Year Zero Down, an Eternity to Go

"Year Zero Down, an Eternity to Go"

Written by Jonathan Henderson

Friday November 28, 2014 @ 12:07AM

Year Zero without you at the table, begging for random kernels

Popped just as I handled you with care, and I hope you knew as

I still do now more than ever before - how I'll always love you so.

Time only sailed the stormy gales of the sands of the hourglass's

Granules, so small and yet as microcosms, a world all their own

Because the tell tales with so much to behold - and o'! Now you're Gone and I've suddenly taken a cold -

And if I never told you each moment at our home how I loved you,

It was one chance missed out of so many I'd waste, for by our time,

Measures are merely pithy condemnations for how we shall never

Control, for science only knows a tangible end to the beginning of "No".

Almighty God planted for each a cedar, a trunk firm as its age-old

Rings tell of many a tale, but I digress at yours within that wooden

Home, and how you are home, where no tempest shall uproot you

So long as there is an Eternity for you and me to spare.

Road to Nowhere - Sao Paulo, Brazil

Road to Nowhere tunnel - Bryson City, NC, USA

Cedar Tree

"Cedar Tree"

Written by Jonathan Henderson 

Tuesday November 25, 2014 @ 5:32 PM

Post a baker's dozen and four and O'! she's forever seen but 

Now that root is gone, burnt to ashes, the winds blow her 

Asunder, I shall never pray away for another blunder...

The holidays never mean so well in that mind of mine, 'tis

In an unkind hell more cold than hot, pure azure in its ice

Than all the inferno Dante could cast me away...

Ornaments once were sacrosanct, but I confess, they'll not

Be now nor ever or again, and I shall break the tidings only

To commiserate the first bleak day when Fate cut down my

Cedar Tree a-whole...

Shall I sail the starry seas of the blackened coal skies as 

I am pondering just when I shall find those Kingsfords inside

And what I need - and what I see is how I wish my beloved

Cedar Tree could come home, to climb that stairway once 

And no further times, to stare into her emerald eyes - the 

Most soulful to haunt of my heart, as we'd dine a la carte,

No pain nor mercy driving me insane, so should she feel o'

So serene, and let our spirits purr as the motorboats coast

Down that River Jordan, content with our one last time.

This Winter of Discontent Segues into a New Life of Spring

This Winter of Discontent Segues into a New Life of Spring

Written by Jonathan Henderson

Monday November 24, 2014 @ 3:13 PM

Those trumpets now herald the dawn of a new day, for it

Shall always be the brightest, for all other days blended

To one, and if one ever dreamt the sun shall never again

Shine, well that is fine, but don't you dare sip another of

His wine -  for no one told you that vino would ever be

Plucked from a vine in that Italian countryside in rustic

Lombardy and its villa and looking ever onward, nor of

The Sun King as he lived lavishly inside Versailles, only

Of history's charge of the Light Brigade until Sevastopol

Was sacked, and boy! Wasn't Nightingale sans so many

Naps as she cared for warriors whose hearts far more

Luminescent than any bar of gold bullion -and I believe

Faith dealt you a currency its riches can never exchange.

Charge! Charge! I beseech you press forth, for no good

Is ever won if not the malicious to be defied, no easy time

To pay the dime you earned, for nothing is something, and

Something shall never be nothing - 'tis the laws of nature's

God, and God is Sovereign; He grants thee His Truth to be

Acquired by the blade of a crusader, and He has faith that

You have yours, too - and look at you! The triumph shall

Be soon! Come the break of dawn or tonight's moon or

Tomorrow shall bid thee soon the reward of l'esprit

De coeur! This winter of discontent shall segue into its

Newest life of Spring, and so shall you along the road

To the next sweet lullaby song, the break of a new dawn

And a daylight infinite in its possibilities, and so it shall be.

The Drift of the Unconscious Sufferer

"The Drift of the Unconscious Sufferer"

Written by Jonathan Henderson 

Wednesday November 19, 2014 12:27 AM

My suffrage of the temperance of the soul, depravity sings

Of the long acquaintance in my mind, that it be thine own

Mind, pontificating as it will, or as you never were nor may

You ever - Charge up that hill! 'Tis uphill, but those men in

The hilarity of their passe white coats of infamy peeping so

Far down into the precipice of an abyss to crown my very

Boorish countenance a lost cause in the catacombs along

The banks of the River Styx, doing all I may to steer clear

Of the gnashing mongrel Cerberus and his knives amid the

Rim of despair's capacity to forever tear my apparatus from

Limb to limb - Habare corpus ut daret - and my home! O! O!

My home! Mala fortuna! Another one of me now bitten of that

Lazarus respirat ultimum... Nunc est mea tempus relinquere 

Pro bono. Bon opportuna ad futura ad infinitum....

Flying Home to My Fair Andorra

"Flying Home to My Fair Andorra" 

Written by Jonathan Henderson 

Monday November 17, 2014 @ 9:14 PM

Like an eagle flying o'er the Pyrennes' rocky mountain high, 

From Iberia West coasting to Barcelona's seabed blending

As with pastels with my daytime sky - and I cry! Tears just

Cascade into the entrenchments, just flooding my fair lady

Andorra's sweet tidings, for I escaped los toros de Navarre!

How I did not drive your car! But had I so, I'd never know just

What that atmosphere on the cafe patio as we sip of our pre

Siesta java al fresco, and those ocean waves 'cross those

Emerald and blue shores my Mediterranean soul feeds, and 

That breeze! How it doth tease away my life with ease! And 

So please, my fair Andorra, I beg of thee, let that chill in the

Autumn night air slip fly a kiss of bliss on my fat, rosy cheek

As I wave to mi munde loco "Hasta la vista para el es la

Despidida, mi senorita dulce, hermosa"... and the song shall 

Go on, and ever onward ad infinitum....

My Tribute to T.C., My Cat and Sister, My Equal in Every Way (1997-2014)

Post by Jonathan Henderson.

The Solo Lover

"The Solo Lover" 

Written by Jonathan Henderson

Thursday April 24, 2014 @ 9:04 PM

A night darker still than her blackened opaque skies

Till he crashes upon wounded knees, weeping a flood,

Only in his despair shall he sip his bitter wine to wash

Away his deadest sorrow, for he is bereft of her soft,

Tender touch, so delicate as she might cascade those

Fingertips down the stream, but how t'was just a dream!

Thy fire within sears white-hot my soul till I am to be

Raked over Infinity's bed of hot coals, for I am the solo

Lover, never having known what indeed I should care.

Each night is a soiree down by the landing, and O'! Those

Debutante lilies are plucked by their wealthy beaus in

Tow, and who shall it be in control but a pair, a team

To plug the dyke's hole should it spring a leak, always

A fingertip to grant mercy to the touch of when Hell

Finally eclipses a paradise now forever lost in time....