When Alone I Sit Quietly and Ponder

Generally enthralled in the many gifts of the ribald, risqu� thoughts of those otherwise stirring inner emotions,
Fashionable, meant to alert and then to elevate the body of my harnessed, solid inner wealth of being,
I am without the class importance of these deeper held feelings of love beyond their stirred commotions,
Sunken and weighted down, digressed, steeped in dark blue oceans, beyond all that remains worth seeing,

The act of my giving is neither for the dead or the living - here inside the quieter halls of the ancients,
Where it is a more gentle rebellion can be heard as if spoken in the far islands of my chants and my words,
Like the living distance of a faint sounding bird, winged and made to cry out without will or due patience,

I crow loudest, incessantly, in the deeper blue darkness of night - so that alone in life's stillness I may be heard.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland