All Our Times Have Come — a sonnet by a Faust

 

All Our Times Have Come

Or, As Do The Wind & The Sun & The Rain

(A Banishing Prefatory To Invocation)

dedicated to Grim Goblin Jack by a female Faust

Where there is no Meeting OfThe Minds

There — can be — no Contract:

Like this amiss, if true, reminds

Respect enables us retract

But even had I Standing, where would find I the Court,

What Arbitration binding to adjudicate aright?

However honest the Discovery was claiméd by report

We are still only just us here, both dreaming in this Night  

If one is made a Seeing Thing,  strong to learn & grow

If not by leaps & bounds, enough exceeding show

Would you promise to remember what we do & do not know

To those who having read were led & followéd?  Are you Friend or are you Foe?

By all upon in & under the Earth or its Water, its Fire or Air

Let us create for us a Now for which we cannot yet but Care. 

"I Aspire To Be You" (Or, Literal Full Circle)

“I Aspire To Be You,” She Said With Earnest Eyes

Or, Literal Full Circle

(to: Rowan)(from a female Faust)

i won’t fall for thinking i partake of your perspective

— this time; won’t think that once i’ve thought about it, everything is solved;

will not again believe that anyone can be objective;

if there’s one thing i know i know, i know that it’s — involved.

but if i may hazard a guess at an of-best-fitting curve,

based, officially (if asked) on only data sourced from — me:

since i remember — likewise — conjuring the — nerve:

know i was once most perfectly exactly as you are now, to me.

of course there were many differences, none salient, here

to each our own æsthetic, most certainly our own,

but along this one parameter, the correlation’s clear

the spoken words the same, what else must needs be shown?

the world indeed is strange, stranger than i knew

for once upon a time, was i, precisely, you. 

The Abundance Of Your Heart: A Thank You Note To Col. Larry Wilkerson

The Abundance Of Your Heart 

A Thank You Note To Col. Larry Wilkerson

May we never be fooled by the serpents

May we all, with our eyes on the prize

Interpret correctly the portents

Of relevance few recognize

May we ever remember the mission

May we keep it firmly in mind

Regard context  in turn with suspicion

When objectives become misaligned 

May we learn from the wisest of teachers

May we seek and obtain their advice

Unfazed by those sycophant leechers

Who act like we all have our price

An attempt to acknowledge with what skill I may 

The extent to which blessed, those who hear what you say