References, I need to see references

Written by Elwood Jake


references, i need to see references

would my soul do sir?
your soul, what do references have to do with such trifle
it is my heart sir
for the heart and the mind
they do live in the same place you know.

references, i need to see references

here, i have this small medalion
would that do sir indeed
the color purple is not
just a book i have heard
it said

references, i need to see references

would my soul do sir?
it would if i could hold it and fold it
as paper is said to do

references, i need to see references

i sir am told that folded souls
can make the need for those
that ask for such things as you do
sweet substitue for such as you require

referneces, i need to see references

oh lord i stand before you now
without but such
that made you me
i ask in simple, slight, pious tone
my references dear lord?


i left them on a field with friends
that did not wish to see me leave
but as you said so was it done
my soul my mind my heart
they stand before you now
such references that you ask
as i said you took me quick
so they dear lord lay sodden wet
on field that holds my comrades hearts

references, i need to see references

Ancient Paths Well Trod

Written by Elwood Jake

old man fiddle

dark brown,she sings soft hymns

as he plays deft tune

from the heart of

ancient paths well trod

music of what not wants

fills the road well travelled

it speaks to us of life

and death, flower pots'n kitchen tables

filled with warm soft sprinkle love

you know, that kind oft saught,

seldom found

old man fiddle

dark brown, she sings soft hymns

as he plays deft tune

I looked for you Today

I looked for you today
Forgetting,
you went away

Not far from thought,
nor from the heart
but gone from sight

I still recall
your final night
I said goodbye

Then sat and cried

Remembering now

You have died

Beside your Bedside

Beside your Bedside

I sat beside your bedside

wondering what to do

watching, waiting, hoping

for bittersweet peace

Beside your bedside

Final moments,

wrapped in sad despair

wanting an end for your

pain, not you

Beside your bedside

one final time, wanting to see you,

one last time

but you've gone

Beside your bedside

I sit, listening

to ear piercing

silence, once filled with your

gentle snore.

Beside your bedside

I hold your hand

wish you a safe journey

and raise a glass of beer

Beggar's Glimpse at Hope

Beggars wait at open portal
steal a meager glimpse of hope
apprehensive grasp

Princess Pretense glances with
blind eye, refusing sight
Seamstress Sally, chuckles, knowing
fools errand awaits

A cup of blindman's beggars chance
to fill the bed of knitted hope
awaiting life that passes by
as beggars they deny the light

Yet simple as the tin cup's chance
to hold the light in hope
not wait but fight
the beggar's might
as strong as life
sits strength beside
each beggar's cup
nor futile wish
as seamstress sewing

Not Weary Heart Nor Lifeless Use

Written by Elwood Jake
as a gift, to me

peace, descendant of passion

creature of the night

sits in despondent dark

flight's patho'er treeless

limbless frightenend plight

of weary heart such lifeless use

I look at her such blithe delight

why fly despondent in darkness sight

blind, not sure of righteous plight

this sad and lonely creature slight

oblique in troth of saddened

crueher of weary lifeless use

what to do for descendant passion

question asked in passion's stew

why should she sit in saddened hue

no colors bounding in her heart

no, oh damned and wretched thought

to rescue rides the crimson knight

I shall hold her hard and true

give her light and life's sweet chew

to gamble not in longer fret

this winsome darling charm that flew

o're useless limbless frightenend plight

not weary heart nor lifeless use

As Touched, My Soul, Ignites

You make my breasts await

the longing lips

of a hungry lover

You make my heart beat , then skip

looking for the tender touch of your

hand, on my skin

You make my mind melt

searching for your soul

seen through your eyes

You make my loins, contract

wanting to feel, awaken

and grasp your thrusts

You make my breath, catch

in anticipation

of love, as lust

As touched, My soul, ignites