Monday, April 4, 2016

The Essence and Origin

In the days of old, times of legend
And wicked evils takin' hold
The people trampled underfoot, havin' had enough
A shockwave of light from above!
A gift to a land under the flood 
of sadness, tears, thunder n' blood

Torrents of ash, screams, blood and gore

Spinnin' winds and blowin' storms
Mothers in black as they mourn
But from this wilderness a pure form was born 
to save the world, tattered, shattered and torn

In that universe of free verse,

tall tales and volumes of words from being hurt
Endless days of Darkened skies
and rivers of tears
year after year being cried
Would you believe there
was once a time
when one might alliterate for a line
And a little rhythm
would ring with rhyme
Oh, how there was
happiness in those
golden glory days of
smiles and sunshine!

Blowin' winds flowin' change

Chosen to be the form by 
which man might be saved
A just, simple man simply going about his day
Then a light from above
and from above
Down a gift of heaven came
Chosen on that day, a man
Rick was his name

Chosen by the winds blowin'

to bring heat
to the world's cold n' frozen
Rhyme was the gift
To man named Rick
So he could heal the rift
Born to be the Essence
And drive evil to the cliff!

A world now risin' from the dead

The fire risin' higher and higher
That began to spread
It didn't take long
From that day on and on
Whispers of the name became song
Rhythm and rhyme found melody and time
And the Era of the Essence had arrived.

His kingdom was born

When the people worn 
turned their head
To see the light at the edge 
of the coldest night, 
wakin' from stones they called homes
They could hear him say in his peculiar way,
'Sleep here tonight, if you might, ok, alright'
And so Rick the Essence
found the peasants 
to become his Disciples and Knights

As his kingdom grew

So many had come from so few
And as their spirits flew
The people would take reason each season
To name him something new
Born to be the Essence
The peasants bowed
with respect in his presence
They called him Mr.
then Dr.
now Wizard
He found the lost, bore the burden of their cost
His spells cast away the frost and blizzard
Turned to stone the store of vile snakes and lizards

The legend of his spells began to swell 

as he transmuted to golden eagles and hawks,
the muted macabre lovers and buzzards 
otherwise confused, 
always picking their own old wounds 
goin' blind in sunless rooms
spinnin' tales of blood, doom and sinkin' moons

He brought light to the people

And showed them the joy of life
Spreading his words and the craft
Were his disciples and Knights
Swings of their pens and their swords
One and the same
Just dependin' on how you pick to fight

Rick the wizard

casting magic with his wand
Castles to pigs and lizards
In a style of which we're all quite fond
His spells spell concise
Leavin' ya feelin' contrite
Showing men they're mice
While keeping it
short, sweet, and polite
Knowin' he don't gotta be showin'
His Thor-like power n' might
While we're all already blinded by his light

He's the master, he's the wizard

Spell caster, rhyme blaster
rockin' his wand, wavin' his finger
Call him Dr., never mister
A blistering pace, melting our face
With wisdom, now listen
You tiny peasant,
Whipped with penance
bow and thank ya God 
you were blessed 
with the presence of the Essence!

Hit your knees 

and reflect with repentance
Get down and bow
before the man with the might of the world
dropped from a single sentence

The light from above 
that came to save us
It's Rick, the gift that god gave us
To show us the way away 
from the grave of poetry bent
to sadden then enslave us