Friday, April 29, 2011

Moby-Dick in Verse III


Better Sleep With a Sober Cannibal Than a Drunken Christian 

New Haven streets were quit adventurous,
walking quickly pass ships cursed by black voodoo,
bad omens, curses applied by evil eyes. 
Ishmael feared that his body would capsize, 
if he did not find a place for the night.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Moby-Dick In Verse II



Merchant Marine Dreams of Sleep


From Ishmael's a musings he tramps on;
into New Bedford he is bound to gratify:
find a ship and eat his piece of sea-pie.
Ishmael passed stately inns of corruption,
he could not afford that kind subjugation.
He had missed his boat, Fates roll of dice,
and now he wanted rest, an Inn to lie
down in.   That's when he happened upon
a Black Angel of Doom who told of God's due,
he sat looking at his torn old black shoe,
the sermon shook Ishmael to the marrow
of his bones, and he prayed for his sorrow.
He knew he was a czar of an ice palace,
and asked, "How far away was God's grace
in New Bedford a place like Gomorrah.
O' to lie down in "Coffin's Inn" tomorrow.











Nederward



Truth Seekers in Tibet





We met 42 years ago now,(my has it been that long?) Tibet I believe, yes, it was Tibet. 
I was seeking enlightenment and peace at that remote, sheer walled, glacial monastery. I found you battered and broken slumped against a boulder, after what appeared to be a skiing accident (your foot had actually come out of the locked boot, leaving the ski and boot free to ski its way down through to the neighboring village... ouch!). I carried you the 6 winding miles up the mountain through waist deep powder to the monastery, where the other monks and I nursed you back to health, and taught you lessons of the way, and stories too numerous to tell here... It was a defining moment of my life meeting you... I still have never been able to explain the strange color of your blood, nor what appeared to be, in my opinion, some sort of bionic or metallic inner skeleton we found under your skin as we mended your wounds...


I am thankful for my friend Jason Augustitus,  I hope one day we can meet up back in Shangri La, until then I pray that shalom will be his state of mind.  

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