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I Am Going Back To Nosy Be


The waves there are a rising,

the wind puffs surprising,

the feelings motivating,

sufficing,

and away we all go.



The golden doubloons are a shining,

enticing,

enthralling,

amid the twinkles;

winking from within the sand

just for show.



I am going back to Nosy Be,

to Nosy,

to Nosy!

I am going back to Nosy Be,

splendid paradise island in the sea.



I am going back to Nosy Be,

to Nosy,

to Nosy,

to carouse with the dames by the surging sea....,

…..Oh? I don't know...!



I just sit here a dreaming,

a longing

and steaming

as I think about that heaven down by the sea.

I am going back to Nosy Be,

to Nosy,

to Nosy,

that land filled with passion and exciting posy.

I am going back to Nosy Be,

to Nosy,

to Nosy!

I am going back to Nosy Be....

…Ah man, we'll just wait and see...!



The native queens are all a pining

for me so divinely,

so finely,

as they lay out nude by the sand and sea.

I take care to spread their lotion,

to offer forth my magic potion,

as we surge with the motion by the sand and sea.

I am going back to Nosy Be....

to Nosy,

to Nosy!

I am going back to Nosy Be...

….man, I think so..?



Our walks neath the palms

drinking rum and sipping coca,

singing bawdy psalms as we walk in the sand by the sea.

Her luscious mouth slides so finely,

so delightful,

so divinely,

as we three lay nude neath the moon by the sea.



I am going back to Nosy Be,

heavenly utopia waiting for me,

I have to make it!

That land in the surging sea..,

the blessed feeling I can't fake it.



I am going back to Nosy Be....

to Nosy,

to Nosy!

I am going back to Nosy Be...

…..Oh, catch me, man, I can't take it....!
















Away We Shall All Go To Nottingham



Away we shall go to Nottingham,

to Nottingham,

that most blessed of lands,

and away we shall go into Nottingham,

to Nottingham today.



There the cows always give milk,

always give milk,

as the worms there all spin the finest of silk,

the most splendid of silk,

to all the people's dismay.



There even the poorest children can afford to play,

even the penniless may play,

to everyone's dismay!

There even the poorest of children may play,

since the parks and the beaches are at at price all can pay.



There I shall dance to the did-die pantomime,

to the did-die pantomime,

with the people full of fruit shine!

Yes...,while there we shall all get full of good fruit shine

and dance a merry jig to the did-die pantomime!



There the lasses are all gorgeous and

their feather beds so fine,

as the air fills with the sound of the blessed pantomime;

in the feather beds with all our heads swooning in shine,

as we shall embrace those heavenly bodies and pine

to the tune of the piddle did-die pantomime.












The Weight Of Years



Time knoweth not any strangers.

Unto those who lie and think that he has forgotten,

their bodies and minds may continue on in silent danger,

until thy very best he has been allotted.



Thus do ye feel the dryness in thine eyes?

This feeling should accompany the one in thy hair.

Do ye feel the morning stiffness in thy thighs?

These feeling are all a part of the timeless game, so please don't despair.

All of these feeling shall intensify with every coming sunrise.



Does thy mind dwell on those past times divine,

when all of life's experiences were adventurous and good?

Do ye consistently find thyself always for those days a pining,

longing for those glory days lost where ye and all others understood

that life was meant to be lived for the thrills and glory of simply being alive,

savoring the very best of times that dear sunlight would afford?

If so then get on immediate alert,

for thy weighted defeat shall soon be thy only reward.



Very soon the burden of the years

shall crumple the body and weaken the limbs,

installing those imposing assumptions and unverified fears.

Then the mind shall choose to dwell in a more pleasant time when

that period of great misunderstanding nears.



So young one, count thy merry blessings as ye pass life though,

live life to the fullest, without jeopardizing the pleasantries of thy future.

Thrive in ye victories and thrills all anew,

for the weight of the years certainly has ye in it's indenture.

The weight of time will finally upon ye

descend,

forever removing thy presence from all surrounding, without mend;

so live life with fresh eagerness anew!.










To The Face Upon Yon Wall



To the face upon yon wall;

did ye once grace some enchanted place,

or did ye once guard some forgotten revered hall?

Is thine image of some Inca King set in his ways?

Was thy face once one of those great emissaries or one of the small?

We can only imagine that thy face of porcelain was once one of a gifted merchant,

standing forever as a shrine unto his days.

Or is thy face that of the princess' secret lover, who endeavored to enchant

her with his skillful graces?

Maybe this image of thine is one among the laboring nameless who chanced

to change some dark misfortune that came by royalties stay;

Indeed where has it been written so that future time may have it's say?



Maybe thy face is of those divine,

whose image was sought amid the rising midday incense smoke,

when thy high priest designed

to rip open the chest of some unfortunate bloke,

holding his still bleating heart high

toward the radiant one who could thus invoke

those endearing feelings of the haunting pantomime.



Whom ever thy image is intended to conjure,

whether it be one to invite an innermost light and intense passion,

or one to inspire feelings of dread and woe,

by thy image alone we all shall never know;

still thy face of porcelain only possesses the same,

for the lack of recorded knowledge is to blame.


















Why I Do Ramble



I have lived life on the move,

the feel of motion has been my groove.

The thrill of the moment has given me the notion

that life is to be lived on a roll.



Many have been the jobs that I have held,

oh, the numberless bells have I toiled.

My intention being to find a return that was well,

their intention toward my indenture have I thus foiled.



My debt margin have I kept always low,

by taking such action I put their efforts toward my contract on the go.

I have observed many who lived in search of my secret,

the truth only the simple who dare to venture shall deduce to know.



Many lands have I called home,

many ventures did I dare to take alone.

But I have sailed the South China seas.

Those gentle enticing Taiwanese vixens traveling with me

far away from their home,

fishing, sipping good red wine, taking our ease,

all of us living the very best of life,

doing what e’er we please.



Oh me oh my,

I shall here declare,

that I will never again be happy in one place;

forever more I need to be moving on land, on the high sea or in the air.

The call of the road is now in my blood,

for the next town or exotic land my desire shall burn with lust

until the very day that my mortal body shall turn to dust.












The Imp And The Fairy Princess



There once was an imp whose appearance was vain,

his behavior was foolish, even his speech an' imposing mannerisms were maimed!

From those eastern cannibalistic lands afar he and his kind

had once been blessed,

indentured to serve the superlative bloods' best.



His mortal salvation was his own indenture,

for in his own lands very few of his age did survive

the daily adventure,

let alone thrive

as a simple butler employed in basic mealtime bequest,

being allowed his nourishment from among the tables' finest!



For many years with his situation he was quite contented

until he commenced to keep company with envious out-landers

who told him tales of wealth reserved from his labor and invented

more tales of fabulous riches in his own land that his presence pandered

had forced his loss, callously forgetting his past perilous situation

and the weight that he once bore in carrying his daily cross.



So he cried unto the fairy princess bequeathing his complete liberty;

though at first she denied him his requested delivery,

she promised him that she would grant him his freedom for all infinity.

So he continued on in his daily chores inside that lavish mansion home,

existing in luxury of living and never alone,

as the weeks went by, transforming into creeping months in his atone.



As the days passed and so did the weeks,

he was approached by the outlander, Rahab, who pretended to offer wisdom

unto those in need who seek.

Her true desire was to hex with Chaos and destruction

by causing her targeted victim to become malcontent

in his present position, desiring the decadence of his past homeland

o'er the place where in luxury he did presently stand.



“ Just observe thyself in that peon's place where ye now stand,

ye a wanton servant in another on' 's mansion glory, when thee once possessed

thy own so grand! Dost thou truly believe that thy owner can

afford to allow thee liberty? My best suggestion then, is to put her words to the test,

now wouldst thou not agree?”


“Oh then, lets do see,” replied the imp,

“the thought of a lying tongue had ne’er crossed me.

But I will take your prescription and you'll never regret

the day that you offered me your very best

in words and honorable advice.”



“Thou art very attentive to true wisdom's slice,

and thy gain in doing so shall indeed be very nice.

So approach the dear princess, come first glow tomorrow morn,

and behold the manner in which her waning inattentiveness

shall allow thy new revelations to be born,”

replied Rahab.



Thus..,on the first light of next morn,

the imp did make his approaching move;

his chance taken did cause the princess scorn,

her sound derision putting him on the groove.



Her reply being “next light or maybe the next blushing sun rise,

or might be the light following, if the good feeling should strike;

but on whose advice do you make your inquiry, unto one of my adoration

or my despise?

One of thy disdain or one of honest invite?

Doth he stand firm among those floundering fools or tall among the wise?

For do behold, thy success shall rest on the shoulders of my personal likes

of both you an' the very moment,

and please do remember that it is unto me no obligation

anywhere that I should bear binding ties!”



On the twelfth striking in the shadow of the full moon

didst Rahab approach to offer him confidence in success,

granting him courage to persevere through on the test.

Before she melted from his secular presence,

she demanded of him another advising spoon,

wishing him her very best.



“Fall upon thy knees facing the cold damp earth below,

offering prayers unto thy lording King, Apollyon, for him to bestow

upon thee his fetid blessing, delivering up his sacred prince,

the lord of Chaos, Antagonism and Suspense. This dark saint, thence,

shall then march forward unto the fairy prince,

causing her to feel the forces of dread and woe

until she allows thy people and thou the unfettered liberty to go.”



So then the imp heeds her dark words of twisted knowledge,

horribly mistaking them for gifted wisdom.

Thus out in hinter most wilderness dark corner, keeling in homage

to the Lord Of Somber Lies and deceit, pleading unto him in his enthroned kingdom

to intercede in his own behalf.

Thus didst Apollyon's disdaining figure appear from the thin air,

demanding that he forbear his request until the light of day hath passed.



“Was it not thee who sought out my relaxing presence?

How wouldst thee dare disturb my rest,

beseeching me loudly in my very residence!

Even demanding from me my very best!”



The trembling imp...now one so terrified,

glanced with wide paled eyes from side to horrifying side,

knowing not what to say or even how to reply....

He could only attempt to gaze forth into a face so repulsive,

then only hanging his face toward the ground, trying not to sound explosive.



“Yes indeed...,the guilty one was I...,

though I am not a saint, I can never tell a lie;

my intention was ne'er to disturb you,

but to beseech only in earnest request.., with a last gasping sigh,

just to see what it was that thee would then do.”



Apollyon laughed in a voice that thundered on the raging wind,

then the darkening skies cleared as the streaking lightning went.

The malicious genie then paused with both muscle bound arms crossed,

gazing down upon the poor imp o'er whom he knew himself to be boss...



“Very well then,” he did thunder, “if thou be brave enough to endure the loss,

indeed I am most certain that thee hath once pondered and waved the cost?

The one whom advised thee to approach and brave the tempest roll,

casually neglected to inform thee that my price extracted...

shall be both thy blundering mortal blood and soul.”



“Oh please there Mr. Genie,” implored the poor imp.

“I am begging of you..., just one more attempt

to sway the fairy princess, both very chaste and wise,

to let me and my people go, if you could so advise?”



“Very well then,” replied the genie, “do as thee feel so led,

but I shall now inform thee that thy forlorn effort is dead;

for the princess' heart is as solid as granite stone,

her concern is preserved for her own extravagant wealth

and let lavish living be her only song.

Thou art only born to exist as her sweat drenched laboring mule.

Thy miserable life in her fields shall surely be thy only incessant rule.”



With the peach rise of the morning sun,

the imp did make his way toward the gardens and the vineyard run,

approaching the delicate fairy princess with the question hot on his mind,

the answer looming ever still that he was hoping to find.

In great reverence the imp didst dare to approach,

dropping down upon a single knee in earnest beseech,

placing both hands together in humble pining bow,

dearly requesting that the princess honor his earnest avow.



“Please my dearest Mrs. Xantho,

of my gasping plea thee does surely know

that I only desire my freedom of will.

If it is that I should only freely come and go,

but of thee thou will posses my devoted loyalty still,

I in gracious earnest desire to impart so.”



The fairy princess laughed deeply from within,

her face then streaked with a thin waxing grin.

Her beholding the imp donned in such perfect dress and tie,

she could only shake her head in wonder as to why.



“Where as thy lavish provider hath now been me,

thy only indenture is unto thee, when it is that thou art free.

When ye precious suit and tie...ye must surely soon forbear,

what then may ye endeavor to wear..., rag cloth, possum skin or hare?

When thy food is caviar, rice and tender river cane shoots,

when ye are then forced to forbear.., what then may be thy nourishment...,

carrion, rat flesh and tuckahaw roots?

What manner of employment shall sustain thee,

when thy only labor hath been in support of this elegant mansion house

and it's affluent company?”



“None-the-less Mrs. Xantho, please allow my wishes to be,

my dear heart desires it's passion of will,

for my poor soul yearns only to be free.

Does not the robins desire to cross o'er on high still

when the fall arrives and the far south is best to be?

Does not the graceful stag choose to roam woods and open fields,

so that only he may profit from their bounteous yields?

Well in likewise fashion so do I

desire to go by my own design.

By my own ingenuity any resulting possible wealth

shall be my soul pine.

If all else should fail, Mrs. Xantho,

then by the rights of my own labor..., I shall do just fine.”



The fairy princess...did take a deep sigh,

only to shake her golden head in wonder as to why.

When one lives so well and enjoys life in the shade

that he would choose to abandon all of it for poverty on any given day.



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