Sonnettics

As if we choose the meaning of the song

We let the lyrics wash upon our shore

Declare ourselves the right to right the wrong

Harmoniously humming evermore

And though we know the words we choose to sing

We find we lose some meaning in the beat

The circle of the beat’s a rhythmic thing

And where we linger, lingering’s complete

The sound we hear compels us now to be

To be the sound complacent we can hear

And so we listen to complacency

And wonder why our silence sounds like fear

The fear of little songs that sing our tale

And in such fear we find what we’d regale.

The words of Blake are still alive and well

Imagination’s metaphors are here

To rescue such ideas from our Hell

We must Create before they disappear

Within the mind of men, the mind of God

We see the life of stories we would tell

Creation’s realm: a place we find unflawed

A simple place where simple truth will dwell 

Simplicity, like growth through birth or death

Is never simple, like the words of Blake

Imagination’s words are living breath

We live and breathe with everything we make

The Mental Fight unfolds as we Create

A life within Imagination’s state.

The days are getting longer now, hooray!
Says little Meekoo as he climbs a tree
The forest won’t seem quite as dark today
The forest is where Meekoo likes to be

When Yule begins, the winter starts to end
And Meekoo knows that spring will be here soon
A fact on which he knows he can depend
As surely as the stars, the sun, the moon

The moon is cold, the stars all twinkle pure
The sun gives light and makes the springtime warm 
Of this and more young Meekoo can be sure
As sure as cold and snow in winter’s storm

Young Meekoo knows the hope the Yule can bring
The hope of life revived in precious spring. 

I watch for fast complexities to rise
To rise above the heavens and the gods
The gods of every faith, of every size
To stop, to think, to know: what are the odds

If all creations sing their maker’s song
And every song proceeds beyond the void
Then where will god-made creatures thus belong
And where will music's mayhem be deployed

You think you know the words that you will pray
But I know more than simple words and songs
Correct is never reached in simple ways
The right exists for existential wrongs

So rise beyond whatever gods might sing
And there you'll see the truth of everything.