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Tavern Fare:

Life is Good,
Philosophy,
Politics,
Bottom of the Bottle








LIFE IS GOOD





CYCLES

The Silver Moon on a Winters Night casts Shadows in the Snow
of Memories of the Summer Sun that causes it to glow,
and the myriad Icy Sparkles of richocheted Solar Rays,
is the Echo of new Light to come and returning Summer Days.
Ilym '80


SUSTENANCE

Refelcted in a Crystal Pond, bordered deep with untracked Snow,
While icy Waters flow beyond and Sunset warms it's reddish Glow,
Manteled Spruce and Pine preside before the mounting winter's Night
While hazy wisps of Fog attempt to shroud the fragile Light.
Softly sculptured ivory Clouds lend gentle texture to the scene
Of misty crimson Sky embracing Snow encrusted Green.
Inspiring natural harmony of Air, and Snow, and Light and Wood,
Tranquiltiy and Peace abound and Time and Earth and Life are good.
Ilym '80


THUNDER

Hear the Thunder crashing down booming with its might,
preceded by its faithful herald, the splintered shaft of Light.
Feel your footings tremble as vibrations wrack the Ground
and the Air around is shattered by explosion fostered Sound.
Then as the Rumbles march away and Tears fall from the Sky,
the Wind blows from the turmoiled Clouds with an atmospheric Sigh.
Ilym '80


THE GIFT

Along paths with a billion crossroads, we both chose turns that brought us here,
to a time and place where we need each other, yet we touch each other in fear.
With a billion more turns ahead, will our paths remain entwined?
Can we commit our lives together, in body and spirit and mind?
After so long in the darkness, will this brightness blind our eyes,
to where we lose this gift we're given, believing love is just sweet lies?
Or will this consuming glow bring clarity, and resolve to hold this bond sublime,
to nourish this relationship, and make this present last through time.
Ilye '97


ALONG THE ROAD

Miles of hillside Spring inspired,
Host multitudes of tender greens,
Waving new from slender stalks,
Waking fresh from Winter dreams,
Each tiny leaf a puzzle piece,
Unique in shade and motion,
Shimmering bright in warm Sunlight,
To Nature dancing their devotion.

Ilye '98



PHILOSOPHY





ATTITUDE

We've many paths to follow and our own way to find,
And if our souls be bounded by barriers of time,
Don't waste your life with sorrow and shackle it with fear,
But seek the light in darkness and feel the warmth in cold,
And let yourself be happy long before we're old!
Ilym '80


ON THE EDGE

Drawn to the Water and drawn to the Light,
On the edge of Day or the edge of Night.
On the edge of the Ocean, or the edge of Space,
On the edge of Time in a transitional Place.
Waves seductively crashing on every Shore,
whispering Secrets and promising more.
Ilyx '97


PERSPECTIVE


A slot to live out life in, a cog among all the gears?
A path with little meaning to just navigate the years?

Watch and just do nothing, just observe but never score?
Resist each call to action, afraid of missing something more ...

Reconcile the awesome truth that life is not forever,
with the need to still be meaningful and not just simply clever ...

Find the reasons, to affect, this present of short duration
and the future you won't ever know except in anticipation ...

Commit to that from which you came, and to those you are connected,
to add your purpose to the flow, your vote on whats elected.

If each life in fact is bounded by a window of finite time,
with no specific reason and no predetermined rhyme ...

What is our motivation, our basis of wrong and right ...
we really aren't just children whose parents show the light ...

In fact we're shown many lights by elders of all depictions,
finite souls just like us, and ideas with less restrictions ...

And with those lights some choose to see salvations beyond what's real,
a sanctuary for eternity that inspires religous zeal ...

But shouldn't those lights illuminate our independence and self direction,
our responsibility for what's beyond, our power of self correction?

There are limits of time that bound each life, and unconcious frivolous fate,
The laws we all are subject to, those that won't abate ...

In spite of faith that denies it, In light of knowlege gained,
We affect our present and future, and very little is preordained.


Ilye '2007


GROWING UP

Knowledge encoded in molecular chains
analyzes itself in neuronal brains
3 billion letters in each 10 trillion cells
all working together to process details
Aware of our selves, constrained by the past
our intellect fighting old habits that last
Strangers are dangers, faith over reason
Our father will save us, believe or it's treason

Dive ever deeper and absorb what was found
Bring it back up and take a new look around
See how it fits with what was already known
Support or refute what we thought had been shown
Study it all to construct each new plan
Merge it and check it ... the m.o. of man
The big and the small, the deep and the broad
What can't be explained is this era's god

What if we are the god of this earth where we dwell
with the power to make it heaven or hell
If that be the case then we must help ourself
or be at the mercy of anything else.

Ilye '2007




POLITICS





Idaho Conservatism

What are we teaching our children?

Fearing the effects that our children will suffer if we let them hear the President of the United States encourage them to study hard and stay in school,
is a symptom of the mistrust that has infected our country.

We see hidden agendas behind everything.
and we more often respond based on the rhetoric of a presentation than on the actual facts of the issue.

How many of you gratefully accept social security and Medicare benefits, or any form of social assistance, and yet lament that new proposals for healthcare reform
are just part of a political agenda to make us socialists?

How many of you over the past two years have believed without question, that unfounded but politically motivated claims about individuals and programs that, in retrospect,
appealed only to your predispositions instead of your intelligence.

Consider the implications for our future as a nation when we stop honoring the results of our elections, no longer adhere to the democratic principal of majority rule,
abandon respect for both our elected leaders and our fellow citizens, and lose the ability to reach consensus through fair discourse.

23Jun2010 (with MDD)



BOTTOM of the BOTTLE





The Gate Girl

When your thoughts have reached the threshold of choosing death and life,
and you're delicately balanced between happiness and strife,

The gategirl bids you enter as she tempts you with her smile
and murmurs to you softly ... peace could be here in a while.

Even by the gategirl, it feels good to be desired,
but what peace is it she offers, and what will be required?

The sign says all sales final, what you pay is what we keep,
what you get is what you pay for, the Peace of Death you reap.

A wrong turn somehow brought you here, you didn't know the road.
The gategirl sympathizes, she wants to help you with your load,

But her maps remain a secret, her directions lead one way,
linger there with her awhile, she thinks you'll choose to stay.

Beyond the gate lies mystery. Nothing? Heaven? Hell?
The gategirl laughs, as if on cue, but says she'll never tell.

Are your problems all that painful and your set of joys so slight,
are your options all exhausted with no more hope in sight?

The single ending of a life must certainly occur,
but the gategirl only offers to make it premature.

Tempting is the gategirl, but her price is much too high.
Turn and go hopefully, I do not yet choose to die.

JEC Aug.'81


Last Stop

I knew this train was coming
I just didn't know how fast
I swore I woudn't take it
Now I'm standing on the track

I know I cannot stop it
But I just can't break away
It's becoming all I think of
every night and every day

I can see it coming closer
Screaming louder in my head
I'm running out of time
to find a life or be found dead

96/07/??


Untitiled

Scream into the darkness, still screaming with the light
Hiding in the day, alone again at night
Drown the senses in the castle, numb the feelings by the glass
Lost somewhere along the way, my future captive to her past

96/10/11


We Are Fools

When tolerance turned to resentment
then grew larger than everything good
and a price was put on redemption ...
then on love we placed deaths hood

The executioner recruited us both
and we blindly followed the path
to where our years of fortune was stolen
discounted by selective math

Now we'll live out this life haunted
by the knowledge of what we have lost
amid claims that we got what we needed
while hiding the unending cost.

Ilye, Apr2013


untitled


My best friend decided not to be,
so my worst enemy filled the need

together we called the spirits,
to replace fluids from the bleed

I hope someone found a better life
but I know it wasn't me

Now I just live along the shore
of some alcoholic sea.

There is occasional sunshine,
but there are frequent oppressive squalls

when distant voices whisper
and darker solutions call

When the waves rise up and take me
on the too familar rides

That always end at the same beginning
with just my critic by my side

My new best friend argues
that no good options lie ahead

My old best friend will not be back,
that relationship is dead.

So I kill time while its killing me,
what a waste I know it seems

But the power of my animal mind
thwarts my better dreams.


23Jul2020


Hope is a Challenge


Both Love and Trust are each like a beautiful crystal artwork
that can be tragically fractured into thousands of pieces,
with each jagged piece seeming to hold a small significance of what it was a part of.

Finding a piece of that fractured treasure can inspire a delusion
that the whole beautiful whole could be reassembled,
if only enough pieces could be found.

But truly unique things are not reproducible once destroyed,
no matter how many pieces might be found,
and the value of any number of pieces together
will never be exactly the same as the perfectly imperfect original.

But, new masterpieces are constantly being created,
It's just that the odds of them connecting the same individuals are discouraging.


12Dec2021


untitled


Tossing tokens of what's left into shallow wishing wells of alcohol ..


15Oct2022

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