Generation, slide like land?
Fall into the sea?
Toil, tamarind! Much is planned!
So then, file my plea!
Weather, looking bad of late.
Volcanic my hate!
Cross the world or just the strait?
Better set the date!
Thunder, roll above us all!
Floodwaters to rise!
Fate and Fortune, fill the hall!
He who seeks the prize:
Here is one last riddle!
Nothing is to last?
Play, O second fiddle?
Goblin, ghoul, and ghast.
Yellow as the sky on Mars?
Get them when they come!
Flicker, harpsichord! Thy stars!
Deadly beats the drum!
Wall atop the northern waste?
How bad does it taste?
Nighttime women, staying chaste?
Turkey, long for baste?
Calibrate! Do not be late!
Suffer from it first?
Garment white as powder! Bait!
Plans of foemen burst!
Come to Now, brothers, and how!
Firewood after dark.
Compliments, O sacred cow!
Fling and flicker stark.
Could be, O my sages.
Riddles wrought in rhyme.
Time, bequeath thy ages!
Prime o'er Soul? Sublime.
Tapping on the clipboard?
Fingernail or pen?
Dragon, will ye guard thy hoard?
Fennel, fire, and fen...
Oblique? Carelessness, critique?
Frequency, catch flame!
Will the strong succor the weak?
If they want food, claim.
Catch up on thy sleep? Dig deep.
Cross the boneyard? Creep.
Preparation! Want to weep?
Stack behind the heap!
Present in the moment?
It's better that ye be.
Rebellions to foment?
Sink foemen in the sea.
Wind, rattle the weathervane!
Let the boy explain?
Yes, before we toss in main!
After a spring rain!
Educate for poppies?
Dreamers, why wile away?
Fish for gold or crappies?
O for, some sunny day.
Fright or plight? Best be polite?
Doom and dynamite!
Gods of death, thy dun delight!
Lone in line of sight...
Tread not on me, brother!
To live is to expand.
Deterrence! Slay the Other!
Cold core countermand!
Boots a-click-clack, cobblestone.
Midnight raid and how!
Help the boy to hold his own!
Sacred, O my cow!
Written in the ancient s blood?
Time to cause a flood!
Rill and river, ricin, rud!
Break, fade, flash, firewood!
Bats before the bayonets?
Batons too can kill.
Settle in before she sets?
Providence, thy will.
Wild as any modern force?
Stranger than the sea?
Shift, O river, from thy course?
Not the likes of me!
Covert action! Civilize!
Cut them down to size!
Aim for whites of foemen eyes!
Dare to criticize?
Thunder, roll o'er city street!
Alarums to ring!
Riot team, best ye complete!
Jerk them on the string!
Silent aftermath, thy path.
Kingdom, how ye grew.
Pour out poison on the math!
Hope, need talking to...
A dream is either a kaleidoscope glance of the past
Or a haphazard vision of tomorrow,
Its speed varies; it is occasionally slow or fast.
If you cannot dream, you are essentially dead,
There is no viable hope, only sore sorrow.
Nothing is normal and everything is sad.
Dream every night, young men and women,
So you can change the world for the better,
So you can find solutions for people, who are bitter,
Sick and deranged, and for the dying foemen.
Dream and don’t fall asleep while walking.
There is a time for everything,
A time to dream,
Or to stare at the moon;
A time to sing,
To get away, and to enjoy a spoon
Of ice cream.
Hebert Logerie Friday, March 14, 2014
To close your eyes forever in hopes it dulls your pain. Twisted
bodies, broken blades, men far removed from sane.
Shrouded chaos in the fog, mind hellbent on the cause. No remorse, no
time for thought, forsaken oaths and laws.
Battle sounds of phantom wars, the cries of long dead men. A fight now
waged within your head, this one you cannot win. No rest though you
are weary and kept up late at night. Reliving all your actions,
dividing wrong from right.
No escape, no return, can't turn back on all you've done. You've waged
these wars, you've let their blood, in battles lost and won. Age hath
taken all the things that foemen never could. You've lost your sight,
you've lost your strength and forgotten all that's good.
Looking back no fondness found in all that's left behind. You'd look
deeper into why you seethe, if you could stomach what you find. It's all
done now you're worn so thin from serving in the fights. You've proven
only that you can slay, you who once were knights.
The man of might delights
in challenges of brawls.
The hardships hight his heart
to falling fields of fights,
to face foemen fearsome,
seeking to hero slay,
this leman of Mjolnir.
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