All this catastrophic madness,
So much pernicious vanity,
Burning tears accompanied by flooding sadness,
Egomaniacs full of virulent insanity.

Questing for riches, gold and silver, never chivalrous,
Desert winds tearing at the heart of the bastard thing,
Prospecting deep, relentless into untamed wilderness,
Crossing lines that should ne'er be crossed in all that questing.

Spiritual cognition has been twisted and marred,
Searching for flawed Eldorado, madmen transfixed by an imaginary game,
Truthful goodness tossed aside, disregarded like a broken pottery shard,
Greed and selfish evil destroying Eden's perfect world, that's the real shame.

There's a fly in the soup, but nobody seems to notice,
Bluebottle's fragile wings fluttering sadly, panicking in that roiling mix,
Fly wishing he might rise out of that unholy mess, buzz to some fragrant lotus,
Stirring that gruesome stew, hungry patrons overlook those bluebottle tricks.

Old man winter came banging, banging,
On my bramble hovel door,
A wrath of icy pellets came clanging, clanging,
Demanding more and more.

Confusion chattered, midst that insane clatter,
Chaos greedily crescendos with  an abysmal roar,
Payment was demanded, due to that gluttonous matter,
Yet goodness slipped unseen, out a secret hidden door.

April rang, Jupiter swished past an innocent moon,
Watching sunrise painting rainbows, o'er a distant beach,
Exuding brilliant odes and themes, humming a planetary tune,
Glory found reprieve! Each fresh wave caressed that fragrant peach.

Come April, Venus spoke in turn, steeping in a veil of vagrant hot,
Dear father sun murmured in dulcet tones, "the world has gone to pot",
"At least", Venus responded with jarring moans, "that's what my father thought",
"No doubt", she did agree with discordant groans, "that's far from what poor Pluto got".

For centuries, it's been, "keep off the grass",
Centuries of vicious plight and  wicked plunder,
Greed stood at the castle gate, shouting "Thou shalt not pass!",
"Keep off our grass! Stay in your lane, you shameful lot! Neither ask nor dare to wonder!"

Prime goodness once held so very dear, carried broken out to sea,
Exuding brilliance, righteousness forever stranded in some forlorn place,
Imprisoned, chained by warlord power, demanding such a treacherous fee,
Conjuring darkness, mercenaries crying "Chivalry!" in Compassion's weeping face.

From far across the Universe, I watched a million bison grazing resplendent grass,
Grandfather drummed and danced, sang a song of love as a buffalo sun was set,
Fractured fragments of what was lying sad and still, so it seems it's broken, alas, alas!
Like some shattered speech, splintered segments, even though goodness be spoken yet.

"I think it's broken" I whispered, watching daily life erupt,
Standing on a pacific edge, watching stars fall into the sulking sea,
Sharply splintered feelings, atmospheres cast away so careless and abrupt,
Just yesterday wondrous dreams invaded, pervading a star born me.

Manacled by those broken rays, still having survived so many broken days,
Bits of things tucked away, stuffed in a bag of promised dreams,
While oracles squat naked in distant leas, casting worn out bones, so magic stays,
Falling scattered in a broken way, landing fractured and disjointed, so it seems.

Ambitious echoes brought me here, led me to this broken place,
Midnight came and went, skipping o'er that pilfered moment as rigid time was bent,
Under a tattered blanket of broken sky I dreamed I saw your face, your lovely haloed face,
Suffering in this broken zone I screamed, dreamed of all those visions broken sent.

Once, when we weren't broken, when life wasn't shattered, when poetry was spoken,
Mercury flying by, dreaming far across that mystic sea of tossing ocean waves,
Envisioning tokens at the bottom of an empire chest, stolen treasures charred and broken,
I watched you ope your starry eyes, precious mem'ries buried deep in lost forgotten graves.

Now October dreams, sweeping broken summer into the newness of tomorrow,
I think of you so far across that cosmic sea, our broken love, broken you and me,
Forever broken now, pleading broken hopes, bleeding calamity and constant sorrow,
Still a rakish autumn wind atones, bewitching broken bits scattered round a sacred tree.

Flirtatious tides, seduced by resplendent autumn moons, both ebb and flow,
Such jealous gravity grips the endless sea, such magnificent yet sorrowful torrents,
Away, away! Upon a snowy summit Buddha dwells adorned with a sacred glow,
Blazing sun setting, pray human hearts be forged by goodness with a blessed sense.

So thus the world turns, men still search for gold and silver,
Love and goodness yet imprisoned in that tortured place,
Fitting legends flaunt their glory as all life shivers and quivers,
Under a broken sun, while proud Mars awakens with an angry face.

All this human madness, gleaning so much pernicious vanity,
Bearing tears, so many fears, accompanied by a flood of sorrow and sadness,
Compassion is burned at the stake on a barren coast where cruelty hosts insanity,
Neptune hides beneath the dying sea with mermaids, laughing in all his madness.