Ramble Jack

Ramble Jack went walking

down long and dusty trails

Ramble Jack went striding

in green and misty vales

Ramble Jacks's a wanderer

He's a friend to every man

Ramble Jack please come home

to where it all began.

Life as a One Note Chord or The Divine Misapprehension of Soliloquy Part 6

Beginning

early

morning

light

heat

shadows

nightfall

ashes

dust

The End

Threads

The robin dances in the yard and I watch it from my seat by the bay window

where I spend my days weaving my shroud

snipping the threads of an ever shortening span

If I die in summer bury me in a sun dappled field

And if I die in autumn let me rest under the branches

of the gnarled oak tree

If it is in winter let the north wind carry my soul away

And if it is in springtime let the fragrance of the lilies

usher me into everlasting day

Down Season Redux

The slate gray skies are cold and hard this morning

Sullen clouds go scudding 'cross the bleak tableau

Obscuring my view of you

The weeping rain echoes my sentiments

And I take another sip of this poison I alone have brewed

I drink this down season to its dregs

And stare into the corpse-cold distance

I lie in the sodden grass lie an abandoned mausoleum

And bleat my fear and sorrow

Where are you? Where are you? I call

Won't you wrap your arms around me?

Or have I crucified them

Again?

Vagabond Song

Gravity pulls me down and tries to chain me to this earth

a vain attempt to shackle me to this temporal plane

For I am not made of earth stuff

Just a vagabond in this sphere

Passing through, passing through...

My soul soars through blue black skies

On condor wings I fly accompanied by orchestral maneuvers of the galaxy

I who was known before the foundation of the world

Named by the Creator when He named the stars

and like them I was made to shine

So hold me down no longer

for I was born to roam

From darkened skies to break of day

I am coming home

Endless Sea

Drifting on an open sea

Lifeboat come and rescue me

Sirens reach from 'neath the waves

To drag me down to a watery grave

Drifting on an endless sea

Savior come and rescue me

Dead things call from fathoms deep

Searching for my soul to keep

Captain come and calm the storm

Save me from aquatic doom

Silence waves and darkling things

Raise me up and I will sing

Night Magic

The ceiling fan cools sweat on my forehead

And I open scars just a little to bleed these words.

My pulse beats a slow tempo in my ears in this midnight heat

I mix old pain and night magic like blue notes from an ancient saxophone

The walls creak back to me a susurration of evening shades

Hurt and triumph, sorrow and solace

I sweat this cancer from my pores

The product of my calloused hands-my calloused heart

So tonight I weave these words, I sing this melancholy melody

To the chorus of the night birds