The story of Pandora.
Zeus was an angry God
Cause man accepted fire
To get revenge, and very soon
It was his one desire
With the help of the other gods
He made the first woman
He placed a veil upon her head
And this story then began.
The lady’s name it was Pandora
For Epimetheus she was a gift
Who took her as his bride to be
Which gave him such a lift
Zeus gave them as a wedding gift
A lovely wooden chest
He told them not to open it
It would cause unhappiness.
He put the chest out of his sight
He knew he would not need it
After all, he had Pandora
And this pleased him quite a bit
One day Pandora found the chest
And she asked him ‘what is this’?
Epimetheus told her not to touch it
Said ‘that’s the way it is’.
Pandora thought about that chest
She went to check it out
Then she heard these voices speak
And she had pangs of doubt
As the voices said ‘Oh, please Pandora
You have to let us go’
And in the end she opened it
Though why, she did not know.
Then bang, the lid did open wide
And an icy wind blew out
Pandora she was blown over
She was blown all about
Slimy creatures, with growling voices
Did crawl out from the chest
Pandora looked at all of this
And she was not impressed.
‘I am disease said one foul beast
I’m cruelty said another
I am pain, and she’s old age
This voice came from some other
I’m disappointment, he is hate
Said another slimy creature
As one by one these ugly beasts
They all of them did feature.
I’m jealousy, and he is war
Another creature said
And I am death said the softest voice
I fill you full of dread’
The creatures oozed on out of windows
And slithered all around
As all the plants, and flowers shriveled
What destruction could be found.
The fruit on the trees, it all went mouldy
The sky turned filthy yellow
The sound of crying filled the sky
Some would holler, some would bellow.
Pandora crashed that lid on down
Then she heard a sweet voice say
“I am hope, please let me go
You will need me some day’
Pandora lifted up the lid
A butterfly flew out
As she was battered by the wind
Life did a turn about
As a watery sun came out
And shone upon the flowers
Everything came back to life
And all regained their power.
1 February 2014 @ 1530hrs.
i read your words and know your pain
i feel your heart and wish in vain
no one should feel as lonely as you
every soul deserves to be happy and true
smile now, just for smile's sake
warm your mind and erase the hate
keep your heartbeat strong and rejoice
love and joy is your best choice
don't feel the hurt or regret the life
even though you may be filled with strife
remember the good times that was had
look toward the better ones to outshine the bad
it may seem like the world will surely end
that a heart ripped in two can never mend
if you should know nothing else than this
know that you are loved and truly missed
a poor woman's ballad, told in her p.o.v
I ain't got a dime in nobody's bank
...and I ain't got...just to be quite frank
I ain't got a paycheck from nobody's job
I aint got nothing...luckily, I don't go out and rob
I ain't got a car from nobody's lot
...and I ain't got...to be wasting in nobody's slot
I ain't got a house on nobody's land
I ain't got a pot to piss in, sometimes I pee in a can
I ain't got no jewelry from nobody's store
I ain't got it no more, cause they caught me at the door
I ain't got a stove to be cooking nobody's food
...and I ain't got a refridgerator to be keeping jack...cool
I ain't got the strength to be giving nobody a hand
...and I damn sholl' don't have a bed to be keeping nobody's man
I ain't got no butter to put with this toast and I ain't got no spread to put with this bread
...so therefore, I ain't got no food to be keeping nobody fed
I ain't got no cash to be letting nobody borrow a dub(20 dlrs)
...and I ain't got no money to be getting in nobody's club
I ain't got no fancy clothes, high-tech whatcha- ma- call-its or no shoes made by nobody...
but I do have a couple of things, thanks to somebody
you see...I ain't got no riches that could be considered wealth
but I went to the doctor yesterday, he told me I was in good health
I ain't got nothing really to be giving, but I woke up this morning...so therefore I am living
I ain't wearing no designer dress, but somehow, I ain't even stressed
I ain't got no diamonds hanging down my chest
...but I'm good...cause somebody keep me alive...so therefore I am blessed
Travis was not tired one bit, he had no intention of sleeping.
He desired more than blankets and covers, and the promises his sheets lay keeping.
In bed, he squirmed, as the candlelight burned, he tossed and turned on his side.
-Oh that he could be someone, somewhere far away, he could be Sir Travis, the Knight.
"Gather round this table" he'd bellow to all, "a dragon approaches the town!"
While villagers trembled, the brave ran away, but Sir Travis, the knight, stood his ground.
This dragon blew flames of blue from his mouth, not a pupil was seen in stare.
But Sir Travis approached, undeterred by smoke, and the fury awaiting him there.
Black were the wings of the serpent whose talons were known to cut armor.
Swift was Sir Travis, his shield, unyielding as sure as his galloping charger.
Fields of wheat were blown back from the impact of sword ringing notes against claw.
Songs sung by creatures of flight were silenced amidst the screaming and brew ha.
A dust hurricane strained to obscure the view from the townspeople watching outside.
The noise and the power unleashed from both sides ensured there was not a dry eye.
And from the cacophony a silhouette formed and a figure emerged from the ashes.
Triumphant, our savior, his sword raised, there was that brave Knight called Sir Travis.
And the villagers cheered and the trumpets sang tributes of many peaceful times to come.
And tales were told of Sir Travis' Dragon and passed down from the old to the young.
-Yet, that night, Travis was not tired one bit, and he had no intention of sleeping.
He desired more than blankets and covers, and the promises his sheets lay keeping.
but to his bed he returned, as the candlelight burned; he lay down and closed his eyes,
As the moon smiled in phase, he again became someone, somewhere far away..
He was Sir Travis.
Sir Travis, the Knight.
If in your veins ,you still hear the horses` silver hoofs,
And the copper moon escapes its smile on the roofs ,
Don't let them go alone as Pope Puiu did before to die :
He watched the empty wall and said his dream was just a lie.
His sleepy devil darling,
And lots of angels sing…
The song of Falstaff-Pope Puiu , my dear old mate:
Half is lowing as a mule: grave, grim and obstinate;
He crushes the dark with white hoofs ,
He asks Coco , his brother to stand aloof,
While the fire was consuming their old roof…
The rest is mixture of lullaby and gospel …
The ember of desert slowly trying to spell:
JOB lives in me:
Lonely like a tree…
Coco wore white chilblains after long sleeping on snow.
Puiu wore heartburns ,and other inner wounds that grow…
They knew the ice and rude Siberian wind that froze
The parents` soul, the smiling sun, the rare rose
Of our old recollections with crossed golden swords…
But now, the grass knows a new play upon words:
There my thoughts were turned into stone.
I drink, friend, because I forget things; I feel alone
Like a syllogism burned by the life's light;
Like a hoof of mule crushing the night.
Under the rusty leafage and grass` oppression deep,
The unseen roots, much loneliness and secrets keep.
Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.
Fifteen well made men going on their steeds
To get their brides leap over the strand
The brunt hills in search of a namer
Drying fast to justify conscript of land.
Twilled with a broach and a ring wintry
The death stalks the hill with sickled moon
The leaden sheen on the steed’s back
Has turned the night’s face into a roon.
Late late yesterday I saw the moon
Full bodied like a new sickled maned
The death will stalk these streets tonight
And am afraid of downy owl’s nickled bane.
Come on fair ladies hang your hair down
Over the fair head over the abordour
The fifteen men have gone to castle waste
And along came the death to devour.
Go saddle me the black black steed
The merry castle keep has hovelled a cry
Though death stalks every haste and waste
And brawny cheeks of gypsie have gone dry.
The Stranger: by Paul Gray
A stranger asked me for a light
One day whilst on a walk
I said, I'm sorry, no I don't
So he began to talk
He spoke of how his life had been
And how he'd loved and lost
Of how on her he'd spent it all
A worthy life long cost
He spoke about her lovely face
The one he'd often kissed
About their lives together
Of three children that he missed
I offered him some money but
He said, "no thanks I'm fine"
He didn't smell of alcohol
And his manner was benign
He simply asked if I'd allow
A moment, time to talk
So I took a seat there on the curb
Postponing there my walk
The cars went by as did the time
He offered up his pain
His aging cheeks so withered there
As tears dripped off like rain
An hour passed, no maybe three
Then night and cold set in
The light pole where he leaned his head
Seemed comforting just then
This guy was someone's brother
Someone's husband, someone's dad
He'd loved and lived and thanked his God
For all the things he'd had
While destitute he kept his pride
Of pity, wanted none
But just an ear to hear his tale
Before this life was done
His story seemed quite genuine
With tears no one could fake
He wasn't bum nor homeless
And my cash he wouldn't take
He fumbled in his pocket and
Produced one folded piece
His shaking hand reached out to me
In silence, voice surcease
The picture dropped, his finger tips
Relaxed and there he sighed
He smiled, said keep her close and warm
And then my new friend died
Now days and months and years have passed
Ten seasons came and went
Still often now as evening falls
On him my thoughts are spent
What message this conveys to me
Remains untold I boast
But in my heart this tale suggests
To me what matters most
These days that picture of his wife
Lives warm upon my mantle
And beside it stands that old man's urn
And between them burns a candle
High on a hill, deep in a sea,
where it is I fall, just bury me.
Raise no stone to mark my spot
write me a ballad so I'll not be forgot.
Say I was a scallywag.
Say I was a brute.
Say I was good lookin'
in my birthday suit.
Say I loved the women,
say they loved me back.
Say my eyes were blue
and my hair was black.
Say I didn't live this long,
say I died a youth.
Write for me a ballad
it doesn't have to be the truth.
Make my ballad a joyful song
so they'll sing of me for ages long.
Remember me; name or face
write me a ballad in either case.
Say I drove the husbands
and the preachers mad.
Say I drank up all the beer,
before a drop went bad.
Say the law could not catch me,
say I ran too fast.
Say I kissed the ladies,
before I made my dash.
Say I was a rounder
and I was forever on the sly.
Write a ballad about me,
even if it is a lie.
Put my ballad to a tune
sing it from July to June.
Sing it to every drunk and bum
too drunk to sing they can only hum.
Don't say I was a gentleman.
Don't say I loved my wife..
Don't say I helped my neighbors,
almost all my life.
Don't let them know how hard I work,.
don't let them know I cry.
Don't let them know I love the Lord
until the day I die.
Don't say I went to church
or I had a heart of gold.
Don't write a ballad about me,
the truth is better told.
Break my legs and make me run
Take my sight and give me the sun
Throw me down without a rope
And I’ll still climb to find my hope
Burn my flesh, don’t tell me why
Make a game of silence when I cry
Teach me wrong and say all’s right
But I’ll still crawl and find a place of light
It’s all I am when truth will fade
Even alone, and in my grave
I keep rising despite my hurt
Because in my darkness I can feel the earth
Crawled through hell and found myself
My strength’s still here, so is my health
The burns have made my skin so tough
And my deeper vision can see my love
It’s all I am when lies will leave
I can not fall, I’ll always breathe
I keep ascending despite the dark
Because the deepest fears can’t take my heart