Theatre Extraordinaire

Tis a dying world breathing its last,

gasping for precious moments

of continuance.

Welcome to the last and final show -  

A grand pretence of life,

a manic exuberance, 

a tragic remembrance

of better times.

Vie to be the stars of the final rendition,

on this glorious stage.

The biggest sham of them all

was believing it was bigger

than it seemed.

It's the Grand Finale! Come one and all

a show you wouldn't want to miss,

couldn't miss it

if you did.

Places, lights, all in place

for one last act.

Spectators spectral throng the seats

at the end of time.

Pause

It has been year since I last wrote,
a long time indeed
Before there comes even one new word,
there is a lot that I must read.
Have I changed since last I penned a word?
thus the question stands
This fluid mind can't help be recast,
carved by the passing sands
of Time, for that never stopped
even if I did halt.
So much happens in a day, a month...
a year is a seething vault
of dissent, revolt, agonized introspection
and every dark design.
Of endearment, agreement, zest and smiles
and concerns more benign.
Changes big and changes small in
every little thing
And still to come, sooner than I'd like,
transition is yet lurking
What shadow, menacing silhouette
lies out there in wait?
What misty future striding up
did this past year create?
Deer in the headlights, tumbling thoughts
and raging heart am I
I need a pause, a while to think!
But time is racing by

Expecto inopinatum

I can hear you, you know, out there
loud and clear
You thought you were cat-like
Clearly not, my dear.
Silence is not your forte, now I know.
Unfortunate that is
In you line of, ahem, work, that is
quite a wide miss.
How do you keep this job, dear man,
if you thunder so?
Surely surprise be more appropriate
than to have your 'clients' know!
Closer and closer approaching.
I could tell how far,
if I listened real careful, ear to door,
you unlucky un-star!
Unlucky, why? well you may ask
and soon find out
This 'client' is well prepared for visits.
Better than you, no doubt.
Ah, so you're capable of silence
it's a relief indeed.
Dealing with total incompetence,
hardly a noble deed.
Is that you picking the lock, good sir,
or sounding the alarm?
You may as well take your time with it.
No sense rushing into harm.
Meanwhile my cane swings up and ready,
quite a greeting you'll get,
One tumbles down ; six more to go
for a night you won't forget!

The Divide

We of a comfort-cushioned world
what do we know
of suffering?
Sailing through this world
with puffed-up winds
at our backs.
Stopping often along the way
in senseless futile
dithering
In want, though we have
so much the world
around us lacks.
How much importance in our minds
our little worries
of day to day
And even hints of discomfort
squeeze out roars
and tears
But opening those closeted eyes we'll see
a world brimming
with dismay
Ever newer twists of the rack
awaiting those
whose fears
are not quite as muffled as ours
not quite as
out of sight
Real, as real as any plaything we may
be amused by for
a passing thought
Real as the garden that is our existence
and not far way
hidden from light
Not worthy, it seems, of a single glance
though in our face
we heed it not
Barely visible, not in the brilliance
of life that blinds
us to all
that is not shared skin to skin
with us by those
smothering
in the smog of our comforts and greed,
choking breaths,
soon will fall.
Ignore if we must, but think twice
before lamenting
our "suffering"

is bliss

Events, incidents all around, newer new
hidden world corners fewer few
time flows on and on, so to me
for you I do not know, it may not be
'tis a river running, running river
with chains iron-wrought
sweeping me, where?
wish to know...
I do not, I do not
Shadows in the know drifting past
chatter-chit in emptiness vast
Utter this, meaning that all the while
The spoken word indeed is.. versatile
what do they say? and why?
Perhaps I ought,
but wish to know...
I do not, I do not
So much to see, so much to be
Disdain my raft in a heaving sea
of things, happenings
I wish I forgot
for wish to know...
I do not, I do not

Bare bones in paradise

A kingdom of glass, of lightning-flame forged

in towering ascension

Hauntingly flickering, as a rock-solid specter

from wayward dimensions

Translucent spires with spear-cutting peaks

and tinged with red

Flying buttresses mounted astride earthy dark

in this home of the dead

Death whispering soft, cold air rushing past

in unseen icy streams

Luring us deeper into the velvet abyss

of unrested dreams

Kingdom and castle, buttress and spire,

ever-growing in size

Feeding on life-blood of unborn ambition

unto its very demise

Dreams be alive and live to be murdered

in an agony of neglect

Glass kingdoms blooming on the dry, bleached bones

of a dreamer-elect

Fragile yet strong, remaining vast unbroken

though pierced through

by beaten bloody fists of one suffering soul

ever and anew

A ruby streaked tower, beautiful, terrible,

a reminder to say

A dreamer may dream by night, but we claim

his dream for the day.

Let me tell you..

There's reason and then there's Reason,
may often be confused.
To do so is close to treason
and is vehemently refused.
reasons are excuses clothed
in logical disguise
while Reason is the nervous
brain's ultimate surprise
Reason is the reason that
we do the things we do
At least, that's what we Reason,
though true it is for few.
The reason for this Reason
is still mysterious
since Reason Reasoning itself
is a bit precarious!
And so it is that Science
of Reason's praises sings
and learns reasoned Reason,
Reasonable reasons...and things.