Traveling the Curvy Roads of Time and Negotiating the Snags of the Path

Traveling the Curvy Roads of Time and Negotiating the Snags of the Path

Avalon Babalon Barleycorn

Twisting tongues chase meter and memory
Many Moons have come and gone
They rise and fall like the Corn King’s ephemery

Wheels of the Day, of the Moon, of the Year

Roll always along the roads of ease and fear

Ecstasy pales under the maintenance of gory life,

   a distant memory when visits Queen Strife

Inertia is her name

Jaggers

Goals unfulfilled rot half-empty, half-full

Remembered and Forgotten in surge and lull

Silly strivings for praise and reward

How we linger and lurk and lumber toward
Seek not such oh children

How we discover poison and point with our finger

Our smug smirk of blame doth linger
Seek not such oh children

How we ornament and display our talent and beauty, our name

All in the promise of empty glory, the world of fame
Seek not such oh children

How we worry that they despise us, yet if we are sincere, sober of thought, and kind

Such is nothing at all to one who would be genuine
Seek not such oh children

How we fear the poverty of goods though goods distract the quester from the path

Fear not also the abundance that is distraction and all its empty wrath
Seek not such oh children

How we strive ever much for gold and land and machine

For this is the sparkle display of illusion’s sheen
Seek not such oh children

How we obsess with consummation and chasing fun

For this is trickery of the self which is no one
Seek not such oh children

How we flee toil and poorly manage pain and despair
For some is necessary but to others show care
Seek not such oh children