to dull the doldrums listen to what ever comes out of your primordial soup listen for a minute then blink and recoup whatever they told you when you were three about the sorrow they brought to me then blinded me so i could not see the reason they cursed me with this agony remember the beautiful mandolin range long before the rain followed your pain and the northern blue gave you a sudden rush adn the grapes at your lips tasted like plush and upon your cheeks sits a rosy blush as your feet kick up angel dust and in your chest laughter is a must as water falls in sugar walls begin to gush

                                                     (a sudden rush)           r. grant

to be killed with kindess

upon the field of battle

to be a northen man

and to feel wings

float upon your hands

 to feel like you've

never felt before untill

you hear old man death

rapping upon your doors

to see sights

before never known

to have revelations

before never shown

to have everything

and give it all away

to hope that it may

return to you someday

to breathe life

into a wilted rose

then have thoughts

that nobody knows

to burn midnight oil

at the twilights hour

to be humble and yet

still wield the power                                          

                        

 

to the wilted rose   

august 2006  r. grant