necronomicon

a thousand nightmares and still on they sleep
frozen by terror in the horrid dream
there can be nothing but a silent scream
as every spirit sinks further in deep
caverns of slumber where no one may keep
firmhold of things that are as well as seem
in those dark spaces there's not happy beam
of light to banish the foul beings that creep
now there's not much that human flesh may bear
without the madness overcoming hope
but still we have no choice and little light
a myriad chitterings are coming near
we're at the bottom of an endless slope
nothing remains but endless dark of night

not soft the sea

magic in the woody sunset
no reward for our stern duty
a single flash of urgent beauty
no surprise and no regret

hours and hours of happy sleeping
not a thought of earthly power
a small glimpse of eldritch tower
and the dormice ever creeping

on the banks of the swift river
where there is no time of waiting
and the flood is slow abating
we keep arrows in our quiver

for the golden flying creature
that will satiate our hunger
while the day's not getting younger
anger fills each human feature

sleep and rest are ever fleeting
work devours each waking thought
and yet comes at last to nought
there is never merry meeting

every heart's a fading flower
in the sticky noontime sunheat
not a chance that we may greet
happy damsel in her bower

all our thoughts are inward trending
to the point of final pallor
no room here for heart or valour
sun and shadow are now blending

in the dark we're sad and fearful
daylight strips away all veils
no one's left to hear our wails
we have not been wise and careful

at the end there's no escaping
choices made in simple fury
tell that story to the jury
with the proper bow and scraping

as the sun destroys our pleasure
others wait to eat our dinner
each in turn will be the winner
as they view the world at leisure

name the day we won't remember
how we made our happy choices
silence covers all our voices
and our fire is now an ember

they dreamt and are dead

 shallow rivers dry up quickly
not a one will last the summer
still we think this is a bummer
but our tongues are speaking thickly

echoes of future september
make us smile but very tightly
we can recall roasting nightly
and we don't want to remember

on the verge of sudden rages
we may halt and think a second
not a one who has not beckoned
and then swiftly turned the pages

rain may fall in its due season
but right now it isn't falling
for relief each one is calling
with an anger beyond reason

name a time for honest measure
we will stay right in our places
anger shines in all our faces
we have lost the final treasure

who desires an honest answer
will with reason wait for ever
answers we have obtained never
the whole world has got a cancer

barking up the wrong horse

a table set for many may still wait
upon a late arrival shedding tears
it's just the proper time to fly the gate

tides and high surges one day may abate
the system does not have too many spares
a table set for many may still wait

there is no record safe kept on a slate
the watcher is the one who never stares
it's just the proper time to fly the gate

a day or two and there's an empty plate
left by the one who on true journey fares
a table set for many may still wait

we are the ones who will keep proper state
and yet must avoid giving ourselves airs
it's just the proper time to fly the gate

we struggle onwards always blaming fate
not one of us for travel now prepares
a table set for many may still wait
it's just the proper time to fly the gate

speeches

lies told too often harden into fact
the pleasure fades from every happy lie
into a desert turns the fertile tract
lies told too often harden into fact

no living person it seems may attract
the honest true regard of every eye
lies told too often harden into fact
the pleasure fades from every happy lie

End of a series

He fought old folly with a fertile wit
giving his judgment with a careful touch
of happy sharpness. We now owe him much,
but, unlike him, we make not happy hit;
the slender wand our arrow does not split.
We're not Mike Ford, that is our claim and crutch,
still we rejoice we could encounter such
a demigod of humour, straight, legit.
The love of words brings something at the mart,
but not enough to pay for human strife;
yet as time passes we may still remember
one who spoke plainly, heart to decent heart.
Now we keep hold of the still-glowing ember.

ragged claws

a million words don't enter in the song
there's never echo in the proper tone
we sing but we can never sing alone

still when we do it we feel we are wrong
there are some things we just cannot condone
a million words don't enter in the song

and we are always moving right along
not one of us but has a heart of stone
and cold has reached down to the very bone
a million words don't enter in the song

into the elfin realm

a simple thought will sometimes catch true fire
no magic needed just a sudden flash
and we will have the powers that we require

the world we get imperfect and entire
but through it we just seem to haste and dash
a simple thought will sometimes catch true fire

glass you mistake for ruby or sapphire
a little moment and you all go smash
and we will have the powers that we require

your hearts to nothing always may aspire
but we will not be present at the crash
a simple thought will sometimes catch true fire

we wonder sometimes why we are not higher
seeing our enemies have failed at splash
and we will have the powers that we require

we find the law is the result of ire
our purpose calls for constant ready cash
a simple thought will sometimes catch true fire
and we will have the powers that we require