--Beast of Light Poem--

Beast of Light, you bring me hope.

You promise riches, the burden I tote.
Beast of Light, I come to you.
The things you promised, they never came through.

My friend, my slave, take my hand, lets shake.
Situations came up, it’s an honest mistake.
Come now, go back to work, your loyalty true.
I will double the things I promised you.

Beast of Light, how selfish of me.
I’ll go back to work and make you proud, you’ll see.
Beast of Light, Beast of Light, where are the promises,
They are nowhere in sight?

My friend, my slave, I simply forgot.
Trust me, keep working, I’ll give you a lot.

Yes sir my lord, I’m loyal and true.
How selfish I’ve been to question you.

My hands are callused, my back will soon break.
Where are my promises? Is this another mistake?
Beast of Light, your cloak made of fine wool.
Your castle so big with riches so full.
Labor of slaves, made you so rich.
But no promises, not even a stitch.

My friend, my slave, how foolish of you.
Work harder, work longer, I’ll pay you your due.
You will be rewarded, this I tell you no lies.
In fact, give me more and I’ll triple the prize.

My hair has grayed, eyes sunk in my skull.
Still no promises, am I a fool?
Beast of Light, the promises you broke.
Now it’s time to unveil your cloak.
I look upon him with my vary own eyes.
The Beast of Light, is the Beast of Lies.

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier

--Remember When--

Have a seat, put up your feet,
Let me pour you a glass of wine.
Now think back and try to relax,
And take yourself back in time.

Think real hard and reminisce
Do you remember that very first kiss?
Wasn’t it great? Wasn’t it grand?
Did it put you in a state of bliss?

Crazy days, wild and free
Days like that now; I’ll never see.
Partying hard; far from sober,
Remember your first hang over?

TV shows that went on by.
Mulder and Skully of the Paranormal FBI.
Who can forget Buffy the Vampire Slayer,
In 90210, who do you think was the biggest player?

1992, remember Dan Quale? Remember he could not spell?
Mr. Quale, our VP, now he knows potato has no “e”.
Clinton and Lewinsky; that fling went south.
Did he really put that cigar in his mouth?

Go back further and remember when,
you valued your first real best friend?
Always together always a double,
When ever together always in trouble.

And who could forget thier very first car.
Put it in first gear, floor it as you tore up the tar.
You'd drive that car accross the map,
Proud of it even though it was a piece of crap.

Let me jog your memory;
remembering then,
Think back to the days;
remember when?

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier