Soliciting Scheherazade
The peace that chimes
From the bells that climb
To the stars that toll
Shimmering heaven's fold.
Swarms of snow through a gilded field
Beckon the sun from the hands of fate.
Then the chimes ring garishly mad
Raising the oceans to a fearsome loathe.
The skies frescoed in various plaid;
Summoning the fools, shredding the clothed.
And oats roll out the vintage dune.
Those clothed playing the prune.
The chimes now carol by the sea,
The Gull's song, vicariously.
Peace sullenly reprises her role.
A midnight tease dawns the ages.
But the stars must fall as always they will.
Profaning paradise; preparing the prince.
Milton surrenders his quill -
Favor upon the mind, disguised as prudence.
The lies to follow would unearth the tides.
Ebbing and flowing only the enlightened.
Progeny abounds, deposing the begotten.
The future's fuse, whence death abides.
Death will become the course of life;
Frederick's birth cleansed by the midwife.
Stumble the suffering servant -
Extol the mechanical merchant!
Truth of the heart, truth of the mind,
Truth of the soul, all truths unwind.
A tapestry of justice, so recently revealed
Yearns for that truth to persist unconcealed.
An age of darkness carved out its lot.
Ipse dixit, the promised light.
Save this light co-mingled with death.
Save that dark, refracts with life.
Is it not said?
Death offers his smile for every man -
Is there more for every man to do?
But to requite?
A season of death follows freedom's heir.
Behold the course's par.
Leave the spring to sleep in winter's lair.
Pull the scab and see the scar.
The winter consumes his plan.
A perversion of his universe.
F equals not MA -
F equals only, I am.
So proud of themselves would they become.
To the follies of the mind most would succumb.
Reaching for the bizarre.
Soliciting Scheherazade.
Time motioned those centuries.
But they would not be hailed.
The season could only have but sailed,
Anchoring within the ossuary.
Charles they met with resounding joy.
Behold the ignorant coy.
Little do they understand his creation.
Seeking only to destroy the great celebration.
They raved over Coca, then raved some more.
Secrets of the mind were thought revealed.
Progeny, the antagonist of the healed.
And, eternally, love becomes the chore.
A Jew would be hailed their king of kings.
But lo the confusion
Which Jew is King?
And again, they failed to understand.
This relative nuance will never transcend,
The time of life as understood before.
The time that realizes the welkin core.
Then Vienna would seize the day.
Their great circle of life.
Little did they have to say.
Ignorant of the surrounding strife.
They embraced the melodic themes.
Hammers and sickles as it were.
Spiders and snakes as it was.
Oh what splendid teams!
Masters of Death,
Would they all become.
Complete with offspring,
with minds surly numb.
For they never ceased reaching for the bizarre
and Soliciting Scheherazade.
11/01/07 All Rights Reserved. SI
