SHALL I SPEAK OF WALLS AND TOWERS THAT LAY AHEAD?

Feb. 25, 2012

Yet shall I speak of walls and towers that lay ahead?

Shall I hint of valleys and hills that before us will untimely spread?

Should I claim that I speak to the very dead,

Who cross my path this date and time,

As have a hundred times before,

Since I was birthed upon this pretty shore?

You should think I’m mad and that I’ve had

Something come loose within my head.

But I say t’is not so, and fleeing I shall not go.

No, not I, I shall not retreat upon a weakly said goodbye.

Nay, not I, not so meekly do I play this game

And expect it to never be the same as once was before.

For life is too short to not be bold.

Upon sadness and hatred I am not sold!

Come, tap upon this empty skull, don’t be so bloody dull,

But hear me if you but can understand,

And dance with me until the dawn

Then, in exhaustion, from labors and drink we lay upon a cold wet lawn

Listen, I shall not be telling thee, nor should you ask

What lays dishonesty in the future store

But hear me out and stand thee by my side

For yet I tell thee I have not died

Nay I am not one such as these who block the way

From whom life has fled before and on this day

Keep safe thy bloodless knife within thy cloak, dear friend

Counsel holds until the crossing at the end

Of the path upon which we find ourselves to tread

And shall I not know the truth instead

Of lies passed to me by those with eyes

Who seem this night to monopolize

The very space in which we stand

The very air we two do breathe for it shall all times be free

And what of they? Trained to not offend or give the hint

That lies are being this day all spent and time is twisted and lent

A curving that slings us out towards some unknown fate

And only trust in ourselves can we then compensate.

Should it be so?

THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN