The Mirage of death

Scared are we?
good,
then we shall begin.
BLaaa
how boring.

blaaa and flerrrm.
ant rhdueowuhw;an ai[jcka c...........................


New Orleans 1945

As if to know

As if to know the scences are one,
we fall before the earthly sun,
to see beyond all fables sung,
to roam beneath the setting sun.
To dwell in nightime shadows free,
to move toward the serpent sea,
to feel emotion wild and free,
to sleep beneath the orchids be.
Awake into the new born light,
set back for the end of time,
the ryme the stars the moon is thine,
the empty vessel be filled with wine.

Vienna 1847

Ode to hope

The tragic figure doth stand forlorne,
no understanding for why he was born,
A ghost no less,
tall and frail,
witnessing every attempt at life fail.

No room at the inn,
no love in his heart,
is it any wonder he is falling apart?

Hope is a whore,
who endlessly lies,
for tonight,
alone,
he'll sleep beneath winter skies.

Bombay 1899

Oh for the Stoics

Oh for the stoics in their muted cages,
as I present them with madness,
Oh for the gaurd and keep that cannot restrain my mind.
Freedom I taste,
bitter their repose,
for wills of iron,
fail at the feet of a rose.

Their glorious stations,
they hold for life,
to question for years their trouble and strife,
when in the end as we all know,
the curtain will fall,
on this ridiculous show.

For in my mind,
I glance a bird,
who sails through life,
without a word,
of judgment for his feathered kin,
no knowledge of reason,
no knowledge of sin.
The beasts in the wood,
and the demons below,
writhe in their sickness,
never to know,
of peace or change,
for everythings new,
for food and shelter they continue to pursue.

Of rhythm of ryme we close our hearts,
the head connected to the various parts,
the brain the heart,
desires refrain,
the shadow of chaos,
and the distraction of pain.

Joseph Blake

Madrid 1244

The storm

I can hear it all, I can taste the air, for this night we rest under the stars. Will the winds howl? will the sky cry? will the cold present itself with formidable teeth? we wonder.

This night the wolves will howl,
this night the clouds will roam,
this night the air will taste of fear,

This night your dreams will arm you,
this night your dreams will protect you.

The Words

So here we are true to ourselves and failing to understand the misfortunate, finding it so much easier to condemn the poor souls than empathise with their situations, and their loss of direction, for its quite possible they were never to know the right path. Come back next life for your efforts will not be in vain.