a run-on sentence to the brain

 they say truculence

 is the opposite of sagacity,

 as wisdom is the opposite

 of petulant foolishness.

 a storm of words no man can tame

 is a run-on sentence in the brain.

 when one coward feigns confidence

 tis our duty to expose this countenance

 as his crippling, rippling-down drudgery

 brings waves and waves of criminality.

 this storm of words no man can tame

 is a run-on sentence in the brain.

 fields and fields of skeletal remains

 spread under drone-filled cloudy skies

 the ruminations of senseless spirits

 the ruminations of too many lies.

 this storm of words no man can tame

 is a run-on sentence to the brain.

 

 

 

 

 

Charleston Waterfront

Your man has been busy wandering around the streets of Charleston, South Carolina, while you were off watching the rest of the world. I am sorry the local connectivity has feigned an allergy to my phone, leaving me wordless this past week. I have provided a more visual picture for you to explain the beauties of the Charleston waterfront. 

The Battery...walking along the edge of land and water...

rows of antebellum mansions...

like this pink house facing the waterfront...

and this pink rose along a wrought iron fence in the front gardens...

and strange, gnarled trees spread across the waterfront parks...

with a view of the bay...

and the Atlantic Ocean...

love is a many freckled thing

 Like an epiphany of unexpected grace,

I find much beauty in a lovely, freckled face.

She may be Russian, she may be French,

she may live in a glen, or near a stone bench.

A work of art the master defines,

she may be a princess in one of our minds-

For I am not ashamed, I’ll freely admit,

I’d rather look at freckles, than freely submit

to a life with no spots, to a life with no form,

or no interesting patch of freckled decorum.

so far I will travel, so far will I roam

and hunt for the elusive, even far from my home,

But one day I’ll find her, and one day she’ll find me

the spotted, lovely lass for our home by the sea.

So if you don’t mind, friend, if you don’t care,

I’ll hang out my shingle, for one who looks fair.