I Heard the Song

I heard it once,not in a dream
not in this life, I feel it still
In the rush of blood, the flexing of joints
In the thought born of a moment

I'm glad to be here, glad
here in this Manse of flesh
This imperfect domain, where,
I can laugh and cry in the same instant

In this place I can feel
In this place I can love
In this place I can vanquish
the very soul of torment

In this place I can die,
an exquisite cessation
I heard the song of the universe
It wasn't so important

I heard the song
but life beckons.


© 2005 Kahdoosch

The Warrior

I feel I have to 'do' war, once,
just for the experience
After all, it's why I'm here
When I stand in front of the foe,
When the unnamed fist slams the table
Only one of us shall fall
leaving the other to face an uncertain future

Which warior will return years later?
Which of us will lay flowers at the
site of the Blood Mass?
Are the flowers for the routed foe?
Are they for comrades lost?
Or are they for the victor?
One day I may know the answer

© 2005 Kahdoosch

The Grand Old Duke

I climbed a hill, I did it for HIM
I struggled, I toiled
I stubbed my toe often
I stumbled with exhaustion

I knew the hill HAD to be conquered
I had to fight to my last breath
The hill was my enemy
HE had told me so

I reached the summit I found a child
Neither a small nor a large one... Everychild... MY child
It's eyes looked upon eternity
It, most certainly, did NOT smile

© 2005 Kahdoosch