Thoughts.
And a little extra...
A N T H O N Y A L B A N E S E
Relativity’s Absence
I am one or the other
to which I am still undecided.
I am either a coward for hiding
or brave for withstanding.
One seems more desirable
than the other.
Yet the other seems more plausible
than the first
If I choose one over the other,
the one I accept
becomes the one I deny.
This confuses me
because I understand it clearly.
Willow Tree
A river runs beneath the Willow tree.
Can you hear it? Can you see?
It makes no sound; it has no plea.
Through hallowed ground and broken bone.
With velvet seeds of dust and stone.
Of earth n' mud and deeds undone.
Lost amidst a blackened sun.
These hazel eyes have seen no fear,
they shed no tears.
Yet still the waters rise.
Can you hear it? Can you see?
A river runs beneath the Willow tree.
The King’s Garden
“Each man has his kingdom”
said the King.
Whether it be over one or many;
friend or foe.
Instinct unrestrained grows toxic,
furious and afraid.
A curse upon the innocent
and lure of man.
And even yet; If let be.
Eden never ceased,
it never withered or washed away.
The garden still remains.
The King's tree surrendered it's gift
and gave it's fruit.
Fed by the hands of God.
Given nectar and gold;
Nursed on the King's wine.
Nothing and everything will change.
And all things remain the same.
We are who we are not
and will never be who we have been.
“This is as it should be.” said the King.
Blood & Bone
They steal our silver and gold as we feed on the crumbs they drop.
A portion of blood and bone on the floor of the butcher shop.
"I know a little bit about a lot of things but not a lot about anything. "This is sufficient." said the Wise Man. "I agree" replied the Fool.
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"I know a little bit about a lot of things but not a lot about anything. "This is sufficient." said the Wise Man. "I agree" replied the Fool. ⋆
W I S E M E N
LIFE’s
Little Riddle
It seems Every One's angry at Some One
and No One knows why.
No One told Any One Every One
needs to calm down
or Some One might get hurt.
I'm worried for every One
and the other three Ones too.
If Some, Any and Every One
all came together
No One would be happy.
The One’s Divided.
Summer
ROSE
Listen to Summer Rose here.
So I suppose there’s a rose
that still grows somewhere,
somehow someway.
Nurtured by me and destined for thee.
It’s been said it has begun,
this feast of Summer gone.
A portion of ribbon and bow,
resting in shade nobody knows.
Somewhere, somehow in Summer,
I suppose.
Somewhere in Summer somehow,
someway there's a rose.
Nurtured by me
and destined for thee.
Let me dignify myself
somehow someway and say,
maybe I've been mistaken.
Should a rose not grow in Summer?
Decomposing and frozen?
A symbol of the silence you chose.
Somewhere, somehow, someway
Someone might say
”Summer is far too far away.”
Foolishness fools only the fool
feeding himself as he’s full.
They say.
Wrapped in a rainbow
of ribbon and bow,
growing in shade
nobody knows,
I suppose
