In flames of tired contradictions
and spins of power lies
to find an oasis of longing reprieve
and ease our tear filled eyes. Continue reading
There was a stream of events.
There was a sovereign existence.
There was a reason for being.
There was a purpose in the universe. Continue reading
Part One:::Bardian Angel
Leonard Cohen sang, oh, so softly,
in basement suites of nineteen sixty seven,
reassuring dreams for love so sweet,
on earth, below starlight and heaven.
Teenaged time unravelled with uncertainty,
between the sheets and war on fire,
answers were elusive, and sad at times,
searching laws and trails of desire.
Moaning called our hearts in the mourning,
gave us coffee at the brinks of noon,
we would never catch all of his poems,
the lock key, his silver spoon. Continue reading
Memory and Minced Words for Samuel Johnson
1709 – 1784