Heart of Whimsy !

Celebrate life—on Mother’s Day, On birthdays bright or skies turned gray. In holidays or simple cheer, When those we love are gathered near. We toil and strive from day to day, With little time to rest or play. Not every joy comes dressed in gold, But in warm arms and stories told. The finest luxuries aren’t bought, But found in love, in care, in thought. In laughter shared around the fire, In memories that never tire. So never turn your heart away From moments meant to light the way. For life’s most precious gift, you’ll see, Is time with friends and family.

I Won’t Be Dead Until I Die (In Loving Defiance) I won’t be dead until I die— don’t send the hearse just yet. The Good Lord’s got the final say, and He ain’t called it yet. I’ll sleep when I am good and gone, when stars can’t hear me shout. But now I’ve got some songs to hum and punchlines to toss out. You gotta live while you’re alive— not fade, not stall, not pout. Some folks clock out at forty-five and just forget to check out. Let others moan, “You’re acting young!” I’ll raise my glass and grin. I may not have the knees I had, but I still jump right in. I’ll mow the devil’s backyard lawn and dance when I’m inclined. If that’s not sane, then fine by me— I’m proudly misaligned. And Yogi said it best, I think: “It ain’t over till it’s done.” So while I’ve got a breath to spend, I plan to have some fun. So mark me “still in play,” my friend. Don’t waste a long goodbye. I won’t be dead until I die— and even then, I just might try.

We cast our towers to the sky, Our iron spires, our whispered lie, That we might hold the stars in hand, And rule where gods alone should stand. With numbers, charts, and ceaseless schemes, We pierce the dark with gilded dreams, Proclaiming space shall bend and bow, As if it heeds our fleeting vow. The void is vast, the light is old, The echoes sung by suns grown cold. Yet still we launch, and still we climb, Defying time—defying time. Though light itself may mark our pace, We crawl across unyielding space, For even at our fleetest flight, The stars recede beyond our sight. We claim the dust, the barren stone, And plant our flags where none have flown, As if the black, eternal deep Would care who wakes and who must sleep. But space is wide, and we are small, A flicker in the endless sprawl. And long beyond our final breath, The stars shall shine, unmoved by death.

One man’s hour buys a feast, Another’s barely earns him bread. Yet each hour tolls the same release— A heartbeat gone, a step ahead. Does gold make one man’s breath more bright, His pulse more strong, his soul more deep? Or does he trade, by birth or right, A richer wage for time he keeps? For time is spent in equal share, No coin can stretch a fleeting day. The pauper’s hands, the prince’s care— Both fade alike, both waste away. Then tell me why one’s hour should gleam, While one is left to toil and grieve? If worth is measured in esteem, Then what is left when all must leave?

He pounds the podium, raves and cries, Spins his kingdom out of lies. Crowned in gold inside his mind, Yet truth and law, he leaves behind. He calls the press the enemy, Mocks the rule of democracy. With clenched fist raised, he claims his throne, A seat of power not his own. Courts are rigged, the votes are fake, His loss is more than he can take. He twists the past, rewrites the scene, A ruler made by broken dreams. Yet power fades, the tide rolls back, No scepter shields a heart so black. A king he dreamed, but fate still sings— No crown for liars, only strings.

April 21, 2013    Tyranny! Unsuspected seed of freedom.    We acknowledge you our sire.    An earnest rage you kindle when you bend our knee with fire.    Terror!  Without your specter, we easily forget.    Complacently we fritter about in doltish bliss.    Humanity, why must luminance of good require this?    Yet know that freedom's mettle, you forge with each assault.    Each witless volley cast upon our shore,    Steels Truth's resolve, our lifeblood all the more.    You cannot shake us. Not by word, nor with violent act.    We will endure in sacrifice and tears.    You will not break us. We do not yield to fear.    We are Liberty.    Our faith is elemental.     No evil will destroy us. Our nobility is quintessential.    We are strong, America! From shore to plain to peak.    We are just, America. Veracity ...

I could write some verse today It's a favorite kind of play But there are other things in life Like spending time with my wife There's always chores to task me too Just options really, no deadlines due I know I'll need to plan a meal It seems I'm cooking, that's the deal I did watch sunrise at half past five No point in sleeping while I'm alive There's eternity to rest the dead Enough of that sad future dread. I do believe I'll have my way Writing what I have to say.