CliffSongs

  Before Akallabêth   The manuscript, an ancient tongue, The balance of nature is hung. The hourglass, the sands run thin, The warning unheard in machine din.   In candlelight the message clears: A tale of absent light for years. When monsters reared and trees were felled, Arda betrayed, the light was quelled.   An iron crown, a ring in stone, The Faithful weep, wander alone. Jewels by the mighty dark worn, Twisted heart kindled, blood oath sworn.   Who can move within the unlight? Who can undarken the dead night? Who makes claim with stolen right? What vengeance mars jewels burning bright?   The trees are wounded, their light is gone, Within the jewels their light lives on. But lies live in their maker’s breast, Away from Aman he now pressed.   Jealousy, greed, and now revenge, So much on other skill now depends. Their kin, the water folk defy, There by the Sea their bodies lie.   Fr...

  The Meet   Lurching through forest, spirit strewn, I chanced upon her: Woman Moon. Silver-fragile, hard as the night, Beckoned, led me to ancient rite.   An obscured path, the hidden glen, A rabbit warren, foxes den. Many creatures were gathered nigh, Observed this man with measured eye.   No fear here, nor cause for alarm, Austere Moon guards; keeps them from harm. Here hidden in primeval defile, Brought hence to answer to trial.   Then Woman Moon put forth the call: “Here stands Man, to rise or fall!” “Am I, just one man, to answer for all?” “One man may serve this protocol.”   Then far off some bell did chime, And we were separated from Time, Then Woman Moon spoke with hardened shine, Telling the tale of Mankind’s crime.   Long she spoke in forever night, Of pine and oak and creatures plight. Long I listened, and much heard, ‘Til she fixed her gaze on me: “Speak your word.”   I s...

  Rebuke   Not a day gone, Nor yet in the grave, The murdered lie cold, Yet your words run colder And thus Your cruelty is assured. Your shame spills over, Though you hold none of your own. Short-timer, there is much you could yet do, Besides mourning strictly over you. How brazen your lip service! You mourn your own renown, And place the blame Squarely where it must lie: With the victim, With the victim. What derangement grips you? Too often do you name yourself – Ever you claim fevered oppression Even as the invective flies from your lips, And the orders are made against those Who scry your sin. How many more can you repulse Before you stand alone? Your pursuit of isolation is too evident, May you be granted your boon, And be the victim, Be the victim. The lies no longer cover   Your expanding ass, The deflections you cast No longer obscure a revealing past. Teflon wears when scraped often, And you ha...

  The Real Fake News – 11 th Hour   President Trump today attended a brief news conference where his hand again showed evidence of bruising. Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt explained away the markings as a result of a “very energetic and athletic coin toss at the Army-Navy football game” before challenging several reporters to do the same, most of whom declined citing having to rectify disorganized sock drawers or issues with cuticle retention.   Lauren Boebert is launching her long-awaited “Humping Legs for Freedom” initiative beginning Monday, 12/15/2025. Interested parties may pose with the Congressional representative in holiday-themed overtly sexual poses for cash or crypto.   Marjorie Taylor Greene is expected to announce that she has always been “a goddam lib” in a bid for a Georgia senate seat.   President Trump joined several Christmas parties throughout the past week. Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt noted that the president engaged i...

  Station   Another turn bound to this domain, Trodding ever this worn terrain. Pressed to this existence we barely explain, How do we escape this contain?   Will we ride the circles of wild tides? Out beyond where the stars collide? What dream further have you supplied? We should all so limitlessly glide.   And when will you take the farther flight? Where does the adventure truly begin? Will you travel deeper than night? Your beginning doesn’t have to end.   Are we conscripted to rock and soil? Are we restricted to firmament’s toil? In all our petty arguments embroiled, We remain our strictest foil.   Can we not sail a lighter breeze? Are there not more ethereal seas? Must we endure this fleshly freeze? Do we all within us hold the keys?   And when will you take the farther flight? Where does the adventure truly begin? Will you travel deeper than night? Your beginning doesn’t have to end. ...

  President’s Piece   Waste that pleasure craft, big boy! Hit them again, Because they can’t get away. Football plastic peace prize present, Tanker grab confirms its worth. Not so noble the pursuit, Not so noble a look, Cast away that noble dream. Resolute desk warrior, Bruise a hand again! The only visible battle scar. What spurs you on these days? Is credibility such a great loss? Then take the fight home to sweet Chicago, To Portland, To the Golden State, A show of force painted in orange goo. Who can afford such peace? Who can afford anything? A commander in chief too asleep to brief, Up all night in the media trenches, Unsocial, And untruthed. Your battle is with reality: Your public takes hits in the wallet, so, You advise austerity, Claiming it is prosperity, Sabotaging your verity. When you war with the truth of everything, Of everyone, How will you find peace? How will we? Peace president, Leave us ...

  Fry   Disconnected, And gone too deep. The ideas go jumbly or Fracture like slammed Jello or Meld and mush into hot glaze. Who needs drugs when you can disintegrate so? What magnificent muddling! A discombobulate of familiar actions. Muscle memory mandate. Coerced cognition confounded. Foggy faculty fades. Clarity cancelled. Do not ask where the concepts have gone: All of them kaleidoscope immediately, Avoiding coalescence, Demanding observance, Achieving insubstance. What meddles this mentality? What careens this comprehension? Can one seize a singular notion yet? Can it be caught, Considered, Chronicled, Catalogued? Or are the myriad eddies to be? Scrambled sensibilities, Sodden smoke, Slipping scraps. Lassitude lingers, Sleep is a reprieve, Yet no release. Am I yet bound by Morpheus? Would that I were discharged from this swamp, That I may worry more clearly.   Cliff Lake 12/10/2025 Copyright...

  Attack of the Visually Operative Otolaryngologist!   The whistling, the gumming, the groaning and clicking. The sticky situation readied for unsticking.   The clumping, the dumping, inescapable lumping. The artificial respite coursing and pumping.   The trailway, the frailway, subjected to the blender, The unabashed allowance of complete surrender.   Nursing, fears disbursing, a plan proceeding as designed. Orderly ministrations, don’t see me from behind!   Pack these arms, they must not travel too far! Anesthetize me baby, eight to the bar!   O thou surgeon, thee pains me in mediation! Thy incursion drains me,   to rectify deviation!   Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze! Wherefore art thou my mucosal sleaze? Is it that thou wert more condition than disease?   A practiced hand and visual transmit journey, Can someone tell me how I got back on this gurney?   Drip, drip, drip, the gravity of t...

  Temporal Blitz   Darkness, darkness, doom and gloom, So many mistakes to blend. Who put the riffraff in this room? What have you left to lend?   What is the meaning of the meaning? When did it begin to trend? Is there actuality in seeming? What is this nowhere that you’ve been?   And you step through the doorway, That you may change your mind. And maybe you leave and/or stay, And all else is left behind.   So you steal the clock from the near wall: No more messages to send. Another means to appeal the clear fall: Another where to attend.   Can you step beyond the fire? Are their dealings yet to mend? Are you still within the dire? Are there fissures yet to defend?   So, you step through the doorway, There you may change your mind. And maybe you leave and/or stay, And all else is left behind.   Run the game, that is the way, It’s only reality that bends. Hail Mary play after the ...

  The Carrot Of It All   O, the anticipation! The thing wanted and withheld! The promise just ahead, Clearly available, Just beyond the grasp! O, the anticipation!   See the finaglers, The arrangers, The slippery sinister! They parade justice as a newfound banner, They vaunt piety even as their sin is sung out. See their finger point away, Always away.   O, the anticipation! The engine guns forward, The load still undelivered, The car is empty, The hunger remains. O, the anticipation!   They have consulted each the other, The unspoken remains guarded yet! Not all bulwarks are breached, The keep remains. A feigned retreat, A sleight of hand, A seeming compromise. Give the rabble what they want, In word, not deed. The show must go on.   O, the anticipation! See the curtain rise! See the curtain behind the curtain! Does it yet conceal? Is there naught but brick beyond? O, the antic...

  Somnolence   Here I imagine away the day, Less partaking than watching the fray. Head in the clouds, on the ground my feet stay, Have I really fled so far astray?   Waking hour influenced by moon’s gleam, Dare I trust in this consciousness stream? Or do I believe all is as it seems? Lost in the dark of a dream.   And who can say What it all really means? Is it all merely chance, Is it preconceived scenes? Scrambling through life From extreme to extreme, Can we get it right In the dark of the dream?   I wander past the unseeing eyes, My real self is my disguise. What happens when the circuits fry? An avatar can never cry.   Where will they find their self-esteem? Milk the motherboard for its cream. You will not hear the diodes scream, Tumble into the dark of the dream.   And who can say What it all really means? Is it all merely chance, Is it preconceived scenes? Scrambling through ...

  Over and Over   The backroom is empty, Cigars all smoked. They slipped past supposed sentry, This is the tail end of the joke.   Just a little behind and Casey’s at bat, Who is going to even the score? Promises from an empty hat, The manager has closed the store.   And did you think you would get some aid? Maybe it was just for fun. Where were you when the deal was made? They lie in the sun. There they lie and give you some shade, Over before it begun.   It isn’t over until they say it’s over, But it’s over now. And still, they bask in the clover, And you’re behind the plow.   There you sit on the sidelines, Wondering when you’ve won. But you’ve been sold down the pipeline, Over before it begun.   And did you think you would get paid? Maybe it was just for fun. Where were you when the deal was made? They lie in the sun. There they lie and give you some shade, Over before it begun. ...

  Hand Full of Jokers   Runaway coach and unbridled driver, Rattling apart the each. The horses in their traces scream frenzied, Pleasure rides forced into servitude. Whip hand working overtime, The driver lurches off the track.   Passengers tightly crammed and unfed, They grouse their discomfort. Most realize they have been taken for a ride, Yet the reins remain in the hands of the madman.   The cliff’s edge looms beside, Beckoning the blinded with false solidity, Turn further right and… Or is it the lightless tunnel that calls, No end in sight, And a mountain of weight threatening.   The calvary rides in blue, Chasing rogues. Bullies and bandits in the hire of the coach company, Or loyal to robber barons and corrupt lawmen, Impediments to farmer and rancher alike, Looking no farther than the range of their weapons.   The carriage crashes on, Axles strained and threatening shear, Wheels splinterin...

  Lights, Camera, Inaction   TV doctor flapping gums at the podium, All present disregarding the odium. Camelot cruiser looking on from the side, Bolstering pharma cooks he also derides.   Big office medical disruption, Another sleepy time interruption. Whale head witchdoctor flees the scene, Tune out the drama like it’s never been.   Face the camera, Close the eyes. Nothing is happening, Deny and deny. Face the camera, Turn out the lights. Drift away In your forever twilight.   Irony in the Office Oval, Pay to play and be sure to grovel. Feed the rich and cook the poor, Get your picture taken with the cosplay Fuhrer.   Medical aid, but it’s all pretense, Tone-deaf admin on defense. Purchased devotion put on display, Commotion happens and just look away.   Face the camera, Close the eyes. Nothing is happening, Deny and deny. Face the camera, Turn out the lights. Drift away In y...

Testimonial   The tension, Ratchet up the tension. How else will you justify the thugs? The training, Don’t bother with much training. How else will they remain the thugs? What brutish tactics! What short sight…   Starvation, Inflation, Frustration, Predation. The tools of the tyrant, The clumsy hands that wield.   Constraint, Restraint, Complaint, Repaint. The pettiness of the bullying, The insubstantial yield.   Suppression, Oppression, Recession, Depression. The duress forced by insecurity, The results in the ledger concealed.   What use is history To those that refuse to read? Pressures applied Always require Eventual release. The fires you start today, Set the boil of tomorrow, That you think you can contain. This is a pot Larger than your ego.   You begin to burn your own, Thinking your lies Will outweigh their empty wallets, That your words Are more substant...

  Red Horizon   Red horizon, Sounding drum. Fires lit, Night has come.   Greed of tyrant, Arms prepare. Take up your shield, Oaths to swear.   The marching horde, It won’t relent. The bell is rung, A message sent.   Sound alarm, The rider found. Time has flown, Comes the hellhound.   What treasure does the enemy yearn? Nothing is left when all has burned.   The worm within, Treason crawls. Secret session, Reason falls.   Counsels heard, Found forthright. Provision stocked, Desperate flight.   What treasure does the enemy yearn? Nothing is left when all has burned. The night is long, and we mourn the sun, Here we stand and we will not run.   Rusted armor, Faithful sword. Defenders poised, Sing battle chord.   Farm and dell, Shield and lance. Guard it well, Dark advance.   The night is long, and we mourn the sun, Here we stand an...

  The Wreck of the Old 47   The morning meeting convenes, The accolades are sung. Just another day Behind the wrecking ball. He’s being lied to, And accepts anyway. He looks run down, So he takes all the money, To convince himself he’s not drowning. He gazes at his good time buddies, As they look at what he’s done. Nothing seems to change, While the house stays shut down, And none of them will tell him, That he’s been such a fool. “SNAP!”, he cackles, “Let them eat crypto!”, he says, Guarding his own pile manically. “Let them eat ICE tear gas!” He gazes around the room, Waiting on the expected harumphs. “Harumph!”, they bark, “Harumph!” The assistant vampire steps forward, “The cozening will continue!”, it declares, Convincing no one further. They know what’s at stake, And none wish to be tied to the whipping post, Nor chained and bound. Yeah, Sometimes they feel like… It’s dying, The support they had feels like...

  Goin' Fission   The chest is sorely bruised: A constant, If erratic thumping, Renders soft flesh tenderized, While the stone beneath feels nothing, But the fear of consequence.   The mouth is open, The mouth is always open. It is the loudest in the room. It is always the loudest in the room. Hear it praise itself! Someone has to…   The hands are mismatched: One is blotchy purple, And when it isn’t, It is Covergirl pink. Both reach for the money, All the money.   The eyes are blinded by gaudy paint, They fail to see the damage it wreaks. They do not read figures they do not like. They see enemies in every corner. They do not see ramifications. They only see dollar signs.   The ears do not register. They hear no entreaties, They heed no advice. They are full of what the mouth has said, They listen that only, And are deaf to anyone without deep pockets.   The brain is sodden. It...

            October 26 Lantern Jack Cuts a Rug   Lantern Jack was frowning his pumpkin mug, He felt all year he was much too snug. Lantern Jack needed some way to unplug: He and Hellcat at the Mash would cut a rug.   It was the Mash, it was the Monster Mash, Old Jacko planned to make a splash. But to the tailor they had to dash: After all year they looked like trash.   The tailor’s shop was on Dreary Lane, You can only reach it by Blaine the Train. The truth is Blaine is a pain. Going by Blaine may be insane.   Jackie and Hellcat climbed aboard, Dreary Lane Blaine headed toward. On the way Blaine got bored, Pedal to the metal, Blaine was floored.   Blaine had a need: a need for speed. Blaine had another need: A once and final deed. Neither Jack nor Hellcat had agreed.   Lantern Jack thought the speed a strain, Hellcat looked on with disdain. Soon they would p...

  October 25      Shadow   Lightning-struck, It yet lives, Once vibrant, Green and giving, Now shattered, Twisted, broken, Harmed. A misshapen remnant, Clinging to a life near end, Still sustained, Bolstered and buoyed by Something…   October arrives. The season marks changes: Thinning airs, Longer echoes, Lengthened shadows. One falls starkly black: A grasping image perhaps, Spindly and somehow substantive, A screaming imprint without sound, A sooted portraiture of agonized form, An effigy not quite lifeless, A likeness of pained being.   Hurrying passersby do not cross this mar, Unthinking, they step around, Taking to gutter or grass, Uneasy avoidance. Nor do they heed its appearance, To look is to fall, A known accounted in primal instinct, The mind will not acknowledge: Such aberrations lead only to reason unhinged, Then lost. Still, For some, There is a dim call...