by Gary G. Ford © 2006CE
Here I AM, and what is THAT? ...
It's the Riddle of the Frozen Cat!
'Being There's not half the Foremost Fancy Fat,
with all the Fun of Living's almost drained away,
so how could I still be and think this way/that?
The Thunderous Orange of Waning Sun will do a Mind way in,
And then I as toothless fast become mere pestilence,
with more to come around become again ...
Where is the Bright and Clear Day Sky,
Still frilled with Haunting Clouds
So VERY Young was I?
Why do I do no more
the thrill to blackened sky at night
and sparkling stars hung on?
Away the Weavers! ....
STOP THEIR TRADE IN TROUBLED TIME!
So MAKE THE FATES RETIRE sublime!
And send a Scare to Silence Them
Forever More?! ...
"Not I, Not I!" so says the Swirling Sorcerer Rat,
and Mutters on the Mindless Morons Marching Past.
Whose Prancing Brazes on their Leaden Asses shined:
Then Falling down as Ashes all around on their Behind!
Who can say? - Tommorow's for the Smarty Panzers,
and all the Rest Condemned from NOW,
As Actors and the Ballad's Dancers,
Who will Stand to PAY the Way?
The WIND is whispering TRUTH we'll never learn,
That all the Ageless Slimes of TIME will burn;
When Matchless EGGS of HATE are fired as Missiles
Made as Born and Formed as Silent Messagers of Death,
'Til every reasoned twitch has found its Axis Cut
And Falling Down will fade away!
AWAY! AWAY! And cover up the culprit slain with Golden Hay.
Lest Horse eat memories frozen
in his numbled brain with TIME,
And where we stand tomorrow grows
the Gallows grinning fine.
There is a way to Teach the Meanness
of the Universe some tact,
But better solve the miseries
made from life, a living fact!
We are Here, but They are Not,
And soon someone Is IN our Spot,
That THEY are There,
And we are Acts Forgot!
Inwardly Wired for Intelligence
The Snake and The World
THE GOLDEN RASPBERRY
A Fog Bank
MT's Penultimate Eulogy
"LET THERE BE PEACE!"
RIVER OF TIME and
the Darkling Beetle