friends

when the baron spoke to me of mischief
the devil made him do it so they say
but i am not a man to follow gossip
so i bade him sit with me and pray

but what of prayer i think to hear you ask me
does it serve a purpose yes or no
can a man persuade the gods to linger
and chart our sacred courses as we go

it’s not a thing that i have pondered often
since all the gods i knew are surely dead
remain upon your knees if that’s what suits you
and i will take my leave and plough ahead

we sat and cursed and cursed and sat for hours
drinking of the finest wines we knew
asking no one’s leave we planned the future
not knowing if our plotting would prove true

for is it not said man must have no master
and woman should be mistress of her self
no more must any person take instruction
except it cost them heart and home and health

so all in all we spoke of this and that thing
examined what we could of what may pass
then giving no more thought to staid convention
determined we were of a better class

and thus we came at last to a decision
everybody’s life was ours to bend
never would we bow our knee to others
and always we would count each other friend

miles

there are walls built up before me
there are chains that bind me tight
there is promise in the morning
that is torn away each night
and each word i have spoken
is but another nail
in the coffin that awaits me
should i burst out of this jail
but my spirit won’t be broken
nor will my head be bowed
despite what lies before me
still i will stand proud
for no matter what the torment
this much i still know
the future’s not yet written
and i’ve miles left to go

dancing fool

your mama sings songs and your pappy hunts fish
you ain’t known a gallop ‘cept its name was gish
you shot your bolt on the 4th of july
when they caught you dancing in the hurricane’s eye
now i swear true blind that i know you well
since we fought together ‘gaint the northman’s hel
and you told me then and you’re telling me still
that if i don’t dance then my poetry will

billy dog

billy dog came to me from the mountain
claimed that he knew all there was to know
swore he’d fought in three world wars and counting
told me that he’d never let me go

but i am not so young and i have magic
curses flow from me like sweet plum wine
and many is the man who tried to claim me
i may be his but he would not be mine

and in the gardens there there grew a willow
weeping for the ones who’d gone before
those who gave their names and all their honour
lost in some forgotten nameless war

but billy dog did not seek competition
so chased the ghosts away into the dark
burnt on them a sigil of perdition
said that i would wear a matching mark

i have no fears left this much i told him
for i know fate though he does not know me
i’ve ridden with the devil on the dark hunt
and death would only set my spirit free

so do your worst or leave me to my vices
let silence fall again upon this land
there’s nothing you can do to make me love you
and i will never gentle ‘neath your hand

the sophont

i wrote a book the sophont said
to codify my knowledge
to prove that i am smarter than
those fakers up in college

they think they’re bright those college folk
with their degrees and learning
but i could beat them all hands down
the way my mind keeps churning

i know the who the what the why
and how they fit together
to calculate the ifs and buts
and to predict the whether

it doesn’t stop there the sophont spoke on
my thoughts fly faster and higher
the only thing that i can’t explain
is why i’m a terrible liar

duet for one voice

by damommza and sunovawot

While stretching this band
that sadly unites us
we pull and we pull
but the damn thing just fights us

I want to go shower
you, to read a book
I want to just sleep
you just want to cook

the only thing worse
than being attached to a twin
is when we gamble at cards
we both lose and win

the truth maybe stranger
than any fiction
but that doesn’t help
alleviate friction

so pray for the day
that someone can sever
this bond that I loathe
that binds us forever

perks

though each and every one of us
could struggle through the mire
brave the battle raging
stand firm against the fire
there’s not one flaming reason
that any of us should
unless the perks are plenty
and the pay is bloody good

uncle bing

now here’s the thing, said uncle bing
i’ve had my crack at being king
but wood will burn and iron rust
and as a king i was a bust
it seems you can’t take any fool
and shove them on a throne to rule
and hope that he, or maybe she
will step right up and somehow be
the one to cure the people’s pains
unless you choose someone with brains
and i, said bing, as is well known
have got no brains to call my own

damommza birthday 2015

they say that as you get older
the aches and the pains they accrue
the eyesight goes, as does the stamina
and I must say, my dear, that it’s true
but there isn’t a point in complaining
you can caterwaul ’til you’ve gone red
but try to remember your blessings
you can’t grumble once you are dead
so suck it up and keep on toiling
struggling on, and I pray
that you manage to kick back and relax
and enjoy a happy birthday

yet anuvva burfdae

burfdae wishuz hoo wood haz tehm
scroo tehm up adn in teh bin
ai’z tu owld tu stil bee cowntin
senn-ess-sense iz settin in

wonse ai dansed upon teh taybulz
wonse ai woz so lieth adn fin
nao ai’m shaypd juss liek a beechbawl
nao ai haz a trebul chin

wotz teh ues in gettin owldur
wai iz tihs hao fingz must go
ayjin iz a curs upon uz
butt nuffin seemz tu holt teh floe

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