Candles 'neath the Moon

Five millennium ago two young lovers lay in caressing, cooling sands
Their fingers touch, as do their lips, illuminated by a full moon
They are happy, they are in love and they are soon terrified
A Black Eagle, portent of bad tidings, is silhouetted by the golden orb
That which they have so luxuriously bathed in…dreamed in
‘Tis a harbinger of things to come and they quickly return to their mud hut

One million, eight hundred and twenty-five thousand nights gone by
A young girl of six, on precisely the same spot, now known as Angoor Adda
Prepares to celebrate her birthday, the twinkle in her excited young eyes
Mirrored in the eyes of her eighty-three year old great-grandfather
They smile in unison, displaying roughly the same amount of teeth

Outside their small apartment, the same moon that once lent semblance to young lovers
Hangs in a bejeweled sky basking the now semi-urban landscape
Unknown to the happy scene inside, an MQ-1 Predator Drone is etched upon it
Six candles are lit atop a cake and a semi-toothless mouth blows…up

Four thousand, two hundred and forty-three fragments are blown skyward
To land in desert sands that once were home of false fears and assured amity
Two hands…separated from previous attachments, land nearby, fingers slightly touching
One is old and weather worn and looks of aged shoe leather
The other is young, its creamy surface only marred by spots of fresh blood
And holding between still clutching fingers a plastic fork…bits of cake still intact

As the moon disappears below an enduring horizon, six black scorpions link tails
Surrounding two hands, fingers gently touching, and circle in a dance of death
Much as they have since before the moon sought to cool the surface of the earth
From the ravages of the sun and man’s fiery indifference

If ya can't beat 'em ...

Crawling, Walking…Whispering, Talking
From points East…North, South and West
Wearied, Rebuffed…Whimpering, Balking
Necessities Exhausted…Sorrowful Quest
And there upon…A mighty hill
Stood long haired man…In “Tailored” suit
Despondent travels…All for nil
Humanity crushed…Depravity’s boot
They’d come to only…Be adopted
Then found that “He”…Had been Co-opted

Brass Tacked

No frills…No fanfare
He’d been a giant…Once
Now…he was gone
Their “plot”…Now his “plot”
Was simple…Shoot the messenger
The slings and arrows…of outrageous…
A simple service…Ashes to Ashes…
His shadow…is all that remains
That too…fading into the “Hellesphere”
Dust to dust…Humanity’s first
And “last” hope…Mourners impatient
Who’ll be the next…”American Idol”
FACT…is Dead

Adumbration of the Mind's Eye

Memory…Shadow
Sun created…Reflections
Incandescent…Specters
They move…As we move
Do they die…As we die?
Are they not…Flash Burned
Into the Retinas…Of the Living
“Shading”…The Cortex
Of another Dimension
Forever…and Never
Hands touching…Nothing
Everything…Until the final curtain
Is brought down…Until Life’s Light
No longer exists

Forever and Ever

Forever, doesn’t seem…so far away
Caught glimpse of it running…yesterday
Wore smile on its face…beguiling, yet cunning
‘Twas strangling today…for me it was coming
I lassoed the Sun…broke hands off clock
Woke man in the moon…with terrified talk
Forever and ever…allegorical twins
Once on their horizon…nobody wins

Lather, Rinse, Repeat

If today was a dream
And tomorrow a child
Today I would sleep
Tomorrow…run wild
I’d play hey diddle diddle
Jump over the moon
Savor my first kiss
Make a young lady swoon
If today I must sleep
‘Twill be rest of the young
For tomorrow still lies
On the tip of my tongue

Doghouses Have No Bars on the Windows

Who’s the superior…Man or Dog?
Four legs or two…I’ll lift the fog
Man is oft’ traitorous, pernicious, duplicitous
Dog displays faithfulness, his loyalty repetitious
Man commits war on his fellow man
Dog walks by his side near to man’s hand
Man invents torments, his deviations ne’er cease
Dog is content to be Man’s dutiful beast
Man creates prisons, to keep Men out of bounds
Then incarcerates Dogs, in places called pounds
Who’s the superior…Man or Dog?
In Earth’s tortured history…Man is a blot
Looking for a friend?…Start seeking out Spot