38.O Ralph. (July ’14)

A combination of things have reminded me of this this morning, so I thought I’d repost it.

Just that, nothing more.


38.O Ralph. (July ’14)


If you like things dark and gloomy,

Then my psyches plenty roomy,

I’m pitch black but I’m not dread,

That last drinks really hurt my head,

It feels just fit to burst,

I dunno whats the worst,

Not remembering my beginnings

Or losing count of all the endings,

Some point and say that’s him,

Some say that I’m too grim,

Some stop and say are you Swedish,

While others say I cheat at Chess,

And that they’ll never like me,

Even if, I did hang out with Bill and Ted,


I wish I could recall but alas its all gone,

Who I am, or what I do, or where I’m from,

So I’m gonna have to wander,

While I ponder, my own name,

But lo! On 5th Avenue North,

An old song is bursting forth,

Now I know my name it’s not too late,

I am Death ! I work with my brother Fate,

I owe you now so much,

Oh Bluegrass singing Ralph,

And I’ll do my best to postpone,

The day when I must come,

And I shake your hand in grateful thanks,

Live well and prosper now,

My dear new friend,

O Ralph.


(c) Jim Laing 2014

About Jim Laing

The Buddha said there were four kinds of people. Those who run from dark to dark, those who run from light to dark, those who run from dark to light and those who run from light to light. From a life going from dark to dark to having a few years running from dark to light, with scuffed hands and knees from sometimes falling, I may be getting the hang of it now. How it began is not now how it is, I need a quiet space, After the noise of the day, So I take sanctuary in the creativity, And my soul feeds, On sometimes dark, Sometimes light fantasy, And I dare like many to work, But stay up off my knees, To dream, perchance to suffer, But always still to dream. Here are things mostly lyrical and poetic, with nonsense sometimes, reviews and personal musings. The coffees hot and always black. The words not necessarily so.
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