Time Was when I heard a loud raging fire
and the sound of glory raised from the ash,
when my Sometime World long playing higher
dazzled the age with a hot vinyl flash!
That Flying V Fender Strat Blowin’ Free
amplified in my ear and in my brain,
and The King Will Come slowly unto me
when I hear the piper and drum again.
In beauty of Leaf and Stream evermore
burns that hypnotic wishbone ash in us,
like a Warrior at the gates of war
to rise again the legend of Argus.
And in the end a new age will record
the great band of four who Throw Down the Sword.
Written: April 2008
Argus was a 1972 album by British
band, Wishbone Ash. Still a classic!
Categories:
argus, music, tribute,
Form: Sonnet
wildflower meadow
a treasure trove of wildlife
the brown argus flies
Categories:
argus, butterfly, nature, summer,
Form: Haiku
When the King Will Come
Time was, in dreams and memories
Of the day we may at last stream free rising strong
Willingly Blowing Free taking toll
Words to confirm what has gone before,
A responsibility that tugs at the strings
I find myself a Warrior fighting all who opposed
Into the ember horizon where earth and sky meet
Warriors walk like leaves that fall into a Stream
Sometime a world in the form of crystal tears, will purge them gone
And throw down the sword
When the king will come
9/25/2015
TRACKS:3 Time Was, Sometime World, Blowin`Free, The King Will Come, Leaf and Stream, Warrior, Throw Down the Sword
Categories:
argus, war,
Form: Free verse
I inhabited a small house near the shore
where the fishes of men hauled their nets,
in dawn’s waters under boats
of wood sheltered by thinning masts.
Time was when they were like kin of god
Trying to feed the hunger of men;
with bodies burnt by a merciless sun
as hands, blowin' free,
allayed 2,000 souls or more.
Riding through for many hours, to catch food
They now pray for bounty when nights break,
While we strum guitars, " The king will come",
That would supply our children’s bowls.
Our trawlers arrive and throw the sword
Weary from roughened winds, leaf, and streams
Yet,I watch them smiling under a darkened cloud,
Looking like apostles of our tiny harbor.
Brian's Select A
Categories:
argus, fishing, men,
Form: Verse
Save the government
Sworn to protect its people
Stop jiving freedom
Categories:
argus, political,
Form: Haiku
You weren’t aware that notes could kill,
And yet every human sleeps
To the soft melody of their life;
Ignorance is most tragic, and you for
All your vision could not see the blatant world.
You were a favorite tool, and I weep
Seeing myself in you. You’re leaking
Our blood as your eyes turn a wax
Disfocus, and I wonder of that which
I haven’t seen, what shadows of this sun?
They’ll be thunder for his lightning –
They will marry agony over you
And rear a family of miseries. I wished
To oppose, but all stars are fixed and I
Too have my place and purpose in Heaven.
I live now to know my flute is a spear,
And from this day, the blade of each
Note will hack some flesh of memory
Unto the plate of my eyes, and I will
Know, and do know, what darkens the light.
I pluck these feathers from my sandals
So as to close your abandoned orbs
And shield them from the unseen one;
And I add these tears to the river
Of sorrow and my heart to the stones
Which smooth in Lethe.
Categories:
argus, death, loss, sad,
Form: Epitaph