The Return

Let the old men share their expressions, one of laughter one of passion. Let the words of Jesus appear like "The Mistral" stirring in our ears. Let the maestro's of poetry again point the mistakes till none remains. Against the Everest of dormant slope a new dawn of talent rises with hope. Each powerful,like the rays of the sun Their message spreads the light and darkness they shun. One a master of metaphor and rhyme One of ability to "project" the crime. One after 5 years of contemplation now writes successful dream interpretations. One with his tremendous vocabulary forces "Livestock" to disappear from grocery. Though he writes about clones and drones can describe a morning when poetry finds home. One lets her emotion run wild and express the raw pain of the "Sleeping child". While one plays chess with an acid-lady but still in his heart "An Act of Love" is ready. "A Highway to Nowhere" to bury his faith but still clear concepts of Space,Time,and D E A T H. His pseudonym is his real cause The hidden truth he unveils without a pause. There was a time not long ago when poems of substance used to show. Where old folks used to talk and chat not just rate and increase their stats. i am just a stranger and can only hope The old boarders come to light up the smoke. Let the old memories once again burn The Golden Days make their Return.