SAGE28 (ode to the not-so-famous)

prelude(moonlight and wishes)

as i sift through the ashes of my time-worn diary
with it's tattered, yellowed pages and shit for a
memory-and as the candles begin to burn the floor-
i begin to reflect on my forgotten graces.
of moonlight and wishes, this is my ode to
the not-so-famous...

i've no great works to secure my place in the anals
of history. no Edison here to light the way for a
brighter tomarrow. no DaVinci to sculpt figures of
beauty or design thought provoking marvels of science
fiction to become fact. no Socrates to ponder,
idealize or philosophize everything for humanity.
legacies in miniature-head of a pin, not a bullet.

how many street-wise musicians with unkempt hair or
soiled ruff plied ballads of absolute beauty to an
un-caring, un-wanting, un-loving or un-deserving audience
whilst Beethoven composed unimaginable symphonies and
minuets...unbound notes echoing throughout cathedral spires,
scores of notes lost to obscurity, strewn like so many
fallen leaves in an autumn breeze?

old men gathered 'round a trashbarrel bonfire, telling
tall tales, spinning yarns of fantastic heroism, epic
odyssees of legendary triumphs-each one more outlandish
yet completely believable than the saga spoke before it.
what a frightening mixture of human fraility and dogged
perserverance tossed together so freely in the souls of man. keepers of the human experience, the glue in humanity's cracks, keeping us all together, the stitch in
the fabric of this tapestry that slowly unfolds-day in
and day out...without fail-until the end of this life.
never underestimate the awesome and unparalled power and
supermegaomnipresence of the not-so-famous...