Happened to get the message
After it had its run
All about how I reached the conclusion
Of an epic I've not begun
Planting the seed for a deed that won't be undone
Certainly is misguided
Coming from somewhere cold
Deep in a pit of hypocrisy
Where the fallacy must be told
Where the possessions of dreamers get bought and sold
Permanent disagreement
With what I know I've seen
Meant to hide an embarrassing symptom of the obscene
Under a screen
Better stay on the lookout
And careful not to fall
When one is expected to pay the whole balance
Of a havoc that hits us all
No need to see more details thrown to the fire
Or to erase the grace of the queenly choir
Always the time to climb out of my black hole
Only another backward step to my goal
I have an enquiry
A fair one entirely
I see the disparity
But I hope it makes it through
Is freedom an ocean wide
Or more like a place to hide?
and does the noise of your TV upset her?
The black night upon the sea
Is one that belongs to me
I traded serenity
For a less than stunning view
With faces as hard as stone
And anguish as bare as bone
Where deprivation gets learned to the letter
Trying to live in a dying world
Where the brave banner would unfurl
So impossibly
Measure me for the perfect fit
But don't you dare to contradict
My philosophy
There's always an effort spent
To listen to some lament
And maybe my tragedies
Have been more than were my due
Experience always pays
By how much the moment flays
Until you're sorry enough to know better
A positive connection
An unexpected smile
Offered free to a casualty
In most unassuming style
I've little cause to question
The salutary spin
But seize on what makes the most of my lot
And throw caution to the wind
Warm fuzzy phrases of Halcyon days as they fly
Shockingly soon to see cornflowers bloom in the rye
A pause in the discussion
I scramble for a line
She's already heard everything i could say
At least for the hundredth time
Knowingly swayed by the showy parade of the lost
Finding the line that the majorette, winding, once crossed
Rosy reflections upon the horizon amaze
Given to glimmer in new and exuberant ways
There's a harmless looking incubus
Trying to corrupt your mind
Whose intentions have grown obvious
And the malice lurking behind
Further testing the treachery of a smile
Fangs exposed in a fleeting bid to beguile
Though appearing in a female form
Never more a cunning disguise
As she lounges freely at the dorm
Hoping they will never get wise
Closing in on the confidence of prey
Easy go when you know they won't run away
She can stand up in the dazing light
Sport a halo held by a wire
But the blot I see upon her white
Would for no one be a thing to admire
Nothing much but to clutch at the open air
Aspirations descending to disrepair
Linger on in the dim of the setting sun
Piercing cries waking sleepers not a one
Now I'm keeping to my diet and drinking lots of red wine. I don't want any criticizing of my life saving red wine. I'd rather be sloshed than dead.
It might help people in their seventies to respect me more if they took into account my extra years from being reincarnated. I'm really 20 years older than they are. I'm a reincarnated middle-aged musician from the early 1960's. At the time I was in my forties, but the blond Sandra Dee's in bikinis still wanted me to play my guitar at their beach parties. They'd come to visit my shack on the beach and be frantically greeted by my pet goat Pete, running and jumping up and down the length of the clothesline - to which his collar was firmly affixed by a shiny metal chain. They'd hang around to watch me practice the ukulele. I'd sing to them about how I wanted to knock them out and throw them to the sharks. One thing would lead to another, and, well, you know the story. Gosh, it feels so real that I just know that it must be true.
