The big bad wolf’s plea bargain


At dinnertime in central park,
I prepare my meal and contemplate,
Of times long past and dark,
When all the stories congregate,
At the others I growl and bark,
In the stories I the reprobate,

First I saw, the pig with house of straw
As materials go not the best,
To puffs and a howl show it’s flaw,
And the weather takes care of the rest,
But the winds from which still brings awe
And that pig was such a pest,

Next I saw the porcine of wood,
Stubborn he still held a grudge,
But bad architecture did what it could,
Against gael force it had to budge,
I blew down his house twas common good,
The demolition order signed by a judge,

At last there is the brick house pork,
As proud as he was before,
Yet lived in basement in New York,
And remembered with fear our war,
His constructing withstood windy torque,
No damage to his décor,

But memories drift back to the hood,
The skipping girl laughing draped in scarlet,
My role in her tale misunderstood,
Of the tale she is the starlet,
There in the brilliant twilight she stood,
Times are kind to this old varlet,

So her grandmother yes I ated,
And yes I have big eyes,
That damn exchange I always hated,
When ensconced in grandma’s guise,
And it was only hunger I wished sated,
There was no malice as the tale implies,

It’s my place in these tales that make me sad
For the wolf is always the villain,
And the tales has changed so much I’m mad,
Since the invention of penicillin,
I never sought to be so big and bad,
Cause my stomach needed fillin,

Now that time is sadly ended,
And they are nougth but story,
None of these fences have mended,
In memory of past glory,
None my hunger suspended,
I bring my thoughts to someplace gory,

So I sit to my picnic meal,
With that scarlet harlot blanket beside,
And to my main course reveal,
And to the darker menu guide,
She knows for a fact it isn’t veal,
She smiles as her own hunger I provide.

the original alphabet

sandcastle

Sandcastle.

On this beach a castle did lie,
Of kings and queens of a lullaby,
To hold back the waves as we did try,
Washed like tears in a little girls eye,
Knowing that even sandcastles must die.

The land far off can beckon,
A cutting mirage of tranquilly,
Dismiss the crimson water I reckon,
And swim from civility,

The ocean deep, dark, rough surf,
The life within hunts the prey,
Life bloods water encumbers this new birth,
Dragged down with questions weigh,

You see before you that land ,
The sharks swim in for the kill,
On the shores of heaven you stand,
Your mind like it’s life still,

You reached the shores Nirvana,
And with all the blood in the water,
Eyes wide the wound belladonna,
The ocean keeps it’s slaughter,

And from it’s hidden scorn.
With the forces you withstand,
And from it’s tapestry torn,
With heart soul and hand,
And to this vow you’ve sworn,
With all honor may demand,
And from this watery wake mourn,
Once again your are a castle of sand,
Tis bloody business being reborn,

In a land far away,
A dragon held the land in sway,
And a greedy king wished not to pay,
A questing princess could save the day,


So he had a cunning plan,
Across the country heralds ran,
To save all the money he can,
And from his lands this dragon ban,


So he called for femme warrior pride,
A purest maiden to be his bride,
And cast the net wide,
But more he planned than dictum implied,


Soon a princess a dragon reaver,
She went to the king the known deceiver,
For a fair maid she was neither,
In her skill she was a believer,



“ A woman can slay a dragon never,”
The old king thought he was clever,
Ere his pursestring yield to sever,
She said “ You’re on your own in this endeavor”


“ Fine” she said with a smile,
I’ll just watch and wait awhile,
And sat she did with her nail file,
“ A meal perhaps before the aisle.”


That night they ate and dined,
The king found odd tastes when he wined,
And treated her in no way kind,
For greed could make even eagles blind,


Soon the dragon flew in strong,
Roaring and scorching the huddled throng,
And the old king saw what was wrong,
And the king heard his swam song,


The dragon the old king devour,
It’s stomach churned his taste sour,
The warrior woman held up a flower,
Blade drawn, “ Dragon I’ll meet you in the tower”

Soon the dragon in his rage,
Fought a battle to mark the age,
With one good stroke she turned the page,
Greed of both paid a terrible wage

“You tasted the king foul was his mettle,”
“ His soul needed time in the kettle”
“ No better poison than nettle,”
“ You die defeat not by blade but petal”


So the country had a new queen,
Many wars she’d fought and seen,
That when men and dragon act obscene,
But no sharper blade than a mind so keen,

For Damon


At last it is time to leave,
The feeling bittersweet,
But as fellows we shall not greave,
This is no retreat,

For in the lands far away,
And those within our breast,
It’s in the heart and mind you’ll stay,
The gods take care of the rest,

A new adventure you are starting,
As always far from finished,
What you gave us is not departing,
But in your loss we are diminished,

So revel my brother in friends made,
And in the victories won,
Your impact and art will never fade,
For few stand in the kinship of the Sun.

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