Friday, January 12, 2001

Adventures of a Fisherman

 ADVENTURES OF A FISHERMAN
by Angel and the Fisherman
(c) 1999

1

 Through storms of summer he does sail
  through thundershowers and through hail.
  Where the seas meet the skies,
  this sailor searches for the dove that flies.
  His courage only a thin mask in disguise
  it is time for him to become humble and wise.
  To turn the course that he is on,
  into the one that love can look upon.
  It is never to late to start anew,
  to sail away from feeling blue.
  The Sailor wonders if the world he sails,
  is round or flat across those mighty gales.

2

  As night falls on his vessel like a shark
  the angels fly over him in the dark.
  But the sailor in the nightly sea,
  can not see the angels flying free.
  His pride made him blind as a bat
  and that is the sad truth in that.
  Thus on his boat in the blinding night,
  he opened up a bottle of wine with delight.
  A posion of a thought-taking drink,
  ruining the mind and not letting him think.
  Faster than a shark ready for attack,
  the sailor guzzled  the wine then all went black. 

3

  The next day the sailor in pain he awoke,
  remembering how his heart still is broke.
  How lonely is the soul of a seafaring man,
  who only has a bottle of fish wine as his #1 fan.
  But only himself he has got to blame,
  for love is never a football game.
  The October sun danced across the ocean, 
  as the sailor swayed full of lingering fish wine potion.
  Soon Winter will knock on the door everywhere
  and the sailor has no one his cot he could share.
  How pathetic his life has finally become,
  but realistically thinking he can not blame it all on rum.

4

  The time has come for the man to face the truth,
  for the days and years are taking its toll on his youth.
  Therefore the sailor looked in the mirror with fear,
  but the answers in life are not always sharply clear.
  A blind man could see what the sailor does not.
  What will he do? Will he get off his you-know-what?
  How complicated his life on the free flowing sea,
  has become but then maybe ignorance is the key.
  Then again it may not be what he needs to do,
  for only angels could help him with a clue.
But the angels were no where to be found,
     on the ocean the sailor could hear not a sound.

   5
 
     Poor sailor drifting on the ocean big and blue,
    looking for love is all he wants to do.
     A seahorse then appeared  with a note,
     "Love only sinks you"; it said, "Love doesn't float."
     But that seahorse was from the deepest core.
     of the ocean where it practices evil lore.
     Never- the- less the sailor did believe,
     that love out there he just can not achieve.
     But little does he know how love can cure
     all pain and loneliness he now does endure.
     Right now he is deaf, blind and dumb,
     and does not realize love is more than a crumb.
 
  6
 
    But once when the sailor was free
    he felt love in his heart like it should be.
    But it seems that those love days have set,
    and the sailor man forgotten the lovers he met.
      If he only would look deep in his heart and then
      he would find the angels will help him again.
 Waters so extremely deep on this adventure,
      because love is not on the menu to venture.
      The more he resists, the more he wants.
      This will be perhaps the last chance.
      In earth tones the master of the ship,
      looked to heaven praying his soul to grip.

7

     Down from the celestial sky that night,
     a dream was granted to the sailor's plight.
 In the dream state he dreamed a dream,
     where he saw an angel that began to scream!
     " Why don't you come to senses friend so dear,
     for sitting on a pity-pot is really queer."
     "Queer?" questioned the sailor to the aspiration;
     "I am not a sock-man!" he retorted with determination.
     The Angel replied with glee: " Then give it a chance,
     because you know you are due for romance."
    The sailor with delight stood proudly and tall,
     the ice around his heart melted becoming small.

8

Finally, in a long time he smiled at last,
for feeling blue and lonely was now in the past.
Thinking intently of what he should do,
how to find a date soon he had not a clue.
The night of the witches soon will be here
and the sailor will need a date and a beer.
A diamond in the rough is what he needs,
to beat the evil on which loneliness feeds.
So off he went in his mighty vessel to sail
in search of a gem is how it goes this tale.
Of course the fog set in to blind his way,
will he find someone before all Hallow Eve's day?

9

The moon shines down on our friend,
tonight it lends its guiding hand.
The boat docked on old familiar shores,
alone the sailor went to party looking for whores.
How sad he has to go down so low,
when love is right there, and he doesn't know.
Love of friends always there is good,
to party with them he has always understood. 
Happiness is never found in a place like that,
all you get is some drunken useless chat.
From that scene the sailor sailed again,
spying quickly a new dock and a stranger then.

10

Land of Israel of true people many,
wishes of love with every spent penny.
To the Olive Garden the sailor was taken,
wondering if there was a spark to awaken.
Time will tell if this was meant to be,
so for now he will dream with his mermaid at sea.
Not certain if this was a witch's trick or treat,
the sailor prepared for another party to beat.
A true test of a sailor's heart will come,
can he endure the whispers of a witch's hum?
Indian Summer crisps twisting the air,
while the sailor's dream of Israel fades with despair.

11

Signs from Heaven reveal themselves,
as the sailor browses through bookshelves.
A message given to him defines the source,
but angels watching have set the course.
Now he must look and listen as well,
because destiny has a great story to tell.
It is the day of  all Hallow's Eve
cursed is what the sailor's memory can't retrieve.
He settles for the night and falls asleep,
so he does not have tears to fall or weep.
A dream to dream in slumber desire,
is what he needs to spark his fire.

12

A new month now starts with new hope,
and with luck the sailor will learn to cope.
All Saints and All Souls are praying for him,
that he finds his true love by a graceful whim.
A new month and soon a new year,
then happiness will bring him good cheer.
This new month declares itself  "Time for Thanks",
as the year begins to walk the planks.
Thanks for laughter, thanks for cries,
thanks for hellos and thanks for goodbyes.
Thanks for joy, thanks for loneliness' pain,
all of these things are not a lesson taken in vain.

13

Angels will descend from the sky
bringing new hope of everlasting joy.
The sailor continues to sail at sea,
watching the Dolphins carelessly free.
The sea is his home and also his jail,
leaving true love to drown and to fail.
The salt of the sea comes from his eye,
for his tears is what makes the tides so high.
But in the storm of forever loneliness so sad
he has no chance to conquer love, and that's bad.
Angels surrounding  this ocean with great strength,
prepare to battle the devil's loneliness to great length.

14

Fear is the biggest setback he has,
once he lets go, loneliness will pass.
But why is there this wall of fear,
standing so tall and thickly unclear?
The wall was built by the man himself,
for too long he put his own life on a shelf.
The world becomes a much bigger place,
as the sailor sails into himself to embrace.
Some changes are needed, step by step,
to get out of his man made trap.
 
To oceans old and to oceans new,
the sailor sets forth to sail out of the blue.

15

What will bring this new part to our hero,
will he discover love in weather below zero?
The winds turn the direction on the sails
this time to Stockertown the sailor trails.
Gusts of doubts hang over his vessel tall,
and the rain begins heavenly to fall.
Seasons changing the world once over,
and sickness overcomes the sailor's rover.
The waves keep crashing over him,
but he fights and knows how to swim.
His lips are lost to the ocean flair,
drying up in its briskly wind of salty air.

16

The night begins to fall once more,
and the sailor sails away from shore.
Stockertown turned out just to be,
another losing harbor in his loveless sea.
As the full moon brightens the sea all around,
the ocean rests with a soothing sound.
The Sailor man too takes a small rest,
on his trip where finding love is his quest.
He has much to be thankful for
even if it looks like he lost once more.
The dawn of Thanksgiving then lights the day,
and the sailor man sits to ponder the sky's so gray.

17

The sea so calm yet full of strange powers,
bringing nothing but surprising rain showers.
On his yacht of self inflicted sorrow and pain,
a stomach ache from over eating is his only gain.
Instead he should be feasting on his desires,
with love and lust and endless fires.
The night of stormy seas then passed on by,
and the sun did dawn a new November sky.
On this new day in the autumn morn'
the sailor 's heart still felt hurtfully torn.
So he sent out a message on the telephone wire,
but the only ones who heard him was an Angel's choir.

18

The angels in heaven are singing their song of joy
to get ready for a new birth of a precious baby boy.
November's ending brings chills to the roaming ocean,
brisking the water's ripples in icy sea foaming motion.
And in the midst of this chilly night,
a star shines over the sailor, brilliantly bright.
The star of Bethlehem so close and yet so far,
called to the Sailor man across the ocean's bar.
The light of hope and peace on earth,
to wipe away his loveless curse.
December starts as the decade closes,
God only knows what the next one poses.

19

A new cold season and a new year of hope
will the sailor take his chances? How will he cope?
The days of this century leads the sailor to ponder,
  not even thinking of what lies in the next century's yonder.
  But with faith anything will be achieved,
  even love for a sailor will be reached.
  The second candle the sailor then did lite,
  on Emanuel's wreath the flames burned bright.
With each day left in this century,
the angels will guide, for they are free.
Where will they lead him? Where will he go?
In the realms of uncertainty the waters he sailed did flow.

20

Each day he sails and passes through,
new ports of interests to wash away the blue ( s ).
An iceberg suddenly appeared along the way,
on it was a spirit that held the future's next play.
This spirit was sent from above to help the sailor out,
so with the new year he will recover from his love's drought.
But this spirit did not come from the grand above,
it came out from the 6th dimension of evil's glove.
Could it be someone from his past gone by?
Now that would be a shame, and could make you cry.
The Spirit in one hand held a broken harp covered with thickets,
in the other hand, the spirit held a handful of tickets!

21

As the sun went down once again over the ocean,
the spirit opened a bottle of some magical potion.
With this concoction of evil the spirit poured
it onto those tickets in hand with sinister galore.
"Tickets I have, yes you may be a winner.
Come one and all and even the sinner" .
The sailor stood strongly on his boat's stern,
ignoring the devil even though his heart did yearn.
But his desires were stronger than his will,
so he sipped the potion and then became ill.
His insides churned with a sickening sound,
on his forehead  skin a huge bump was found.

22

The sailor once again off course he sailed,
for the meaning of life has slipped and failed.
Sailing into the same old familiar safe ocean,
reasons for life were questioned by an angel's motion.
In circles life has been spinning on earth and in space,
he was once jealous as tears run down his face.
The Angel then said to him"It is time to let it go",
and the Sailor grasping his head replied; "Yes I know."
So he sighed and then he prayed once more,
for in the sailor's heart always lies the shore.
He prayed; "Dear God, help the world in its time of need,
and in life and love please allow me to succeed."

23

So in this beautiful ocean of sorrow and life,
he silently wished for the angels to bring him a wife.
The third week of advent then takes its toll,
and the Sailor just wondered what was his role.
Soon the season of this holy event passes through
and he still searches for answers and a clue.
He learns that on the feast of St. Stephen,
being a martyr in life does not make it distributed even.
With each journey he takes on his mighty ship,
life will get easier like from wine taking a sip.
Three days before the century turns the calendar read,
into raging oceans alone for New Year's he will tread.

24

Winds in the east began to haul and roar,
as the new century promised magical lore.
The clock then rolled into a new day,
the new millennium drew near without delay.
The Sailor prepares for a celebration with a friend,
as always he is the martyr and lending a hand.
The boat now fueled and ready to let go,
of the past sailing into the world's millennium show.
Then in one blast, the millennium begins anew,
washing away the tears of the past and all of the blue.
Learning to appreciate everything he has completed,
is how the Sailor in 2000 will make the blues deleted.  

25

A new start, a new beginning, a new century,

feelings of hope begin to set him free.

Tuesday, January 2, 2001

A fairy Tale

A Fairy Tale
by Cal Morton Jr.

Roses dried in empty vases-
black as midnight in the Elysian fields.
My sister believed in fairy tales
and found her knight in shining armor
as I still search for my damsel in distress-
maybe Sleeping Beauty deserved this less.

And my mother opens the bedroom door
and finds my sister growing up
and maybe I can grow up too
but only if I can come up with an excuse.

And we'll find what we've always sought
and we'll grow old in an apartment by ourselves
but let's not and say we did
and then they'll burn us on the pyre.

Mother read us bedtime stories
to teach us what to want from life.
But what caring words were said to us
when "Hey, diddle-diddle" the cat lost his fiddle
and the dish died and widowed the spoon
while the cow was snorting crack over the moon?

But don't tell me that you've fallen in love-
don't tell me that love isn't real-
tell me this is what you've always wanted-
tell me we'll live a fairy tale.

And my mother opens the bedroom door
and finds my sister growing up
and maybe I should grow up too
but I don't know what to use as  an excuse.

And we'll find what we've always sought
and we'll grow old in an apartment by ourselves.
We'll live happily ever after
and then they'll bury us in the ground.