the sea
drawn back by beckon of Delphinius
both tide and men listen equitably
sand and blood left ashore
shrouded hand and face,
mirror dares not gaze upon scars
buckles and belts hold pieces together
of what once was a man
the sands of time have fallen out
and now the time no more
instead we play with pearly dice,
wrapping knuckles till they bleed
and neither rules nor rook nor
hearsay can say what we play today
it makes no sense but sense we do
for it begets a rule
a rule to which no sense is made
in the world as my tool
silly tool it may be, but silliness is me
when what we see are the strangest things
but angels and dust and rings
a promise here, a handshake there
a touch, a glance, a taste
of loony things with boots for words
shined brilliant and passed about
sunset now the light goes down
(and so they always say)
the boot loses lock and luster
so followers trek away
Cruel Tales
I wait for it readily
My dreams in guise
Why won't they come to me
Pour the sand into my eyes
Watch carefully
Both minds fighting for its love
Promises never kept
Surreptitiously
Tricking me while I slept
With the things never to be
Both hurt and soothe
Why not hand me both? How I need them both -
On those cold shores I lie
Unable to move or cry out loud
Descending silently
A dark angel in shroud
And kisses me softly
What am I to do?
Before the embrace can come
Awake to heart anew
Breaks without those cold, dark shores
Restlessly gliding through life
Dreams consume me
Grant wishes, nightmarish wife
If only a way I plea
For these cruel tales
Without any end in sight
Could be wrought with details
Manifest tonight
Come down to be my seer
If our worlds can collide
Then don't leave me alone to drown here
On those cold shores I lie
Unable to move or cry out loud
Descending silently
A dark angel in shroud
And kisses me softly
What am I to do?
Before the embrace can come
Awake to heart anew
Breaks without those cold, dark shores
And here I stand amongst
The terror rips my minds' seams
Choosing eternity of angst
Over the dream
The winged one I love
Who's touch breathes life into me
And the hand I'd rather shove
Then feel the desire by the sea
Why won't it leave me alone
If reality would only die
I could live this lie
Lace the night with notes,
summer's evening song.
Too swift is nightingale,
shall not lay in wait for long--
to be caged inside black bars,
como una melodía nocturna
Mist cries from scarlet eyes,
crimson petals bursting,
stepping feverously--yet
tears drop slow but with fury
and like pearls doth reflect,
mi flor de la luna.
Duh dum, dee dum, dee duh.
Watching from afar,
movement like mirages
as don quixote's tale:
imagines windmills to be dragons,
so he now sees florid bouquet,
though mystery be her veil,
su alma es olcultada en el baile.
Bloom like red carnation,
speak out like white though.
Dance in the wind for me,
and when finished--
fall as if morning snow.
Burn like fire at dawn.
Love like twighlight hour.
Cánteme el tango de Belita.
Lucid Cheshire
Can't trap the Lucid Cheshire:
The gritty teeth, bloodied shnozz,
He's the world's best supplier
For the Madness Law.
The cuckooswash sat on a poad
Gawking at what Alice had brought.
She curtsied polite, head upright,
"The Lucid Cheshire will be taught."
She lie in the garden to ensap
When Chesire came in full skip reverse,
Caggling at the Mad Hatter and Hare.
Vixen-Lily pulled out of her purse.
Took off his head, "Greetings," he said.
The elixir did infect --
What have you done? Quick make a pun!
And thus her mate was checked.
"Why should I save a Cheshire?" asked Alice.
"Because it's sanity that I will fear!"
"Put this in to sign your madness is mine,"
And since - a silver ring adorns his ear.
Foretaste
Poetry to my soul
A foundation made of gold
Tantalize with your eyes
You can't seem to disguise
That absorbing feeling
Your heart is what she's stealing.
Darker silky hair
Tossed about without a care
Sweet cherry lips,
Can't deny a sip
Flower in the wind,
Anchor against the sin
Keep your hand steady
Don't treat this as if it's petty
Jumping too ahead,
Listen to what is said.
Lest this turn into a race
Master of the foretaste.
The Seer
The stars are with me at night
Willows weep again in vain
My smoke swirls out of sight
Like a claw grasping in pain
I look at the stars over the water
They stare vacantly back at me
This lake holds all my past cigars
But nothing more will be
The moon is there to direct our fairs
Refereeing our silly games
To remind that it's play time again
Yet my mind thinks only of names
People call constantly, but I do not wish to hear
Their petty voices pierce my silent night
As I act out my role as seer
Giving good advice to myself, but not without a fight
It is the beginning of a lovely time
Yet it already feels like the end
I'm but a dozen for a measly dime
The mind that will not mend
I'd give up if I didn't see the good
Otherwise I would.
Angels and Dust and Rings
wine blue waters ring out like melodic bell
with thunder seeded clouds waiting to rupture
and by amber glow does fireflight shine
watch crescent waves slice sea like sickle
all the while fortunes do sirens sing
like nostalgic memories we let lids lie
to better envision the winged world
like thief, enters and leaves without notice
and whose words cannibalize our humanity
those untaken cry tears of ink for the dead
in hopes of passing pains of lesson by pen
salted souls ebb back to the sea
drawn back by beckon of Delphinius
both tide and men listen equitably
sand and blood left ashore
shrouded hand and face,
mirror dares not gaze upon scars
buckles and belts hold pieces together
of what once was a man
the sands of time have fallen out
and now the time no more
instead we play with pearly dice,
wrapping knuckles till they bleed
and neither rules nor rook nor
hearsay can say what we play today
it makes no sense but sense we do
for it begets a rule
a rule to which no sense is made
in the world as my tool
silly tool it may be, but silliness is me
when what we see are the strangest things
but angels and dust and rings
a promise here, a handshake there
a touch, a glance, a taste
of loony things with boots for words
shined brilliant and passed about
sunset now the light goes down
(and so they always say)
the boot loses lock and luster
so followers trek away
Cruel Tales
I wait for it readily
My dreams in guise
Why won't they come to me
Pour the sand into my eyes
Watch carefully
Both minds fighting for its love
Promises never kept
Surreptitiously
Tricking me while I slept
With the things never to be
Both hurt and soothe
Why not hand me both? How I need them both -
On those cold shores I lie
Unable to move or cry out loud
Descending silently
A dark angel in shroud
And kisses me softly
What am I to do?
Before the embrace can come
Awake to heart anew
Breaks without those cold, dark shores
Restlessly gliding through life
Dreams consume me
Grant wishes, nightmarish wife
If only a way I plea
For these cruel tales
Without any end in sight
Could be wrought with details
Manifest tonight
Come down to be my seer
If our worlds can collide
Then don't leave me alone to drown here
On those cold shores I lie
Unable to move or cry out loud
Descending silently
A dark angel in shroud
And kisses me softly
What am I to do?
Before the embrace can come
Awake to heart anew
Breaks without those cold, dark shores
And here I stand amongst
The terror rips my minds' seams
Choosing eternity of angst
Over the dream
The winged one I love
Who's touch breathes life into me
And the hand I'd rather shove
Then feel the desire by the sea
Why won't it leave me alone
If reality would only die
I could live this lie
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