Mr Tate

There just isn't much to say in this day and age, when the motor starts kickin' and nothing feels the same. Near and far the dread of deprivation scares the masses of all. The one with the grinder has to flee for the life he thought he had.

All the while when hoax and storms wilt the way and moments become epic of tales of the old.

Some may see and some may listen, but all of them feels the lack of the brew.

There was a time when the issue was at hand no more, it was a time when whales crept from their homes and sold the tiny bits of blubber they had for what they could get. It was a terrible time and the waves folded under the rage of the greed.

Almost by accident the Walter of old came strutting by, holding his fist in the sky for the far. It was as if he felt the hate and the moxie before he knew it was all that he had. There used to be sadness but now there was none.

Minds will ponder and wills will break, but no one got close to Emilium Tate.

The Far and Away to Stay

Was there no respite she wondered, fine then. My hard earned money is mine, not theirs. 
"I will not give it up for anything, not even that" she said looking at the rag. It shone in the sunlight and bragged about heritage and polish. She wouldn't listen.

Her mind was made up. Now she just had to make herself up. No easy feat but she knew it could be done. The rag knew too and started to get worried. No girl had refused the shine and polish before today. It was unheard of in rag circles and those were sophisticated ones.

Alas she came to and up in arms, I see you there in your castle on the hill and will by my own doing be turned away for free. It was the sun who shone and not you. My heart is here and you are there. Good bye and hey I might love the way, but this time and forward value has changed in my inner. There will be no sale of my account for time and again.

She left and felt higher the way a might of bird will soar the sky on air of high.

The War and the Brew

And then there was love and bananas no one knew and there was none. Instead the one who could did not and he was and his wife was too. At last the sun went down and some was here right there.

To be honest he went for the chair, no one had ever chosen the chair before and there was uproar in the crowds. How dare he? Had he no honor and respect for the elders? Someone had the truth.

The chair flew across the arena, happy to be free. At last.

The Saracen knew not what to do, neither did he and they saw it was a draw.

The price was not given and everyone ate soup to celebrate. Funny was the one holding the speech and won the draw. The law was written and there was peace a while.

Centuries later the legend was told once more, the chair was thrown, none understood and that was the way it had always been.

The Fell and the Tree

The apple fell against the tree but had no idea who he was. The milk he had drunk was not yet done and there was nought to do. Mog would be home soon and with him the older gents and the dogs. He hated dogs, they smelled of manure and clogged songs. He picked up his red and blue put them in the basket and went off along the freeway. Nobody would stop him now, not today of all days.

He walked over some cobblestones in the road and remembered just how to roll as agreed earlier with nature. Looking around to see if anyone noticed he halted when he saw a trash can. Trash cans could not be trusted. That was the law. He watched closely to see if he had been noticed but the moon was low so their eyes was not opened yet. Lucky break finally. It wasn't common but it happened now and again.

Further down the way there was cloudy and the wheels of the rungs were there. He went up to say hi, no response. He knocked and the wheel opened. "Rungs?", he asked.

"Yes, come back tomorrow."

He nodded his head without noticing he had none. No one cared no one dared he thought. King of the jungle that's for sure.

Almost out of the shade of his eye came a wave he recognised, it was her again. Good, this time he was ready, no jokes this time, serious as a log.

"Hi" she said "you carvin'?"

"Well depends, not this morning, but now I am."

"Appreciate it." she smiled

He went over and hugged the ocean softly. There was a pause and she was still no bearings or turbulences.

"I've been looking" he said. "No wonder you were lost."

She smiled and kissed him tenderly. "You were always the one to brag."

"My own self of all, no more." he went on.

They crept closer and wept.

"No more never again" she laughed.

"Agree" he smiled.