Sep. 25th, 2007

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
 
this is your day all of it free and clear
memory has played its part under the sun
rejoice and take a moment in the air

you do the things that others could not dare
before the rest begin you are well done
this is your day all of it free and clear

the time for happiness you still can spare
what others lost you certainly have won
rejoice and take a moment in the air

your heart stays light even when full of care
you are the mistress of the tale well-spun
this is your day all of it free and clear

i know you are the queen of all the fair
better than you i know well there are none
rejoice and take a moment in the air

we have to take the time to stand and stare
be happy that we have a place to run
this is your day all of it free and clear
rejoice and take a moment in the air

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
a time of change comes quickly on this place
supping the wine from an old-fashioned flagon
desire and hope each fight for proper space
we are now in the age of elf and dragon

lordship of earth shines from a magic face
we load the drunken fools onto a waggon
now comes a time of power and of grace
we are now in the age of elf and dragon

we note the ones of more than human race
of what we built nothing is left but lagan
the chances and the powers here embrace
we now are in the age of elf and dragon

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
in other years we might have made a stand
held on to this place against any foe
made light of any chance of pain or woe
holding our ground with gesture large and grand
against the fiercest horrors of the land
we would have shouted everlasting no
doing the things that would have made it so
all power and glory flowing from each hand
now we are smaller and we will not fight
simply to show that we can hold our own
facing the worst that artifice allows
the choice we face is to abandon right
plunge swiftly onward into the unknown
or stand forsworn of all our naïve vows

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
life changes and we alter with each tide
a subtler kind of magic fills each heart
we're just along to enjoy the wild ride

there are great wonders seen on every side
and happy birds through deepest forests dart
life changes and we alter with each tide

under large tree-roots little creatures hide
we set them jumping with a sudden start
we're just along to enjoy the wild ride

we'll let the problems and the worries slide
leaving behind the troubles of the mart
life changes and we alter with each tide

not one of us the happy could deride
we will not let the pain and sorrow smart
we're just along to enjoy the wild ride

with all the requisites we've been supplied
what now remains is just to play the part
lif changes and we alter with each tide
we're just along to enjoy the wild ride

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
not one swift second can the engine take
we aren't supposed to let you even know
the meaning of each many-sided flake
not one swift second can the engine take

each act is chosen for tradition's sake
a moment and we know we have to go
not one swift second can the engine take
we aren't supposed to let you even know

choose to go swiftly or else to go slow
the rule once taken each one will endure
the matter changes with each ebb and flow
choose to go swiftly or else to go slow

above us in the sky the carrion crow
waits for a moment and a silence sure
choose to go swiftly or else to go slow
the rule once taken each one will endure

this malady has certainly no cure
for none of us us the sober and the rake
the arrogant and the merely demure
this malady has certainly no cure

the method we arrive at's never pure
each choice becomes the final one to make
this malady has certainly no cure
for none of us the sober and the rake

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (negative avatar)

 allow no second
batrachian now jumping
onto the driveway

this tiny being
how could it note my presence
facing its hunger

cool under the grass
its hexapod sustenance
waits all unknowing

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there's nothing here that will escape the fire
sunlight on leaves is pleasant but not all
nor does the forest truly form a hall

trappings of memory and of desire
combine to make the image we recall
there's nothing here that will escape the fire

wise horse draws force from both its dam and sire
not at all headstrong and in grace not small
we hear its laughter from the evening stall

 

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
 
say nothing that others may remember
your task's a simple one to get back home
the fire of wrath cools to a glowing ember

choices seem much clearer this september
we hide the key beneath the garden gnome
say nothing that others may remember

there will be other portents come december
for now we laugh and frolic in the foam
the fire of wrath cools to a glowing ember

the corpse of justice we will soon dismember
burying her deep beneath the silent loam
say nothing that others may remember

a simple truth but rawer than november
there is no mermaid with her busy comb
the fire of wrath cools to a glowing ember

duties fall too soon upon each member
there's no one left who'd ever want to roam
say nothing that others may remember
the fire of wrath cools to a glowing ember

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
 
all time compounds into no simple shape
hour after hour we wonder how we've come
not just to here but to the complex sum
rendered a moment on the passing tape
no need to shudder nor to bow and scrape
one cannot get the sweetly golden plum
without some cash left on the waiting drum
and sudden flash of some heroic cape
no answers come from the old marching band
just note the changes on the painted wall
and if you wait you'll get to see a bird
come down and take the coin from your hand
but not return to your despairing call
nor understand an honest spoken word

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