the no ewe forbidding

the no ewe forbidding
2 april, 2006


i. pain

It won't be the same
crying softly that name
mama, why don't I belong
why did she make things go wrong

pain is my closest friend
tottering beginning, hectic end
day to day life I seek a beacon
sinking slowly, my life barren

it won't be the same
she won't even share the blame
small boys become grown men
she sees me even now as I was then

pain is still my dearest friend
tears have dried, my heart may ascend
heaven and hell are my daily treat
praying that either place, her I do not meet

sadness remains tender, there is no barter
all is not the same, I am yet her beggar


ii. words may heal

some days, when it rains
I think I have even more brains
inspiration hits, words fall in line
thoughts flow forward, they are mine

the din of the storm against the glass
windows creaking like an ancient mass
prayer for salvation, words so strong
lightheaded, nothing may go wrong

on dismal afternoons when it still rains
I think of ghosts bringing pain
smiling, nothing can reach me now
the power of words says a quick "ciao"

time brings meditation when it rains
look there's the key for my past chains!
with wing I take refreshing flight
I have no more need to battle and fight

after the storm sometimes I find the calm
words are my praise, my every psalm


iii. cheating

Aiding, abetting, fantastic cheating
grewsome efforts to undermine forbidding
or sooper creative spellings to kertail
answers zealos ewesers seek to assail

the mystic letter still may prevail
will I send my ideas by swift airmail
high above the horizon of chance
beyond the tower of earthly romance

I tantalize and temporize with words so frail
good wishes I seek, that ewe may hail
my attempts at bafoonery take little time
the dreaded letter may not ever rhyme

the owers click brootally by
no one thinks to wonder why
repay my efforts in ewessef'l points
for yer gifts a good bottle I'll appoint

cheaters sometimes find solootions
overly complicating shoor exceptions


iv. afterwards

afterwards, the portrait I paint
leaves me in need of respite, less I faint
that I know victory avoiding the taint
forbidden letters still combine into words
prolonged exercise in style is for the birds

they fly high taking with them my reason
dropping it on a faraway hill, the treason!
lost, rediscovered, my joy will later emblazon
now I'm alone in meditation, miles from nowhere
to tell a secret: I don't really care

heaven and hell alike I know too well
my heart has bled, now it may swell
the hesitation of yesteryear I now dispell
freedom to play, words to write or type
machines will prefect them, I cannot gripe

ideas take off on their own, speeding away
forbidden matters are said only in the month of May
we'll have to wait awhile, dreams for another day