Interstellar Masquerade

Published on 2006-03-20 21:24:00

A Forbidden LandCopyright © 2006 Philip Raymond SadlerA cloud broke overhead. Rain pelted the dunes until the water ran in rivulets, quenching the extreme thirst of the hot sands.A man squatted beside a rock, sheltered from the howling wind which attempted to lash him with the large, heavy drops. He tried not to shiver. It was two days since he ventured into the desert, and, as the oracle predicted, he had been followed by wind and rain. Things he could do without. He had water enough to cross,

Published on 2006-02-06 04:31:00

From Rows Of Empty SeatsCopyright © 2006 Philip Raymond Sadler I speak the lines of plays not written,upon a stage not built.Crowds of people clap silent praise,from rows of empty seats.Future critics crawl from out the cracks withina paper littered outer walk,and deafly turn away.

Published on 2006-02-06 04:29:00

Will He RememberCopyright © 2006 Philip Raymond Sadler A lily, a wreath, a somberly dug grave.A man in a uniform, a soldier once brave.If the spirit can hearken to that which is said,will he remember why he is dead?Will he remember a war not his own,or his wife and his child who are left all alone?Will he remember the medal they gave,or will he remember being sealed in his gave?

Published on 2006-02-06 04:26:00

All Who WereCopyright © 2006 Philip Raymond Sadler Dirt and leaves keep swirling,in abandoned doorways of the past,and all who were, now are gone;just dusty memories toyed with by the winds of time.Mourned by no one living,and never to be remembered,for any thing they've done.Just differing patterns of unchained atoms,drifting lost in endless space.

Published on 2006-02-03 04:01:00

Soft Warm DaysCopyright © 2006 Philip Raymond Sadler I like to sit upon my stoop, on soft warm days, gaze into the leaves of trees,and watch them bob, like starlings, within a playful breeze.I like to listen to the motor sounds whispering in the town.To let my mind go wandering to when we met a man of renown.I like to watch the sparrows as they build their leaf and twig walled nest.To listen to the bumblebees humming in the west.I like to watch the children playing baseball on the lawn.To harke

Published on 2006-02-03 03:49:00

The Hard and Ancient EyesCopyright © 2006 Philip Raymond SadlerThe hard and ancient eyesof statues carved from stonelook out upon the world of manand down upon his rubbled citiesand his burned and splintered bone.No tears may flow from marble eyes,but eerie moans may soundto mourn the scion of mankindlying wasted on the ground.

Published on 2005-10-22 20:05:00

The SignCopyright © 2005 Philip Raymond SadlerThe comet's tail swept across the big dipper,temporarily hiding it from view.People cried:"A message!""A sign!"And everyone dropped to their knees.It's a star, several suns, or a comet glowing brightly.It's a light of the present, but an illumination of the past.As it singles itself out in the bright cosmic void,it flares, it shatters, to release all its might,and the cold, unfriendly dark is a strew with its light.

Published on 2005-10-22 19:54:00

Silver Men and Golden WomenCopyright © 2005 Philip Raymond SadlerSilver man, from silver lands,play golden instruments with silver hands.Golden women, in fervent choice,sing golden songs with golden voice.Silver men and golden women,living sparkling lives,watch ruby flowers bobbing headsto clouds of diamonds in the skies.Turquoise rabbits and sapphire dogs,play in golden woods,and diamond mists, on silver hills,give sparkling people hoods.Golden women and silver menkeep their lives in fun,and p

Published on 2005-10-22 19:47:00

Time DialCopyright © 2005 Philip Raymond SadlerSlipping through the silken dark,on humming feet of urgency,the white cowled figure ran acrossthe lighted face of time.Its footsteps echoed through the black,dying, distant, unheard,and the figure ran into obscurity.

Published on 2005-10-22 19:28:00

Silent Sunday AfternoonCopyright © 2005 Philip Raymond Sadler Gray clouds, blue sky, green leaves, and She and I. Silent Sunday afternoon. Flowered fields. It's gone too soon. * Blue green water and white quartz rock. I sit alone upon a dock and wonder why she is not here and wish so much that she were near. * Yellow moon and black starred space reveal the sadness which twists my face. Wind croons a lu