The Dialogues


Is a sacred text.

A mystic scroll.


The Original Lore

From the time before.

Written by a living disciple,

For memorial principle.


For posterity

For modernity

For fraternity

For perpetuity


For ever

Transcribed in this book

Volumes 2 & 3 

Of “The Dialogues” (book 3)

A travel log (book 2)

Following (book 1)


Further following

No more wallowing

Information that must be said

Information that must be read

Stories you can feel

 just before bed

Stories that are real 

Not just in your head


They’re toasted

He now boasted

Time of the past

Times forever last

Good times remembered

Bad times dismembered

It’s all in “the dialogues

Memoirs of the captains log

As we drift into dense fog

Oh what a potent need

The parts of lore indeed

Lest we forget, certain tales

our destined future fails

Like Hansel and Gretel 

Let us resettle

Like a hot tea kettle


Let us rejoice

Let’s make a choice

To never go backward

These tales; the good word

Just like the emu

or the kangaroo 

They cannot walk in reverse

Only forward they can traverse

Forward into the future

Emergent from ancient tablature 

It’s time to enjoy the overture

It’s time it won’t be torture.











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