i. Karma Relative Grant'd all are greater or lesser reborn am I the lever pick from a bird's view? Could wake a king and with wing as howlet sweep tell me: -Where do owls sleep? Out of the sow's ear is not made a silk purse from feculence yet tuft of wheat stemeth Since thusly from fallen rise aught such we reap tell me: -Where do owls sleep? Earth to earth, ashes to ashes Sowing, harvest, forage, dung One day zephyrs shift to gashes And fruits plummet whence they've sprung Resolution Predestined is the price some say In favor be my bet of chance That fate's concluded 'long our way rather than resolved in advance Routine detour - surprise cliche? I stand by happenstance! Way of Wyrd Dwell rain, vulture and forget-me-not 'till all lifeforce hath gone from sepulture, shieldskin that doth rot, my soul to carrion (my soul to carrion) Extoleth in lament the hereafter thy crack'd a voice Yet was wrought conviction like words were shouldst thou not rejoice? ii. Dogmatic Faiths; A Pagan Perspective Be crucial the crusifix 'yond casket's rim afterlife fitteth man but where wend beast? If not to kingdom on high nor Stygian deep, tell me: -Where do owls sleep? Some be of asperity and some are salt, others still tailor'd with less and rarer Why toss at kismet's hand or turn in Zeus' keep tell me: -Where do owl's sleep? Carpe diem - memento mori fallen ill, aged or up-truss'd Notwithstanding every story, spine and column turn to dust Revolution Anon the sun whirl'd the earth 'round some play past nature's cycles still Ever the mortal coil's rewound Auld brace and bit - pneumatic drill When is our next 'paradigm found' what won't last and what will? The More Things Change... 'Twixt sylvan changelings and abducting 'greys', leaps of faith equal 'bout one roman pace ...the More They Stay the Same Yorick poor - unearth'd, inert what of the man that once thou wert? Embalm'd, burn'd. whelm'd in cryogen to be or not to be again? iii. This Defeat, This Victory Hail! Hail! The king is dead - Long live the king Hail! Hail! From toppled oak shooteth a sapling 'Loss and possession Death and life are one There falls no shadow where There shines no sun' (-Hilaire Belloc) Live! Live! If we prevail just long enow Die! Die! Then we also forfeit somehow Forsaking and forgiving on hunt, at war, in strife Live for sake of living and die to give for consequence of life Way of Wyrd Drain well vulture (and forget me not), 'till all lifeforce hath gone, (from sepulture) shieldskin that doth rot my soul to carry on (my soul to carry on) Extoleth in lament the hereafter thy crack'd a voice Yet was wrought conviction like words were shouldst thou not rejoice? iv. Where Ye Go - There Ye Be Is death same at beggar's side in crib, rectory and king's castle, unto hornets who sting and willows that weep? tell me: -Where do owls sleep? With naught fall by in confinement With naught sally forth thro' urn Whither henceforth, whence this advent? Withdraw, trancend or return? v. On Wings of a Dream...