Archive for June 2012

Reflection   1 comment

The words were good while they lasted …. (OK – they were barely reasonable)

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Posted 27/06/2012 by DarKarsean in Musing, Uncategorized

JAFASOF WANAAF   Leave a comment

If you can work it out, you are most likely one already. Welcome to the club.

(If not, you will have to work the name out yourself)

Posted 24/06/2012 by DarKarsean in Musing, Uncategorized

Three Sentinels   7 comments

Three Sentinels

On a quarter moonlit night
Upon a hillside grassed
Three sentinels, they gallantly stood
And watched the moonlight pass

Like pickets on a picket fence
Wrapped in words and sentiment
They held their line, no breaking time
To all they were a detriment

In snippets on that breezy night
The lovers words were craved
… to be a prince …she kissed … he loved
Didn’t want to lie … a heart … you gave

For that time the words were true
The sentinels stood, noble presence right
As forbidden lovers secretly embraced
Under moon of faith they held the night

On a quarter moonlit night
Upon a hillside grassed
Three sentinels, they gallantly stood
And watched the moonlight pass

Posted 24/06/2012 by DarKarsean in Musing, Photography, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Confusion   2 comments

I recently heard, for the second or third or fourth time, a particular poets words and by everything that I believe in, I really disagree with the words they say. I disagree so much with the intent of their words. I disagree so much with the picture that they portray. I really, really disagree with everything that they stand for in their words.
It confuses the hell out of me, for as much as I disagree with their feelings on the subject they write and speak about, as much as I dislike every word they say, I would fight anyone to protect this persons right to say exactly what they say.
We can be a strange and mystifying breed us humans and the thing that confuses me is …… well just about everything.
Are we a better person for not saying anything or for saying something – or is it the fact that we can dislike the words but still respect the person for saying them – even if we don’t like their words. You could ask, why do I sit through their performance if I don’t like their words. Well the answer is that I think it would be rude of me to get up and walk out on them after they started their performance.
What’s the answer – stuffed if I know.
That’s life I guess.

Posted 23/06/2012 by DarKarsean in Musing, Uncategorized

Epiphanies   2 comments

It’s only because of your age, she said
If you weren’t old no one would care
Maybe not even talk to you

I’ve had a thousand epiphanies

Was this just another one of many
Or another stab to a wearied heart
Where does the truth lie

I’ve had a thousand epiphanies

Where do we look for the truth
How many times can we accept
and reject the truth at the same time

I’ve had a thousand epiphanies

Do I want another one or
Is ignorance indeed bliss
Or is it an excuse

I’ve had a thousand epiphanies
I’ve had epiphanies by the thousands
Epiphanies in the thousands I have had

I just wish they’d piss off

Posted 20/06/2012 by DarKarsean in Musing, Uncategorized

And The “Bird” Played Once More   6 comments

The alto sax hung by its neck strap in silence
Its shadow lost on the smoke stained wall
A cloud of recycled nicotine hovered low
And the light flickered over the worn pool table

In the dim light lonely men shuffled the beer stained floor
Dollar coins stacked the faded green cushion
Shaking hands and fading eyesight lined the shots
As pool cues ran across nicotine stained fingers

A refuge for old men till it was their time to pass
(The “d” word was rarely used here)
Their memories of better days were long gone
Lost, mostly, in a haze of alcohol and heroin

History had carved its self into places like this
Tongue and groove walls from an age long gone
Old men in crumpled suits, with even older souls
Jackie Gleason’s for sure but no Paul Newman’s

A three legged dog lay quietly in the corner
Dizzy Gillespie played on the antique jukebox
as arthritic fingers tapped along to the jazz beat
If time had a throwback this was where it landed

Along the front of the bar ran a polished brass rail
With the faux marble top it seemed out of place
An ageing poet sat on a stool reading Bukowski and
Like everything else, no one noticed and no one cared

Suddenly the door flew open blowing eddies of snow across the floor
Those in the bar shivered as one but, not from the cold
Many thought they saw a shimmer of something in the air
But most would deny they saw anything at all

The lights went out one by one; pool table, ceiling, bar
Initially the red and blue neon sign defied the lack of power
But it to eventually buzzed and crackled before finally dying
Only the jukebox remained with Dizzy now playing in the dark

The sudden sound of a wooden chair scraping across the floor
Sent shivers up the spine of all there that night
No one moved, the darkness enveloping, hearts racing
Their hair literally stood on end, but more was to come

As Dizzy began playing Hot House on the jukebox
The sound of an alto sax pierced the night air
This was real; this was now, no jukebox sound
In the dark the sax played jazz with a spirit possessed

On and on it went, the riffs splitting the air, no one spoke
Minutes passed, the music played, then slowed
till finally the sax stopped and the jukebox played no more
A sense of calm now flowed over all within

Lights flickered, returning shadows to the walls
The neon sign dazzling all after the darkness
The old men looked around and saw the chair
Now set under where the sax had hung

Its outline visible on the tongue and groove wall
The alto sax now rested on the wooden chair
The only object left on the wall was the plaque which read
Charlie “Yardbird” Parker played here

Posted 15/06/2012 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

I Just Want to Make Love to You   2 comments

I just want to make love to you
Not rushed, no yee hah, just slow
Long maybe, if that is what you want
I want to be there for you
I want you to feel my love
I want you to hear my love
To me, I want to kiss you
With all the longing in my heart
This time is not just for me
This is to be a time for both of us
I want there to be as much before
As there is to be an after
For there to be a during,
For as long as you want it to be
You say you want me to take control
Well here I am, I take control
This time is to be for you not just me
I am not like others, for I care
I look at this partnership, this love
It has an equality to it that I never want to end
Whether we be in unison, or early or late
Know that at the end we will be equally spent
Of this I swear
I just want to make love to you

Posted 11/06/2012 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

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