Hades' Descent

 Hades' Descent               March 2, 2007 (Revised October 15, 2013)

If only the fair Judge and Juror were so kind,
Both shall remove me from the daily grind.
Allow me to abscond from this life, si vous plait?
Allow me to sail the blue skies to a level greater
Than this pestilence o' the heart:
'Tis Hades' descent, and I shall wail.

If only I could rub the lamp,
Perhaps my life shan't be so sad;
I might not feel as if a hell bound heathen,
Tho' it might be a slight more arousing.
I may laugh, tho', if nothing else
Than be expos'd to a mirth-fill'd world.
'Tis Hades' descent; 'tis all I know,
And forevermore shall I fall from Grace.

O' Cry for me a river, for I cannot!
I can see no life for me; no posterity,
And people cackle whilst you bow, cry,
And God only knows when you shall die.
In materialism, I may be but a gray spittoon:
Wanton of even the rich essence of brass.
Hades' descent; 'tis the Golden Rule.
I shall forever sip 'pon my flask.

Weeping willows during a storm.
I cannot seem to shirk the images
Of a place bereft of a trail to run, to hide.
'Tis a fait accompli; I shall accept Fate:
A pitchfork stabbing me in the heart, whilst
The blood pours into the Grecian Urn:
'Tis Hades' descent, 'tis all, yet no more.

The Expansion of My Stream of Consciousness

The Expansion of My Stream of Consciouness   March 30, 2007 (Revised October 15,2013)

On flight from the bastion of common knowledge
Towards the astral plains of the linear esoteric:
I am en route to the ultimate destination,
The road dividing into a fork of two prongs;
And oft I am inform'd I must decide 'pon one
Or if the other might be more apropos.
'Tis time, tho', and I shall consider all
This une grande illusion,
A place characteristic of Xanadu and Shangri-la;
A fabulosa terram of unbridl'd enchantment
And supernatural in its exquisite splendors:
'Tis this realm in which I am to assimilate
With the ires et natura fati; to retire from humanity.

I consider the exterior of Pandora's Box,
Deciding 'tis simply tomfoolery to determine
Either the left or right; 'tis a dichotomy, too shallow;
And t'will relegate my sojourn towards Enlightenment
Towards the banes of Impotence and Obsolescence.
'Tis justice we must all seek; and yet that justice
Is perhaps the great mystery we may ever encounter;
'Tis then the middle: an unblaz'd trail of earth
 Breathing the l'air de pureté of our precious Gaea
Amid my wonders and wandering in the valley
Mystery bequeath'd to the nature of mankind.
I ask her if I shall be rendered to a state of redundancy
Amid my despair post camping in the Elysian field
Whilst pitching my tent du jour everyday.
She provides me with no answer nor solution;
Ergo, I shall not tread 'pon unmolest'd sacred grounds:
I shall leave them be, forevermore.

Et maintenant? Still, the heavens ignore me.
'Tis now when I realize I shall only procure enchantment
In probing my mind for answers within proper dialectics.
I sip my final drops of water originally from the mother ship
And commence sitting 'pon terra whilst mediating:
I shall engage in the unity of the soul of the flesh, me,
To the realm of metaphysics; for I am nothing else other.
Spiritually, I shall marry the soul of the soil;
I must roll in her clay and water to be baptiz'd
As I allow for myself to commune with The Source
Of all things which are to be, characteristic of those
Which are macrocosms, the expansion of the cosmos.

To Gamble with Love or Lose to Ignorance

To Gamble with Love or Lose to Ignorance     November 2, 2008 (Revised October 15, 2013)

Our world is Love; 'tis so curious;
Bound in mystique, intrigue; cloak'd by Night,
And had it proclaim'd to the woman
His everlasting love; the ardor for her he felt,
The earth might have quak'd 'pon a seismic order.

I see a women, beautiful, imbibing;
Wander along, philosophizing Existentially;
To think, tho' had I discover'd her rarity,
I might have seen Sunshine in the Nocturnal sky
'Fore I sojourn'd for the Light; to sing the blues.

For I am a creature consum'd by Curiousity;
A cat on two legs; sans the fur and purr;
For I am a man simply searching for Truth:
Could she love me? Will she ever care?
Or does she spare Thought 'pon a man as I?

A Voice spake for me to be brave;
To approach her in inquiry; to sing; carpe diem;
For It claim'd I shall never have reveal'd
What I do not ask nor choose to gamble.

Upon my walk to the lady's table; her drinking,
I consider'd carefully my diction, syntax:
For I am willing to risk and fail at Love
As oppos'd to Love and ne'er have reveal'd.

'Tis time to fly amid my wing'd friends:
Till Tomorrow, when Hope springs Love Eternal!

'Tis the Season for Dying

'Tis the Season for Dying                  November 26, 2006 (Revised October 14, 2013)

How I marvel at these gray skies, billowed;
At how the ink dries upon His bull, per Pater,
Along the line, He meaning it to demarcate
Autumn's descent into the death of Winter's grip.
The leaves hath fallen, our air bereft of pollen;
'Tis no longer the site of "V's" flying our skies.
T'will be cold for many months and more,
Till Spring arises and the sandlots are full.

Down once lush grasses of Kentucky blue,
A chill is present; we commiserate her, too,
As she penetrates the conscience of our souls,
Forever ushering, she begets the impending snows.
Footprints are akin to the blood stain'd scarlet;
For there are no rabbits available for stew.
One thing I know: 'tis a cold man's dew,
There are no rhymes nor reasons to cry blue:
'Tis another season annuatim for a winter's night:
The calendars are to die in accord at darkest's night.

Farewell Unto Eternity, President Reagan

Farewell Unto Eternity, President Reagan      Circa 2004; Revised October 14, 2013

At the sands of the hourglass descent,

Upon the clock striking midnight,

The carriage you rode victorious
Had morph'd into Jack O' Lanterns:

The magic of the breathing day
Hath descend'd into forever a night,
And yet The New Day hath dawn'd
Upon which Air Force One reach'd
The third star on the left, and you are Home.

Little Man and El Alamein guid'd you Home,

The hope you bequeath'd upon your citizens
Shall finally be known to you; and I say
Unto you, Mr. President, your people doth seek
Your spiritual guidance and humble soul
As you slip Earth's surly bonds to touch God.

Rancho del Cielo seem'd so very high
Upon your first reach towards the stars,
But now all is possible, relevant,
And you may eternally feel His Face.

Lo'! How many sadden'd faces wept upon
Their hearths for days unto nights,

And tho' we shall never forget you, Gipper,
We will recall your colloquial grace.

An American, "Dutch" by a name; and
Another mutt as is so many tend be,

But never fret, you shall surely bet
The lives you touch'd shall be free.

Maggie Thatcher hath just arriv'd;

Tea and crumpets were consum'd,
Tho' too much Scotch imbibed,

And she hath join'd your parade now,

One by Sunset, two by Trafalgar Square.

O'! Mr. President, how I hardly knew you,
For t'was too young to reconcile the polis,

For you embodied the spirit, culture, and life
Of my formative years upon which I am bereft,
And never shall I see your glamorous smile again.

Ronnie, I hardly you knew you, sir,

For I was far too young, playing with toys,

My dolls and figurines took precedent, sir,

And now, I weep upon my reflection

Of what could have been Ideologues Betrothed;
A fraternal trust between my mind and yours.

My daddy always speaks well of you,
Always with a smile and amid a sigh,
Upon his hearkening upon his life,
Our family never before prosper'd so much,

And tho' not in the spirit of polity, I declare:

Reagan! Reagan!

Shall I see your smile?
You are but many a mile
From my abode this day.

As Russian bears rattl'd swords

Upon the time we want'd accords,
You never blinked an eye 

In foolish Deference.

 Look at the suit and your fox trot to boot!

Lo'! How you shall be forever alive,

For the meek inherit the earth, they say,

For your soul was of the Illinois grain,

But I defy those who would deter
The memory of a communicator so great,

And upon further review, they are fools;

They shall be forever fools to lose.

Had his interface result'd in pixil rule,
Pac-Man would never have eaten full

His enemies, once ghosts, now idiots
Along the Leftist Rags, those press mongrels,

And Old Glory, again bereft of soul,

Calls upon a name now deceas'd in infinitum,

And yet, there is you, Mr. President, as you wave
First in the hearts of your countrymen, and
To the people you prais'd for their worth, not Sam;

Let him rest peacefully, my friends left and right,
For President Reagan shall know eternal light.

Elegy: 

Reagan! Reagan! By all means, sir,

 Shall we sing of your happy life by night
Instead those compos'd in gray?

A champion of liberty, consumed by God,

A love for America, the emoting of poise,
A nation once broken, you coalesced
Into an aristocracy of virtue and ingenuity,
The intent of our brilliant Founders;
About which the Sage of Monticello spake.
You, President Reagan, embody the Spirit of '76;
We shall never forget you, nor your countenance:
For while we are still amid mourning in America,
There shall always be for Eternity
A morning's sunrise in accordance with God.

Finis

Dancing with My Love Beneath a Moonlit Night

Dancing with My Love Beneath a Moonlit Night             October 14, 2013

PART I.

An Amorous Introduction to Our Lives’ Dance:

When thy eyes laid upon thee,

I ne’er saw a face so beautiful

As the one conjuring visions

Of a Specter yet so inconspicuous.

Tho’ thou face reflects the source 

Of my initial affections so oft’, 

Something about you seem’d 

Imbu’d with a tenant of aesthetics

I had yet to encounter in Life.

Heretofore, my Life was made;

I shall ne’er be wanton of a love

So fair, a spiritual manifest, again:

For ours is Nature’s Manure

For Life and her propagation. 

We are to ne’er lust again:

We are to lust ne’er more.

PART II.

A Toast to Thee, My Lady So Fair, 

To The Holy Spirit, in Praise to The Creator:

To our lives and the posterity thereafter:

For without the one there is not the other.

Let us drink to our nocturnal interlude

Predicated not upon Lust or Sloth,

But Love, Compassion; a Union so Holy

That t’was predestined by God -

His Manifestation so good and pure

That to love properly means to sin egregiously.

Ergo, to sin is good; ‘tis proper

If the human race is to be propagated

As it is lain solely upon the labors

Of our conjoined loins to achieve.

Between us, a new Pax Romani

May manifest; and I, a historian by trade,

May record the newest chapter of measure

Which shall bear record of the greatest import 

To the posterity of History, of Life forever.

Amen!

PART III.

My Declaration of Love, of Spiritual Bliss; Independence:

O’ Lady, a nocturnal deviant sans a face!

Let us ne’er again commiserate our lives

As the present hath begotten the ardors

Of one young son, and hopefully

His one in scores of creations, you, too!

Upon gazing into your eyes so mysterious,

The canis within is desirous to howl,

To howl at the midnight moon so bright

‘Tis tantamount to Solis‘ ancient lantern,

And it is then that our sinful, holy tryst,

Begat a dance determinant of our Fate:

We shall either have Heaven or Perdition

Dependant upon the successes of our ardors.

Fair maiden of the cherry blossoms; for you

Are a poppy so intoxicant, I shall be your’s,

For you are my drug, and I your’s, I pray;

Our collective pair of bloods boiling 

Six degrees separating our carnal heat

Within the cauldron, an uncontrolled

Desirous of the one to rip into the flesh of

The other, cover‘d only as a matter of heart.

I shall desire you unto Eternity hitherto;

Ne’er again wanton for love nor affection,

As Life is but our grand ballroom amid 

A mountain high in the skies, again mysterious

As your eyes equate to Mythology‘s Xanadu:

A perpetual dance ‘neath a moonlit night

And a trip to achieving Nirvana for our soul.

A dervish our tryst be characterized, 

And a rose in my teeth wishes to come to you;

And as I lean to kiss your lips, pouted, so lush, full

I exchange its red petals, intact, still decadent,

The stem sans thorns, penetrating your lips,

And still we bleed as one, our blood and saliva

Serving as the baptism in a mixture of A Union 

Yet to be recognized as official, ritualistic

By The Creator, for t’was us He graciously

 Begat and betrothed, two sets of anatomies,

One soul combin’d, and a heart to live unto Eternity

Till we are call‘d Home; for Death hath no power

Over our Love; the soul of one conjoin‘d with the other.

We may have not exchang’ed Vows to God,

Tho’ what does it matter, doth I ask, protest?

‘Tis an unnecessary formality as we already are!

PART III.

Epilogue: Our Souls, The Soul of One, Does Not Love;

‘Tis Love Itself:

Hand-in-hand we clasp’d, we dance, you, me;

Our countenance so pure, sans a worldly care

Other than the pleasure bestow’d 'pon the other

And the dance ‘tween Heaven and Hell

Beneath the auspices of her moonlit glow.

And tho’ I have yet to see thou face,

‘Tis a pointless matter: your beauty is Us:

For we embody more than flesh and bone.

We are one, my love; let us ne’er forget that:

For without the one, there is not the other.

Finis

For My Fair Stephanie: An Elegy of a Love Lost to the Verdict of Time

For My Fair Stephanie: An Elegy of a Love Lost to the Verdict of Time

Written originally in 2003; Revised on October 13, 2013

Part I.

As a feather begat by the heron's circling, 

You drift'd into my life via my heart's cries.
I question'd whether you were an angel

And The Lord doth affirm'd its validity. 

The times? The time were grand, 

And the first kiss surviv'd to see Eternity,
If only but for one brief romantic second,
As time is relative; our lives fleeting.

O' Stephanie! How you detect things within

My soul to which others are forever blind,

And yet, I let you fly away to a posterity

Bereft of my presence and a conjugal relation;

And because God said it would have been,
The angels have wept; 'tis the cascades of rain,
And yet, this wound'd wander'r shall tarry

Unto whatever void Eternity's sunset begets:

And so I say unto you, fair Stephanie,
How in spirit, I shall never leave your side:

In spirit, in sickness, as in health as well,

We shall always be as one, in my mind, spirit,
The soul shall never cease; we live ad infinitum.

Part II.

As the second hand ticks oblivioni

And the sands' descent upon us hath wrought,
Our time in the sun hath pass'd, an agonizing death,

And yet, I shall continue searching for you,
Sailing the skies which blend into her seas, azure,

Until upon the time we shall be together again.

O'! If I must, fair Stephanie, mon amour,

I shall manifest two wax wings, sail for the sun:

'Tis better to have hope for a posterity depriv'd,

Of your soft fingers' touch, bereft of your kiss
Than for my precious memories to be pilfer'd:
For at least with memories, we may yet fly as one!

And so I say unto you, fair Stephanie:

I shall never abandon the ardor of your memory,

For in spirit, we shall always sojourn side-by-side,
Even in death, which hath no power
Over the love for one, the desire for her affections.
The soul shall never cease; we live ad infinitum.