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M’Laird

By J.M. Carlstad

July 2009

 

Aah, sweet Anansi

Spins a web

A trace of gossamer fine

Networking trails

Of fire

Upon his connecting lines

 

Eh Trickster,

What of your whiles?

I see you now….

In this, your style!

 

For today, I walked into a room

Where he smiled and greeted me

By name!

Whoa! Hadn’t met him before …

Yet I knew His voice, His face

A handsome devil – all the same!

 

He stood,

tall and dark

All dressed in black

Rakish smile

     Long dark hair …

   swept back

Gleaming eyes

of cobalt blue

Powerful voice

Charming and smooth

 

Everyone rubs shoulders

with the Devil

 once in a while

He said

and his voice purred as

he’d rub his hands together

His mouth curved in a smile

 

You can be what you want to be

Make no mistake!

But watch what you wish for

And which path you take

As you reach for those goals

you may just wind up -

 Selling Satan - your very soul…

  

Ooh, Grand stories he’d weave

Like Anansi, he’d spin

And to capture it all

Where would I begin?

 

“Oh I’d rather be a gypsy

Or a Viking upon the sea

I’d die a horrrrrible death!

Aaah yes!”

He grinned,

“ ‘Tis a  celebration, don’t you agree?”

 

“For I’m dark and dour with hope

And bright with hidden woes

Of society ‘n all its pressures

What? Balance!?!

You know how it goes!

 

Aye - I’d travel ‘cross the world

Examine history and faith

See what it was back then

Be what I want to be - in my space

And then I’d grab a pen

Sign with bloooood on the dotted line

Will you be joining me? Aaah… When?”

And he laughed….just feeling fine!

 

Everyone rubs shoulders

with the Devil

 once in a while

He said

and his voice purred as

he’d rub his hands together

His mouth curved in a smile

 

You can be what you want to be

Make no mistake!

But watch what you wish for

And which path you take

As you reach for those goals

you may just wind up -

 Selling Satan your very soul…

  

Aaah, with such food for thought,

I asked him thus – “M’Laird….

What do you see?

How can one then

Ever be very truly free?”

 

“Find your own niche

Reach for what you want

Keep expectations high

And if you can’t find the music you like

Then Hell – let’s make our own!!!”

 “Let’s write a whole new story!”

And he ran his hands o’er his moustache

Before answering his phone

 

Back like lightning from his call

He tempted laughter, see

Like a songbird to a tree

And I sat there and wondered

At the wit and

At what it was to be me?

 

When I left, he clapped his hands together

And with his message I concurred,

But I leaned in closer to his dark head

Making sure I heard ever-y word.

As he clasped his hands

Warmly over mine…and bade me his farewell,

I heard him again inside my head…

heard his words once more tell…

 

Everyone rubs shoulders

with the Devil

 once in a while

He said

and his voice purred as

he’d rub his hands together

His mouth curved in a smile

 

You can be what you want to be

Make no mistake!

But watch what you wish for

And which path you take…

As you reach for those goals

 you may just wind up -

 Selling Satan your very sooooul…

 

 And as I left the building

The thunder roared

and the rain

it poured!!!

Lightning bit the skies

The traffic lights

in the intersection

ALL turned red

And the world ground to a stop!

I felt the laughter from dark blue eyes

And soft chuckles followed me instead…

So with a smile on my face

and a nod of my head

I moved into the flow

Thinking of his advice

And how strangely life can go

For…

 

Everyone rubs shoulders

with the Devil

 once in a while

He’d said

and his voice had purred as

he’d rubbed his hands together

His lips curved in a gleeful smile

 

You can be what you want to be

Make no mistake!

But watch what you wish for

And which path you take

As you reach for those goals

 you may just wind up -

 Selling Satan your very soul…

 

Oh yes,  you may just wind up

 Selling Satan…. your very soooul…

 

Eh Trickster,

What of your whiles?

I see you now….

In this, your style!

 

But all the same

Upon your mischievous threads

I find inspiration

Inside of my head

And find the best way to be free

Is to just very truly

BE…

 

 

So sweet Anansi

Keep Spinning your web

In traces of gossamer fine

Keep Networking trails

Of fire

Upon your connecting lines

 

Connecting trails and networks

Upon your gossamer lines…

"Be the Change You Wish To See In The World...." Gandhi
 
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