January 2016
Zeitgeist Unbridled
Nashville Bound
from the back of beyond
he came,
inexplicable faith
fusing with oblivious ignorance,
innocent eyes belying
a voracious mind --
he faced the gauntlet
charisma held in
reserve,
ambiguity &
eloquence in abeyance,
embellishments too were
set aside --
until such time Source gave leave
a singular fate, beyond comprehension,
his boots presaged
wanderlust,
maneuvered in and out
of heartbreak --
to another side, love
did stray
searchlights crisscrossed
igniting discovery,
skeins of insight,
conception,
zeal & ardor fostered
epic creation --
freedom's chimes proclaimed mythical glory
Concordia's striking
tresses & heartfelt bounty
charmed & granted
generosity,
throughout, competition
ran riot --
distinction & renown were within reach
overcome, amid vying
interests & demands,
too much too soon, for just like a socialite,
desired by kings, another slipped into his
room --
destined to deliver a
troika of sons
time stampeded, headlong
& hell bent,
visionaries converged,
events collided,
transformed, good & evil aligned --
his time had come
lyrics expounded philosophy
& ethics,
propelled by
ambition, recognition beckoned
altruism required no
self-sacrifice...music sufficed --
a rally for peace
kindled universal consciousness
audacity amidst nefarious
company,
without connection,
the road welcomed his path
incandescent with
plangent desolation --
he set cats among pigeons
amped, flagrant with
abandon & rebellion
exuberance &
passion channeled his views,
imagination inhabited
songs unique unto himself --
anthems redeemed the
conscience of a generation
in a league of his
own, extended & beleaguered,
treading the tail of
the tiger, toying with ruination
captivating, unexplored
hypnotic provinces evolved --
a commanding double
masterpiece reigned supreme
accolades &
eminence persuasively inflamed
in an ever intensifying
array of distilled essence
mandates of art
provoked flirtation with the abyss --
fated his
epitaph...never to be, the good die young
mountains, source of
power & mystery,
signified sanctuary
from a defiant, perilous past,
until claiming his
next of kin --
death insisted on
intimacy
austere, resigned, sorrowful
enveloped in domestic
patterns, embracing lore,
his spirit
resurrected events of centuries past --
mirroring undisturbed
rhythms of all there is
summoned, captivated
by any day now, another waited,
seeking, unaware
release was in the moment,
offering idealism
& solace, startled by romanticism --
a beautifully crafted
Skyline, seductive & inviting... proved
irresistible.
Queen of Swords
NOTE: Authorship (selection
of copyrighted material) of this and all other blogs: NOM DE PLUME: Hazel Brock -- Poetry &
Other Compositions: Queen of Swords
-- Novels: A.S. Riker, Rebecca Rockwell
-- Internet (Peggy Day, Stephania Badger, et al, )
