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Come, let us walk this broken street, you and I;
Explore the infamy we share before we die.
After all, will death not seize man's birthright
When this day gives way to night?
Signposts all along the way, today,
Creaking in the autumn wind as they sway
And swing their monolithic rhapsody -
No time to gently die with dignity;
Our tongues so rough and dry
Must see the wasted remnants
Of the world, before we die.
You ask me why?
Observations made though flawed as art,
Is all we have as we depart.
Our eyes observe for those whose
Eyes have long been pearls
Within the locusts' den
Where fog and dust now swirls.
I hear no sound of water's drip -
All is rock and pebbled sod.
No sound of wind-whipped sail
On seabound ship,
Nor voices raised in praise of God.
All be still at His last will!
Come, let us turn this corner to the past,
For there is where we find
All unexpected treasure mined
Will never last;
Our blood can boil
In passion's heat,
But cools and turns to dust
- complete -
After all, will death not seize man's birthright
When this day gives way to night?
Where are the jewels once sparkling in the sun
And woven through her black and braided hair?
The pyramids stand idle, each and every one,
Above the bones that wither there.
Was not their time as equal then
As ours is equal now?
And who should steal the sacredness
Within the sacred cow?
Those who follow desert prophets proud,
Or those without perception
Shouting loudest from the crowd?
Hear the purloined jester chuckle from the grave.
His light and airy voice spoke truth
About the grayness of the cave -
Plato's shadows tell the tale,
How reasoned men will surely fail.
After all, will death not seize man's birthright
When this day gives way to night?
Come, and you will see the mystery
That none have seen before -
The glory of society
Before the tyranny of war.
Nothing stays unique
Beneath this vast expanse of sky -
Lest brightness buries bleak
Which is unique,
As you and I pass by.
Come, if you will,
Notice all these brittle leaves
Upon the broken street,
So still,
As autumn breezes cease - complete.
After all, did death not seize man's birthright
As this day gave way to night?
You ever heard those people who
always spout these conspiracies?
Think there’s schemes behind everything,
it’s just so laughable to me!
Like remember a few years back,
in the days of the orange man,
he claimed that his first opponent
had hatched some convoluted plan
to provide false information
to out intelligence people,
that made him seem a Russian planet
who was all sorts of criminal?
How ridiculous can you be
to think they would go to such lengths,
really now, when you think on it,
it just doesn’t make any sen—
…wait, what?...It was fabricated?...Multiple testimonies…a disgraced spy…uh…well, So what? Even a broken clock is right twice a day.
But they you heard all of the claims
from this same orange president,
that the leader before him had
used wire taps to great extent,
had even tapped the man’s office
during the height of the campaign,
I mean talk about paranoid,
this kind of stuff is just insane.
To think in a democracy
our leaders would dream of such things
seems more to me like mad ravings
from a man when he’s losi—
…wait…they have the applications? It’s documented?...Based on ginned up charges….all from a joke they didn’t like? That happened?!...For real?
Well, forget the politicos,
this goes beyond halls of power,
remember just a few years back
when a loud man yelled and glowered
about how frogs were ‘turning gay’
from the chemicals in our streams,
and some people believed this rot,
to be that dumb in just obscene!
Like in our more enlightened times,
where we now cherish Mother Earth,
we’d turn blind eyes to chemical
strong enough to inflict such hurt.
This is not the 1950s,
we would not tolerate such things,
why would people believe this fool,
his conspiracies add noth—
…wait, huh? Female birth control…enters though the toilets…hormones cause mutation in fish and repitles? Hermaphordites…sexual dysfunction….we can’t filter it out… we’ve known for twenty years?!!...conflicts with women's issues...political sacred cow?...Oh...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
I established a rapport
with the Sacred Cow
and it stepped all over my toes
the oil of anointment in my crankcase
I was limping worthy of an asterisk
an army of monks couldn't keep me pure
laughing all the way to the blank
Hell has its saints too
my food chain has a dog on one end
pet my good luck hump if you must
or my scarred and bleeding shins
the Siberian delegate exhales belligerently
after exterminating the wooly mammoth
humanity is the only species
counting the days
badly trained by fire ants and monkey uncles
I've contacted the hunchback sperm banks
for a below zero safe deposit box
hmm that won't grip the road either
separated at birth by a faulty wall socket
while descending through the atmospherics
with a license to lounge
upon the mules of creation
like butter through hunger
only in your head holy man
expletives erupted from his throat
making antic come here gestures
while camping under Bigfoot's foot
a sea of irritants sending messages
through my lawyers Rugburn & Nosebleed
you vampires should be in bed at this hour
if only because monotony generates subtlety
we played 'em right into the net
sent the boys off on a Nanking holiday
to animate something foul and oafish
that's now clogging the sewers
kill the spankers slit their throats
like the moon through a windy fog
one thing blending into another
fueling up with ignorance again
but I don't see how we could wreak hell
any more than the universe
already buggering ahead does
even with bear claws over our hands
for protection or decor
like a hotel banquet ice carver
in an encounter with the Dancing Strumpets
anti-inert at least
his frozen uncertainty runneth over
in a renunciation of befuddlement
by the often pillaged soul
living a farcical incoherent nightmare
slammed through the one chance swinging gate
and went clomping into showbiz
with a gypsy clan of Yiddish fiddlers
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This time, I sing the praise of ecclesiatical love.
Though not esoteric, thou followers never allow
to think it beyond the sinister bodily move.
O' never touch it, that is a sacred cow!
which makes me wonder what is love?
When that thing has gotten so low; i vow
there is something that i got to show.
I love my love, told my friend when i quizzed,
cherished his nth love. But just before kissed
his (n-1)th love, ritualised the MoU and finally buried.
Love is an ocean claimed my friend, who spews
everytime when tasted water. Deep down the ocean he dives,
thrives but when reached the brackish lagoons,he skews.
Love is blind told another, when she is not bothered
of her anorexic size zero- a licence to get tethered?
Happily abandoned their loved parents as they are feathered.
Indeed she showered her love on her parents at an early stage
Her love just slithered when she got a posh and lovely date.
The immortal of the mortals, you named it love
an oaf's hormonal misfiring? galloping generaton's conduit?
smokescreen to lust? passport to brain's prostration?
an unplugged persecution? spielberg's avtar?
a pandora's box? a frankenstein monster? a nelson's eye?
a monkey on your back? or a touch screen monitor?
geez! Iam still in an ambivalent mood!
Is love - greek's Eros? chaldean's shedu?
Freud's ***** envy? oedipus complex?
electra complex? legitimate sex addiction?
a parent's affection, strictly and only, to their child -
then why the missing gender?
Is that the worm's eye view of an eagle? or
just the eagle's eye view of a worm?
As usual, my instinct blossomed and spread the scent of wisdom
love is a connecting wood in a ladder between the unconnected two
love is honey in the life of a bee and a flower
love is bliss in devotee and the divine
love is thirst for a man in the desert
love is sugar in a juicy mix of lime and water
love is also the fuddle of a drunkard with the drink
Warrior, Cast Down To Earth, To Dark Beast Smite
" From what magical realm do you now flee,
With silver belted sword and bright armor,
And awesome power of a Hercules,
Gifted with the face of a true charmer?"
"From Odin's realm, Halls of Valhalla's best,
With power of Thor and orders to smite,
Deep darkness in this world, at your bequest,
Return good, drive away beasts of the night."
"I give thy master greatest of my vows,
Purest in his faith, holding firm his creed,
Drink wine of his grapes, milk of sacred cow,
If failing this, may my life away bleed."
"Indeed, as such would be true if thee fail,
For thy hand and faithful heart have both sworn,
To Master of Realm, where light never pales,
To serve mightiest of heroes there born."
" I pray thee, again here my vow, sworn words,
In true honor and piety given,
Pleadings from we wretched swept into herds,
As slaves with no hope of ever liven'."
"Fail thee not of thy honor and brave heart,
I was sent to slay that foulest of beasts,
Destroy its wandering hordes, rip apart,
Its ravenous jaws, stop its nightly feasts."
"I pray thee success and with grateful soul,
Beg thy master that thee comes to no harm,
Thy course is set to honorable goal,
I now see no cause for future alarm."
"Fear not my lady, this shall now be done,
My sword now drawn, I go to dark beast slay,
Victory's sign shall be red setting sun,
From this night's moon, see me flying away."
"I pray thee, thy heart and sword-arm cuts true,
Thy courage wavers not, thy blows hit hard,
Our love, deepest respect thus flies with you,
Our hero warrior, our Odin sent guard."
Robert J. Lindley, 5-23-2018
Rhyme, (Myths, Legends and Truths)
Note- Original version 1974, rewritten this morn, a major rewrite- thus dating this as created today...
Tell me, my friend, when can I send
My spirit gently into that good night?
How many times do I have to die
Before I get it right?
Every car crash, train wreck,
Overdose, misstep,
Splintered bone, rug burn,
Danger zone, poisoned cup,
Open sore, bitter root,
Slammed door, rotten fruit,
Tool shed, chicken shack,
Demon seed, heart attack,
Foul deed, flash flood,
Drowning pool, splattered mud,
Ridicule, taut noose,
Hanging tree, hot seat,
Safety latch, knotted sheet,
Lover’s leap, cruel twist,
Sudden shift, slashed wrist,
Whiskey breath, itchy wool,
Charges due, paid in full,
Circus freak, Judas kiss,
Hide and seek, losing streak,
Broken tooth, swollen lip,
Busted jaw, sinking ship,
Hard luck, hockey puck,
Sucker punch, mother f*ck,
Hot iron, nasty cold,
Phantom limb, flat spin,
Steel glove, rusty nail,
Faded love, hammer claw,
Twenty gauge, monkey paw,
Tombstone, gaping maw,
Friendly fire, lost and found,
Piano wire, last rites,
Foul deed, prairie dust,
Jimson weed, stock tip,
Bad trip, razor blade,
Muscle rip, chain saw,
Pole axe, pin prick,
Candle wax, crack pipe,
Dope ball, monster high,
Bad call, de-tox,
Padlocks, sweat box,
Ticking clocks, hair lip,
Pratfall, bull whip,
Brass balls, matching set,
Sacred cow, tangled net,
Marriage vow, and every other
Barren point of blackness
That litters the
Eternal Book of Life
Are only punctuations
In its bloody text,
While waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting
For the death
That’s written next.
Epitaph Of An Old Friend, An Honorable Man
He wore not great riches nor riding cloak,
Yet stood tall and regal as mighty oak,
No drops of greedy sweat fell from his brow,
worldly wealth was to him no sacred cow:
His enemies found he knew not retreat
Yet he was a pleasant fellow to meet
He had an inner force, massive power
Stood against world, like a castle tower.
As mighty oak he withstood stormy winds
Found joy with his neighbors and dearest friends
His home a castle without guarding moat
Man of letters, he with inner soul wrote:
Poetry and songs devised to bring cheer
Whether home or at taverns drinking beer
His oath, vowing to treat one and all fair
A gentle man, yet cross him few would dare.
Had you known him and his honor so true,
Fairly he would take the measure of you,
If found worthy, happily shake your hand,
Let you hunt on his grandfather's wild lands:
Be a trusty friend, should you ask for more
From his table, his wines so freely pour
Full of vigor, to the needy he gave
Many a poor family did he save.
He wore not great riches nor riding cloak,
Yet stood tall and regal as mighty oak,
No drops of greedy sweat fell from his brow,
worldly wealth was to him no sacred cow:
His enemies found he knew not retreat
Yet he was a pleasant fellow to meet
He had an inner force, massive power
Stood against world, like a castle tower.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-15-2018
Rhyme, ( The Epitaph Of A Dearly Departed Friend )
After Midnight
The narcissists fall
After Midnight
A new lyric calls
After Midnight
The bugles will blow
After Midnight
There’s more left to know
After Midnight
The lizards collect
After Midnight
All tales to reflect
After Midnight
The ticking won’t stop
After Midnight
The bottom has topped
After Midnight
A cancerous tome
After Midnight
Malignancy known
After Midnight
Betray and deceive
After Midnight
Alone in the siege
After Midnight
All footsteps fall deaf
After Midnight
Last palate uncleft
After Midnight
New story to front
After Midnight
A star for the dunce
After Midnight
The comets rebel
After Midnight
The coroners yell
After Midnight
A suit made of steel
After Midnight
Its melting reveals
After Midnight
The plain and the slack
After Midnight
There’s no turning back
After Midnight
A sacred oath sworn
After Midnight
All memory forlorn
After Midnight
The wheels bend and turn
After Midnight
Lost vision relearns
After Midnight
False birth is stillborn
After Midnight
Old vestments are torn
After Midnight
The here and the now
After Midnight
That one sacred cow
After Midnight
Past-Future unseen
After Midnight
—new eyes that believe
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
After Midnight
The narcissists fall
After Midnight
A new lyric calls
After Midnight
Last bugle to blow
After Midnight
There’s more left to know
After Midnight
The lizards collect
After Midnight
Old tales to reflect
After Midnight
The ticking will stop
After Midnight
The bottom will top
After Midnight
A cancerous tome
After Midnight
Malignancy known
After Midnight
Betray and deceive
After Midnight
Alone in the siege
After Midnight
All footsteps fall deaf
After Midnight
Lost palates are cleft
After Midnight
New story to front
After Midnight
Two stars for the dunce
After Midnight
The comets rebel
After Midnight
The coroners yell
After Midnight
A suit made of steel
After Midnight
Its melting reveals
After Midnight
That voice in the back
After Midnight
There’s no turning back
After Midnight
A sacred oath sworn
After Midnight
All memory forlorn
After Midnight
The wheels bend and churn
After Midnight
Lost vision returns
After Midnight
False birth is stillborn
After Midnight
Old vestments are torn
After Midnight
The here and the now
After Midnight
That one sacred cow
After Midnight
Past-Future unseen
After Midnight
—creation redeemed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
A Texan rancher Samuel Maverick,
Who never his calves and cattle branded,
That caused to create the word maverick—
An eccentric rebel born of cow shed!
Now, before the word breached its national,
Borders it meant ‘all cattle unbranded’,
And before that, ‘one unconventional’,
Mutating still: ‘master-less quadruped’.
Today, hidebound means man narrow-minded,
Long back it meant skinny cattle of drought,
Bare to bones and ribs all but sticking out,
Hidebound is man parochial, pettyhead!
Holy cow’, one may say to interject,
It oft means a ‘sacred cow’ one can’t touch,
You so much as just touch and get hit, ouch!
Elsewhere it may amount to mixing fact.
The word ‘cow’ comes from Sanskrit ‘gau’,
Comes cattle from Latin chattel—
Movable wealth French calls capitale,
Everywhere it is holier than thou!
To migrants then, cattle was sole money,
In Roman language , money is ‘Pecu’
From Indo Aryan Sanskrit word ‘pashu’,
From it came in English: pecuniary!
Words respect no boundary line,
As do birds and religion and music,
Only man’s busy borders to define;
To change maybe we need a maverick.
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Ways of words | 03.10.2009 |