Master Siddhartha Marr

The Moonlight and the Flowers

We sat together on wooden bench
Roundabout leaned encircling trees
I drank immortal stream to quench
With deeper thirst from deeper seas
My parching lips
On rocking lees!

Could we live our days in this garden
In our solitude and hand in hand
Wildly dancing on some poets’ pen
With no whisper of another land
To mark this
Garden grand?

Solo

I love the flutter of all you do
Your soft and supra normal powers
Please do not begrudge my loving you
Through the tender-petalled showers -
It was the moonlight
And the flowers!

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Copyright (c) Jeffrey S. Merk 2013

Pick your Flowers in the Cemetery

Remember when as little child
You gathered flowers in the wild?
What has been lost from by-gone days?
How did the light depart your gaze?

A rusty train rolls down the track
With little flags the union jack
Flies free, and in the crowded cars
They stare out through the metal bars

A war is raging in your mind
Will you be good, or feigned kind?
Look out upon this broken world
Where thoughts like trash in sharp wind whirled

You stand between two concrete towers
Looking for forgotten flowers
You saw the sign then closed your eyes
Believing all their dreadful lies:
Pick your flowers in the cemetery!

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Copyright Jeffrey Merk 2014

Sonnet for Candice No. 1

Did you see me gazing across the room
With admiration? Did you like my stare?
While the crowd rejoiced, did I presume
Too much, to think of betraying my care?
Did you hear the word my tongue couldn’t say -
Unborn in the womb of tomorrows dream?
Did we touch, virtue on virtue, that day?
Did I spy your Soul in your eye agleam?
Or did I live an hour in fantasy
And fly on magic wings insubstantial
To the skies high and blissful apogee?
Let it be so! Let my dreams substantial
Be! Let my languid eye declare your praise;
And wander with me through the dreamy days!

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By Jeffrey S. Merk

I’m a Fucking Zombie

Teach me the pledge of allegiance
Trade my freedom for your demons
I want to be just like my father
A walking suicide bomber

I’m a fucking Zombie
I’m a fucking Zombie
I’m a fucking Zombie
Leave me the fuck alone!

I want to be a movie star
And grow to go so high and far
Wandering through this horror-show
I paid my dues so now I know

I’m a fucking Zombie
I’m a fucking Zombie
I’m a fucking Zombie
Leave me the fuck alone!

Solo

You put me on your Clozapine
I stare out of the T.V. screen
Staggering through my empty head
You brought me up so now I’m dead

I’m a fucking Zombie
I’m a fucking Zombie
I’m a fucking Zombie
Leave me the fuck alone!

I’m a fucking Zombie
I’m a fucking Zombie
I’m a fucking Zombie
Leave me the fuck alone!

The walking dead cannot go home…

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Copyright Jeffrey Merk 2014

Fairy-fire

You were a child so long ago
You've walked so far through drifting snow
The winter winds are blowing cold
But I never want to see you old

Turn away from the cold light of day
Though all the world wants you to stay

Fly my love into the Fairy-fire
Back into the dreams of your desire
Fly my love into the Fairy-fire
Back into the dreams of your desire

I saw you falter at the door
You sat you down upon the floor
A tear dropped upon your cheek
And I knew you couldn't speak

Turn away from the cold light of day
Though all the world wants you to stay

Fly my love into the Fairy-fire
Back into the dreams of your desire
Fly my love into the Fairy-fire
Back into the dreams of your desire

Solo

The teachers want you old and wise
The lonely one who never cries
You’re mom and dad want you to grow
But in your secret heart you know

Turn away from the cold light of day
Though all the world wants you to stay

Fly my love into the Fairy-fire
Back into the dreams of your desire
Fly my love into the Fairy-fire
Back into the dreams of your desire

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Copyright Jeffrey Merk 2013

Broken Souls

Bb F
Immortal stars that kindly gaze
Eb Bb
On nighted earth with tender rays
C F
Witnessed when our fingers met
C Bb F
She sighed her secret sobriquet * * a familiar version of a name

In gardens where the moon presides
Over wedding feasts and brides
We wandered over scented path
And took our midnight hour pool-bath

We whispered on secluded bench
Exchanging glances not to quench
Bur rather provoke hunger more
That divine bread at heavens door

* * *

In shadow of my rose I stand
Whose wilted petals left my hand
I pushed too hard wrecking all
She disappeared down my hall

I pray forbear my owlish sight
That failed to see you through this night
Your forgiveness alone paroles
Our living death of broken souls!

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Copyright Jeffrey Merk 2014

Sung to the transposed tune of Leonard Cohen's, 'Joan of Arc'.