Harold
Jedi Council Member
no title (approx 2003)
Its been a long time,
its been a my time,
and it is high time,
we walk in freedom.
Its Killaloe's time.
We wrap it in a reggee rhyme.
We no wanna no , what the judgement say....
We no live by the judges way,
We want freedom.
Hear us now, Police man
don't lock us up,
cause we smoke contriband.
Anarchy is my brother,
Freedom is my mother.
Rumblefish Freeway (approx 1980)
Its my rumblefish freeway,
never been down it,
dead air damp,
visibility.... none,
maybe 70 feet or so,
I see head lights,
dull in the distance,
they burst out into
plain view,
its a black 67' Shame
tinted windows polished crome
and those pointy rear
red lights with a horn
that goes be, de-de-de
de-de as it passes out
ove view.
Coming down the freeway
into the mist is a
59' metalic blue Pride
with a high rounded trunk
dark navy leather interior
Am-Hi-Fi
My father had a Turquoise
colored one, I'm lying but
he had one.
I can hear this one befor
I even see it. Diesel 18
wheeler Love looks
brand new! These things
just roar up and down
this freeway. Rain water
always splashing on the mud
flaps making that sound.
Windshield wipers slappin time...
Now I'm stealing, but they are
slappin time,
Its my -flickin- freeway
and I've never been down
it, and with all the mist and
fog I
could never see a dame thing.
Now the sun is out,
its warm and breezy
there's a fairly large steep hill
up ahead I never knew was
there,
with a beautiful forest and
a lazy river flowing into
the Mississippi probably!
there's birds, deer a few dead
ground hogs lying peacefully
smushed along the side of the
road, its beautiful!
the traffic's going up and down
the freeway and I still don't
know where the -flick- its going
or where the -flick- its comming
from!
sorry for the language.... but thats how I wrote it many years ago...
The Ship of fools (approx 2004)
Is the great vessel of the human spirit adrift in caos.
The shores of madness not far,
it is dark, the waves shredded among mangroves shriek as stars watch helpless.
when phosphorus bursts link the burning bushes rock and sea.
Hard at the helm farces frieks fachists fronts, has smashed its rudder
And no one knows that the compass is corrupt too.
As they drive hard in circles
destined to let the great currents seal their fates
cloaked dark windward beaten rock fields peaking out from the sea .... waits
No beach, not a reef nor ile,
only hiss of pyrotechnical missles,
and the bright burning explosions that crack the night sky into a million pieces.
Bright lights impress upon the madmen,
believing it must be
Gallillea.
Nov. 11 For All Saints (approx 2005)
My soul is an air raid siren,
it is screaming,
Screaming for justice.
My soul wails for those who went befor me.
Picture it,
feel it,
hear my souls siren.
Part of a short story I was writing...
M'lady, doth thow approve of such a monicker as LHT? Twas a typo m'lady. Thy humble servant meant to be Lord Holy Error...to m'lady...I haveth an swath of bog if thou wouldeth be interested to purchase this outstanding parcel of property...lol...aka swampland...lol...
If I may indulgeth thy court to explaineth thy name;
...a long time ago....in a distant land...there was a kingdom in the land of the Blue Heron....in this Kindom was a young prince...Prince Anatoly-of-the-Blue-Heron-Clan.
This young prince possessed the family heritage of 'The look', this divine gift, allowed one to see into the hearts of others... as long as one had a true and honest heart in their possession...young Anatoly entered his families 'Order of the Light Hearts'...apprenticed as a squire...became a Journeyman of the 'Order of the Light Hearts'...and eventually took his final quest to become a Knight of the Order of the Light Heart...this final Quest...The Vision Quest...is where one visits the dream land where all past members of the 'Light Heart' are at rest...Kings, Queens, Knights, High Priestessess and High Priests...on this quest one presents ones heart to the court of the 'Light Heart' of Dream Land. Where it is put upon a scale and weighted against a feather. Anatoly's heart was as light as a feather and so he became a Knight of the Lighthearted Ones...for as long as his heart was true and blue, this precious honor all things good he would do...Prince Anatoly became a Royal Knight, possessing the 'Look' he held all the keys of all the 'The Hearts of Blue'...simply put, these keys were the knowledge of who had a Royal True and Blue Heart...and who possessed a dark and heavy heart...
One day....his mother, the Queen of the Blue Hearts...whose duty it was to sit by the well of truth... to protect it from darkened hearts wishing to draw from its waters of truth for their own evil intents... on this day, a dark cloud full of majic rolled across the sky...little drops of majic rain came down and clouded her vision, so when the dark souless evil overlord Prince Holly of the evil Holly Tree clan appeared befor her, she mistook him for young Anatoly and let him drink from the sacred waters....for an instant this mad man was able to see into the hearts of all and especially into the hearts of the Royal Family of the Blue Hearts...with this knowledge he found what he was looking for...Prince Anatoly had a younger brother...who for reasons not of his doing, had a great many troubles, as a child he could not protect his younger sister who was taken by the evil souless Holly Tree clan...this weight was heavy on his heart, for he always blamed himself...and thus his heart was darkened with rage and revenge, in the name of his precious long lost sister...having never overcome this tragic loss, the Princes younger brother, Prince Davidoff was to never venture off alone without the company of his older brother to keep watch over him and his dark heart.
So a plan was set by the evil souless Overlord Prince Holly... he hurried back to his homeland...and in his families courtyard...where their sacred Holly Tree stands.... he summoned the Ravens purched in this tree, to eats its fruit, and then set them free... they scattered about, oer land and sea.
Their droppings full of the evil seed, as they scattered, they spread the evil breed.
Now it came about that one such seed, planted itself, for a future evil deed.
Only meters from the well of truth, a Holly Tree grew, its branches strong, its thorns...sharper than any dragons tooth.
And on a night, without moon light, Dark Prince Holly with all his might, summoned clouds dark and deep, to bring a storm, which his plans shall reap.
The winds rushed in, clap of thunder to follow, lightning struck where the Holly tree was hollow. This weakend branch fell down... its broken edge, dug into the ground. Its silver thorns they glistened bright, for all to see on this darkened night...a limb of Holly...fell from its tree...no longer a branch..as one can see...it became a weapon with evil intent, for in the hands of the dark hearted, all hell shall be sent....
Days later while the Queen Mother sat at the well...
black skies in the east, rose up in a swell, from fires burning, who started it?...
no one could tell...
Anatoly was summoned...
on a mission he must go...
to seek an answer....
was it friend or foe?
Approaching the charred remains...
he saw a troll by the brook...
encanting dark spells, of fire from a book..
Anatoly gave chase, the troll he was gone, off into tangled scrub...this adventure became long...
Back in his kingdom...far far away...dark riders approached...bringing death and decay...
The Queen at her well...Anatolies young brother at play...the riders disomunted...to the Queens dismay...her screams so loud...as they approached...closer and closer they encroached...
To the ground, she was thrown, the Royal Maiden was raped, from the garden of truth she could not escape...not far from her throne, Davidoff alone, he rushed to her side, revenge he would abide...
No weapon in hand! The Dark Riders be dammed! He looked around, the Holly Branch he found...
Thorns of silver, one end so sharp, he drew the lumber up in the air, to kill these raiders, he thought was fair!
But Hollywood in the hands of a darkend heart, betrayed him now...as he killed all with such a ferocious start...to mother he thought...how could you so? Lay with these devils?...then to hell you must go!
Blackend with rage, he pierced the old sage...without a thought, her end it brought.
His true blue mother, who guarded the sacred well, raped by strangers, and by her own son... pierced with Hollywood...was sent to hell...
For let it be knowen, the True Blue on their thrown, will burn in hell...should Hollywood touch thy bone.
On his return, Anatolys heart did burn, when he saw his dead mother, by Hollywoods turn.
In the pits of hell, he knows she'll dwell...madness surronding him....his heart....it fell...
It fell....it tumbled...into hell so deep...blacken now, dark tears it will weep...
So he journeyed down, into darkness deep, a heavy heart never shines ....no light shall seep...a blind man now...into darknes must he go....feeling about for mother...no light to show...
He approached the gates of hell....the hounds saw him a comin...a blind man with a dark heart, but in fear he was a hummin...
The tune t'was a bright beauty...from days long lost.... in her arms, as a babe he would hear his mothers songs, her love still lived at all cost...
It is said that music sooths even a savage beast....and the hounds who guarded hell's gates...were this in the least...
Both hounds shed a tear, for tunes such as this, had not ever met their ears in the darkend abyss.
Such beauty tunes could not enter dark hell, so they dragged his body back up to the well...
They licked his wounds, which brought him health...not leaving his side, their new master, they could see his wealth...
Fresh air around them, sunshine abounds, these hounds gazed in wild wonder at the new land they found.
Each took an eye from their sockets they pulled, and gave them to their new master...so the story is told...
A blind man from hell, he is no more... but those old eyes had seen so much war... his mothers song still perched in his now dark heart... and his new eyes, with the terror of past sight...confused about, what it is he shall be, his eyes they see terror, but the song reminds him...Holy once was he...
So Lord HolyTerror was born on this day, two, one eyed Hell Hounds lead his way...his memory not lost, but his heart now dark... it is with great sorrow his new quest must start...
If a choice was ever again, given to him, his brother alone, would never have bin...he cannot go back to what once was...he can only forge forward to bring back lost trust...
So forgive him m'lady, this horrible name...
His past haunts him so... but with it new fame... he is your servant...this you can claim... He'll bring Holy Terror to those who spit on your name...and death to the souless evil hoards will not be in vain...
This is for children... to be read aloud.... very fast... and in a silly voice...
One day there was this little dude.
and he was just being a dude ,
y'know hanging out 'chillin' ,
but he was the only one.
and he was like DUDE ..
WHERE'S THE DUDES?
There arnt any dude.
Dude that aint jiggy.
Crib aint the same without the hommies dude.
dude I gots ta git me some dudes,
so dude where are the hommies,
there arnt any.
so how do I get my dogs out,
well little dude you make em.
kewl.. dude.
so the little dude looked around,
and he only saw himself.
so he though.
Dude!! ya I'll make a dude, dude.
and so he did.
And the two little dudes checked it out.
Dude! awesome dude!!!.
dude! Cha!
and all was most excellent
and now there was two little dudes
and they were just being dudes ,
y'know hanging out 'chillin' ,
but theer were only two.
and dude was like DUDE ..
WHERE'S THE DUDES?
Dude its just us dude.
Dude that aint jiggy.
Crib aint the same without the hommies dude.
dude we gots ta git us some dudes, dude
so dude where are the hommies,
there arnt any dude.
so how do we get our dogs out,
well little dude I made you.
kewl.. dude.
so the little dudes looked around,
and they only saw themselves.
so dude though.
Dude!! when I made you
where'd you come from dude
Over.. over there dude
and they looked over there
so little dude said
dude ... befor I got here
what was it like dude
Dude it was amazing dude
dude it was just like me dude
kewl dude
Im jiggy with that dude
dude!... lets do it dude!
ya dude we need a posse dude!
Duuuuude!
ya dude we'll make a dude, dude.
and so they did.
And the two little dudes checked out little dude.
Dudes! awesome dudes!!!.
dude! Cha!
and all was most excellent
and now there was three little dudes
and they were just being a dudes ,
y'know hanging out 'chillin' ,
but they were only three.
and dude was like DUDE ..
WHERE'S THE DUDES?
Dude its just us dude.
Dude that aint jiggy.
Crib aint the same without the hommies dude.
dudes we gots ta git us some dudes, dudes,
so dude where are the hommies,
there arnt any dude.
so how do we get our dogs out,
well little dude we made you.
kewl.. dude.
so the little dudes looked around,
and they only saw themselves.
so dude though.
Dude!! when we made you
where'd you come from dude
Over.. over there dude
and they looked over there
so little dude said
dudes ... befor I got here
what was it like dudes
Dude it was like amazing dude
dude it was just like us dude
kewl dude
ya dude lets make it like it was dude
Im jiggy with that dude
dudes!... lets do it dudes!
two dudes! dudes!
ya dude we need a posse dude!
Dude....yea!
ya dude we'll make two dudes, dude.
and so they did.
And the three little dudes checked out two little dudes.
Dudes! awesome dudes!!!.
dude! Cha!
and all was most excellent
and now there was five little dudes
and they were just being a dudes ,
y'know hanging out 'chillin' ,
but they were only five.
and dude was like DUDE ..
WHERE'S THE DUDES?
Dude its just us dude.
Dude that aint jiggy.
Crib aint the same without the hommiesdude.
dudes we gots ta git us some dudes, dudes,
so dude where are the hommies,
there arnt any dude.
so how do we get our dogs out,
well little dudes we made yous dudes.
kewl.. dudes.
so the little dudes looked around,
and they only saw themselves.
so dude though.
Dudes!! when we made you
where'd you all come from dudes
Over.. over there dude
and they looked over there
so little dude said
dudes ... befor we got here
what was it like dudes
Dudes it was like amazing dude
dudes it was just like us dude
kewl dudes
ya dude lets make it like it was dude
were jiggy with that dude
dudes!... lets do it dudes!
three dudes! dudes!
ya dudes we need a posse dude!
Dude....yea!
ya dude we'll make three dudes, dude.
and so they did.
And the five little dudes checked out three little dudes.
Dudes! awesome dudes!!!.
dude! Cha!
and all was most excellent
dudes.... check it out dude
we got eight dudes... dude
now this is chillin dude
hangin by the pool at the crib dude
this is sooo kewl dude
we are so rad dude
lets go surfing dude
ya dude we got a surf possee dude
dude its gonna be all like chillin dude
just us dudes,
lets blow the crib dudes
the eight little dudes went surfing
and all was most excellent
I Come In Peace
I come in peace...One piece.
One little piece of creation.
A fragment of all.
A muted note...silent,
awaiting my moment.
My moment to sing,
as one piece,
one note,
among many notes,
many fragments,
all parts of a wondourous divine symphony.
Paitient...I sit silently,
awaiting my moment...My moment to sing,
my one little note,
gone will be my moment...as quickly as it appears.
And it is an honor,
to know I have a moment...a note,
one little piece,
in the great symphony.
It gives me peace...to know,
I am a part,
I am a piece...of all.
And one moment,
soon.
The Maestro,
will raise the Baton,
we will sing... our song,
with pleasure,
with peace,
in honor,
to Mother Earth,
and Father Gravity.
So be it.
Ode to the fowl.... the Owl
In a fit of fright,
we fly at night,
afraid of what might be.
You lurk,
out of sight,
under full moons light.
Do we see,
from what we flee,
is our shadows.
In bright moon light you are out of sight.
Dogs howl.
Is that a growl?
A owl though wise,
upon a branch he lies.
perched up in his tree...
In darkness he can see.
The blind in darkness, full of woe.
Have not the knowledge,
they do not know.
At dawn the light
of day it breaks,
The bonds that darkness
wish to take,
enslaving you and me.
For it is the Owl,
That which we should howl.
In darkness he can see!
But oh wise bird,
Have you heard,
You hoot,
but not, for me.
At the break of light,
wise Owl take flight.
For it is you.... you!
asking who?...hoo!
In the light we see,
that it was you!
Asking who?
How could that be?
Why would you,
ask us who,
when after all,
it was you
whose questions drew,
answers in the dark,
what a lark, in the dark
you ask who?
But it was thee!
Why would you,
oh wise bird,
ask us who,
when it is you,
at night in darkness,
who clearly see's.
I stop,
I think,
I wonder who?
It is, that calls out to me.
My mind,
too so dark,
but from questions,
alight a spark,
a prescious flame,
and I begin to see.
And if I stop,
to look and ponder,
who, hoots their hoot to me.
Will it not be the one that hoots,
who will prey after me?
So now I see,
how a wise fowl,
the great old Owl.
Uses his hoot,
in the dark,
to prey on you and me.
So in wonder I stop,
and from atop,
your gaze,
it falls upon me...
In darkness,
your prey,
you see.
I stop,
to ponder,
who hoots out yonder?
I think it is for me.
But I am his prey,
and hide till break of day.
He hoots his hoo,
so his prey will stop in wonder.
He hoots, I ponder,
I stop to wonder....
Is this the end for me?
Its been a long time,
its been a my time,
and it is high time,
we walk in freedom.
Its Killaloe's time.
We wrap it in a reggee rhyme.
We no wanna no , what the judgement say....
We no live by the judges way,
We want freedom.
Hear us now, Police man
don't lock us up,
cause we smoke contriband.
Anarchy is my brother,
Freedom is my mother.
Rumblefish Freeway (approx 1980)
Its my rumblefish freeway,
never been down it,
dead air damp,
visibility.... none,
maybe 70 feet or so,
I see head lights,
dull in the distance,
they burst out into
plain view,
its a black 67' Shame
tinted windows polished crome
and those pointy rear
red lights with a horn
that goes be, de-de-de
de-de as it passes out
ove view.
Coming down the freeway
into the mist is a
59' metalic blue Pride
with a high rounded trunk
dark navy leather interior
Am-Hi-Fi
My father had a Turquoise
colored one, I'm lying but
he had one.
I can hear this one befor
I even see it. Diesel 18
wheeler Love looks
brand new! These things
just roar up and down
this freeway. Rain water
always splashing on the mud
flaps making that sound.
Windshield wipers slappin time...
Now I'm stealing, but they are
slappin time,
Its my -flickin- freeway
and I've never been down
it, and with all the mist and
fog I
could never see a dame thing.
Now the sun is out,
its warm and breezy
there's a fairly large steep hill
up ahead I never knew was
there,
with a beautiful forest and
a lazy river flowing into
the Mississippi probably!
there's birds, deer a few dead
ground hogs lying peacefully
smushed along the side of the
road, its beautiful!
the traffic's going up and down
the freeway and I still don't
know where the -flick- its going
or where the -flick- its comming
from!
sorry for the language.... but thats how I wrote it many years ago...
The Ship of fools (approx 2004)
Is the great vessel of the human spirit adrift in caos.
The shores of madness not far,
it is dark, the waves shredded among mangroves shriek as stars watch helpless.
when phosphorus bursts link the burning bushes rock and sea.
Hard at the helm farces frieks fachists fronts, has smashed its rudder
And no one knows that the compass is corrupt too.
As they drive hard in circles
destined to let the great currents seal their fates
cloaked dark windward beaten rock fields peaking out from the sea .... waits
No beach, not a reef nor ile,
only hiss of pyrotechnical missles,
and the bright burning explosions that crack the night sky into a million pieces.
Bright lights impress upon the madmen,
believing it must be
Gallillea.
Nov. 11 For All Saints (approx 2005)
My soul is an air raid siren,
it is screaming,
Screaming for justice.
My soul wails for those who went befor me.
Picture it,
feel it,
hear my souls siren.
Part of a short story I was writing...
M'lady, doth thow approve of such a monicker as LHT? Twas a typo m'lady. Thy humble servant meant to be Lord Holy Error...to m'lady...I haveth an swath of bog if thou wouldeth be interested to purchase this outstanding parcel of property...lol...aka swampland...lol...
If I may indulgeth thy court to explaineth thy name;
...a long time ago....in a distant land...there was a kingdom in the land of the Blue Heron....in this Kindom was a young prince...Prince Anatoly-of-the-Blue-Heron-Clan.
This young prince possessed the family heritage of 'The look', this divine gift, allowed one to see into the hearts of others... as long as one had a true and honest heart in their possession...young Anatoly entered his families 'Order of the Light Hearts'...apprenticed as a squire...became a Journeyman of the 'Order of the Light Hearts'...and eventually took his final quest to become a Knight of the Order of the Light Heart...this final Quest...The Vision Quest...is where one visits the dream land where all past members of the 'Light Heart' are at rest...Kings, Queens, Knights, High Priestessess and High Priests...on this quest one presents ones heart to the court of the 'Light Heart' of Dream Land. Where it is put upon a scale and weighted against a feather. Anatoly's heart was as light as a feather and so he became a Knight of the Lighthearted Ones...for as long as his heart was true and blue, this precious honor all things good he would do...Prince Anatoly became a Royal Knight, possessing the 'Look' he held all the keys of all the 'The Hearts of Blue'...simply put, these keys were the knowledge of who had a Royal True and Blue Heart...and who possessed a dark and heavy heart...
One day....his mother, the Queen of the Blue Hearts...whose duty it was to sit by the well of truth... to protect it from darkened hearts wishing to draw from its waters of truth for their own evil intents... on this day, a dark cloud full of majic rolled across the sky...little drops of majic rain came down and clouded her vision, so when the dark souless evil overlord Prince Holly of the evil Holly Tree clan appeared befor her, she mistook him for young Anatoly and let him drink from the sacred waters....for an instant this mad man was able to see into the hearts of all and especially into the hearts of the Royal Family of the Blue Hearts...with this knowledge he found what he was looking for...Prince Anatoly had a younger brother...who for reasons not of his doing, had a great many troubles, as a child he could not protect his younger sister who was taken by the evil souless Holly Tree clan...this weight was heavy on his heart, for he always blamed himself...and thus his heart was darkened with rage and revenge, in the name of his precious long lost sister...having never overcome this tragic loss, the Princes younger brother, Prince Davidoff was to never venture off alone without the company of his older brother to keep watch over him and his dark heart.
So a plan was set by the evil souless Overlord Prince Holly... he hurried back to his homeland...and in his families courtyard...where their sacred Holly Tree stands.... he summoned the Ravens purched in this tree, to eats its fruit, and then set them free... they scattered about, oer land and sea.
Their droppings full of the evil seed, as they scattered, they spread the evil breed.
Now it came about that one such seed, planted itself, for a future evil deed.
Only meters from the well of truth, a Holly Tree grew, its branches strong, its thorns...sharper than any dragons tooth.
And on a night, without moon light, Dark Prince Holly with all his might, summoned clouds dark and deep, to bring a storm, which his plans shall reap.
The winds rushed in, clap of thunder to follow, lightning struck where the Holly tree was hollow. This weakend branch fell down... its broken edge, dug into the ground. Its silver thorns they glistened bright, for all to see on this darkened night...a limb of Holly...fell from its tree...no longer a branch..as one can see...it became a weapon with evil intent, for in the hands of the dark hearted, all hell shall be sent....
Days later while the Queen Mother sat at the well...
black skies in the east, rose up in a swell, from fires burning, who started it?...
no one could tell...
Anatoly was summoned...
on a mission he must go...
to seek an answer....
was it friend or foe?
Approaching the charred remains...
he saw a troll by the brook...
encanting dark spells, of fire from a book..
Anatoly gave chase, the troll he was gone, off into tangled scrub...this adventure became long...
Back in his kingdom...far far away...dark riders approached...bringing death and decay...
The Queen at her well...Anatolies young brother at play...the riders disomunted...to the Queens dismay...her screams so loud...as they approached...closer and closer they encroached...
To the ground, she was thrown, the Royal Maiden was raped, from the garden of truth she could not escape...not far from her throne, Davidoff alone, he rushed to her side, revenge he would abide...
No weapon in hand! The Dark Riders be dammed! He looked around, the Holly Branch he found...
Thorns of silver, one end so sharp, he drew the lumber up in the air, to kill these raiders, he thought was fair!
But Hollywood in the hands of a darkend heart, betrayed him now...as he killed all with such a ferocious start...to mother he thought...how could you so? Lay with these devils?...then to hell you must go!
Blackend with rage, he pierced the old sage...without a thought, her end it brought.
His true blue mother, who guarded the sacred well, raped by strangers, and by her own son... pierced with Hollywood...was sent to hell...
For let it be knowen, the True Blue on their thrown, will burn in hell...should Hollywood touch thy bone.
On his return, Anatolys heart did burn, when he saw his dead mother, by Hollywoods turn.
In the pits of hell, he knows she'll dwell...madness surronding him....his heart....it fell...
It fell....it tumbled...into hell so deep...blacken now, dark tears it will weep...
So he journeyed down, into darkness deep, a heavy heart never shines ....no light shall seep...a blind man now...into darknes must he go....feeling about for mother...no light to show...
He approached the gates of hell....the hounds saw him a comin...a blind man with a dark heart, but in fear he was a hummin...
The tune t'was a bright beauty...from days long lost.... in her arms, as a babe he would hear his mothers songs, her love still lived at all cost...
It is said that music sooths even a savage beast....and the hounds who guarded hell's gates...were this in the least...
Both hounds shed a tear, for tunes such as this, had not ever met their ears in the darkend abyss.
Such beauty tunes could not enter dark hell, so they dragged his body back up to the well...
They licked his wounds, which brought him health...not leaving his side, their new master, they could see his wealth...
Fresh air around them, sunshine abounds, these hounds gazed in wild wonder at the new land they found.
Each took an eye from their sockets they pulled, and gave them to their new master...so the story is told...
A blind man from hell, he is no more... but those old eyes had seen so much war... his mothers song still perched in his now dark heart... and his new eyes, with the terror of past sight...confused about, what it is he shall be, his eyes they see terror, but the song reminds him...Holy once was he...
So Lord HolyTerror was born on this day, two, one eyed Hell Hounds lead his way...his memory not lost, but his heart now dark... it is with great sorrow his new quest must start...
If a choice was ever again, given to him, his brother alone, would never have bin...he cannot go back to what once was...he can only forge forward to bring back lost trust...
So forgive him m'lady, this horrible name...
His past haunts him so... but with it new fame... he is your servant...this you can claim... He'll bring Holy Terror to those who spit on your name...and death to the souless evil hoards will not be in vain...
This is for children... to be read aloud.... very fast... and in a silly voice...
One day there was this little dude.
and he was just being a dude ,
y'know hanging out 'chillin' ,
but he was the only one.
and he was like DUDE ..
WHERE'S THE DUDES?
There arnt any dude.
Dude that aint jiggy.
Crib aint the same without the hommies dude.
dude I gots ta git me some dudes,
so dude where are the hommies,
there arnt any.
so how do I get my dogs out,
well little dude you make em.
kewl.. dude.
so the little dude looked around,
and he only saw himself.
so he though.
Dude!! ya I'll make a dude, dude.
and so he did.
And the two little dudes checked it out.
Dude! awesome dude!!!.
dude! Cha!
and all was most excellent
and now there was two little dudes
and they were just being dudes ,
y'know hanging out 'chillin' ,
but theer were only two.
and dude was like DUDE ..
WHERE'S THE DUDES?
Dude its just us dude.
Dude that aint jiggy.
Crib aint the same without the hommies dude.
dude we gots ta git us some dudes, dude
so dude where are the hommies,
there arnt any dude.
so how do we get our dogs out,
well little dude I made you.
kewl.. dude.
so the little dudes looked around,
and they only saw themselves.
so dude though.
Dude!! when I made you
where'd you come from dude
Over.. over there dude
and they looked over there
so little dude said
dude ... befor I got here
what was it like dude
Dude it was amazing dude
dude it was just like me dude
kewl dude
Im jiggy with that dude
dude!... lets do it dude!
ya dude we need a posse dude!
Duuuuude!
ya dude we'll make a dude, dude.
and so they did.
And the two little dudes checked out little dude.
Dudes! awesome dudes!!!.
dude! Cha!
and all was most excellent
and now there was three little dudes
and they were just being a dudes ,
y'know hanging out 'chillin' ,
but they were only three.
and dude was like DUDE ..
WHERE'S THE DUDES?
Dude its just us dude.
Dude that aint jiggy.
Crib aint the same without the hommies dude.
dudes we gots ta git us some dudes, dudes,
so dude where are the hommies,
there arnt any dude.
so how do we get our dogs out,
well little dude we made you.
kewl.. dude.
so the little dudes looked around,
and they only saw themselves.
so dude though.
Dude!! when we made you
where'd you come from dude
Over.. over there dude
and they looked over there
so little dude said
dudes ... befor I got here
what was it like dudes
Dude it was like amazing dude
dude it was just like us dude
kewl dude
ya dude lets make it like it was dude
Im jiggy with that dude
dudes!... lets do it dudes!
two dudes! dudes!
ya dude we need a posse dude!
Dude....yea!
ya dude we'll make two dudes, dude.
and so they did.
And the three little dudes checked out two little dudes.
Dudes! awesome dudes!!!.
dude! Cha!
and all was most excellent
and now there was five little dudes
and they were just being a dudes ,
y'know hanging out 'chillin' ,
but they were only five.
and dude was like DUDE ..
WHERE'S THE DUDES?
Dude its just us dude.
Dude that aint jiggy.
Crib aint the same without the hommiesdude.
dudes we gots ta git us some dudes, dudes,
so dude where are the hommies,
there arnt any dude.
so how do we get our dogs out,
well little dudes we made yous dudes.
kewl.. dudes.
so the little dudes looked around,
and they only saw themselves.
so dude though.
Dudes!! when we made you
where'd you all come from dudes
Over.. over there dude
and they looked over there
so little dude said
dudes ... befor we got here
what was it like dudes
Dudes it was like amazing dude
dudes it was just like us dude
kewl dudes
ya dude lets make it like it was dude
were jiggy with that dude
dudes!... lets do it dudes!
three dudes! dudes!
ya dudes we need a posse dude!
Dude....yea!
ya dude we'll make three dudes, dude.
and so they did.
And the five little dudes checked out three little dudes.
Dudes! awesome dudes!!!.
dude! Cha!
and all was most excellent
dudes.... check it out dude
we got eight dudes... dude
now this is chillin dude
hangin by the pool at the crib dude
this is sooo kewl dude
we are so rad dude
lets go surfing dude
ya dude we got a surf possee dude
dude its gonna be all like chillin dude
just us dudes,
lets blow the crib dudes
the eight little dudes went surfing
and all was most excellent
I Come In Peace
I come in peace...One piece.
One little piece of creation.
A fragment of all.
A muted note...silent,
awaiting my moment.
My moment to sing,
as one piece,
one note,
among many notes,
many fragments,
all parts of a wondourous divine symphony.
Paitient...I sit silently,
awaiting my moment...My moment to sing,
my one little note,
gone will be my moment...as quickly as it appears.
And it is an honor,
to know I have a moment...a note,
one little piece,
in the great symphony.
It gives me peace...to know,
I am a part,
I am a piece...of all.
And one moment,
soon.
The Maestro,
will raise the Baton,
we will sing... our song,
with pleasure,
with peace,
in honor,
to Mother Earth,
and Father Gravity.
So be it.
Ode to the fowl.... the Owl
In a fit of fright,
we fly at night,
afraid of what might be.
You lurk,
out of sight,
under full moons light.
Do we see,
from what we flee,
is our shadows.
In bright moon light you are out of sight.
Dogs howl.
Is that a growl?
A owl though wise,
upon a branch he lies.
perched up in his tree...
In darkness he can see.
The blind in darkness, full of woe.
Have not the knowledge,
they do not know.
At dawn the light
of day it breaks,
The bonds that darkness
wish to take,
enslaving you and me.
For it is the Owl,
That which we should howl.
In darkness he can see!
But oh wise bird,
Have you heard,
You hoot,
but not, for me.
At the break of light,
wise Owl take flight.
For it is you.... you!
asking who?...hoo!
In the light we see,
that it was you!
Asking who?
How could that be?
Why would you,
ask us who,
when after all,
it was you
whose questions drew,
answers in the dark,
what a lark, in the dark
you ask who?
But it was thee!
Why would you,
oh wise bird,
ask us who,
when it is you,
at night in darkness,
who clearly see's.
I stop,
I think,
I wonder who?
It is, that calls out to me.
My mind,
too so dark,
but from questions,
alight a spark,
a prescious flame,
and I begin to see.
And if I stop,
to look and ponder,
who, hoots their hoot to me.
Will it not be the one that hoots,
who will prey after me?
So now I see,
how a wise fowl,
the great old Owl.
Uses his hoot,
in the dark,
to prey on you and me.
So in wonder I stop,
and from atop,
your gaze,
it falls upon me...
In darkness,
your prey,
you see.
I stop,
to ponder,
who hoots out yonder?
I think it is for me.
But I am his prey,
and hide till break of day.
He hoots his hoo,
so his prey will stop in wonder.
He hoots, I ponder,
I stop to wonder....
Is this the end for me?
... I wanted to fit the fibanchi?? code is it? into a kids poem... the importance of looking back to move forward.... how leaves n stuff grow....I always use a california surfer dudes persona... I like to read poetry aloud... thats the best part about poems.... how they sound.... I'm glad their not finger nails across the chalk board to you... 
I'm seeing lots of neutral lines and shapes, intense diagonals, flags tearing in the wind, people rising up over a battle scene, a boy and a mother and more if I think further on it...;D
