My Meandering Thoughts

My magnum opus
Proves I'm octopous.

Yep, I made that up; it's a word I coined.

My cephalopod

Instincts are so mod,

Which might explain why I've recently joined

The Mean Mod Mystic Mollusks of Miami.

Hey, put that in a song; it's worth a Grammy!

My friend Fernando's

No Marlon Brando,

But he's wild and he's into the Method.

He'll never whisper;

He's a loud lisper.

But he says, "I don't care, man; I'm bleth-ed."

He's really into yacht rock; he's so retro.

His favorite Beverly Hillbilly's Jethro!

My favorite Monkee's

A drummer funky.

He took the last train to Clarksville—Micky!

My old victrola

Plays "Rum and Cola."

It's an Andrews Sisters rhyme; it's tricky.

Life is short, so play your forty-fives and dance;

Make it an adventure, not a game of chance!

© 2024 David Acosta

Blissful, Boundless Light

Inspired by my recollections of the children's television series Big Blue Marble, which I enjoyed as a child in the 70s. . .

Moon, caress my face
And light this dark vale somehow.
Moon, reveal a place
Beyond this cold and foggy now.

Moon, smile if you can smile;

Keep me company as I journey on.

Moon, go the extra mile;

Light my way till I reach that final dawn...

And on that day I'll gaze upon

The wonderful golden Sun

Who will drive away our troubles,

Lift the veil of sadness,

And flood this big blue marble

With peace, love, and gladness.

Daystar, magnificently bright,

Bathe us in blissful, boundless light.

Stars, what do you know

That I have yet to understand?

Stars, does my love hold

My weary soul in his hand?

Stars, smile if you can smile;

Keep me company as I journey on.

Stars, go the extra mile;

Light my way till I reach that final dawn...

And on that day I'll gaze upon

The wonderful golden Sun

Who will drive away our troubles,

Lift the veil of sadness,

And flood this big blue marble

With peace, love, and gladness.

Daystar, magnificently bright,

Bathe us in blissful, boundless light.

Light, brighter than the brightest star,

Sweeter than our splendid honeyed Moon,

Though our hearts have wandered far,

Fill us with a hopeful, happy tune,

And tell us it's true

That you are making all things new.

Help me see...Help me believe...

And I know someday I'll gaze upon

The wonderful golden Sun

Who will drive away our troubles,

Lift the veil of sadness,

And flood this big blue marble

With peace, love, and gladness.

Daystar, magnificently bright,

Bathe us in blissful, boundless light.

© 2024 David Acosta

Spin into Reality

When the fascination fades
And the fantasy has played itself out,

Will you spin into reality?

When the wild adventure ends

And you're looking for an exit route,

Will you spin into reality?

"I know what I'm doing," 

You say,

"And I know where I'm going

Today."

But when the bright lights dim,

Will you cling to a wild whim,

A new thrill, a much higher high?

Bright star, will you fall from the sky?

When the fascination fades
And the fantasy has played itself out,

Will you spin into reality?

When the wild adventure ends

And you're looking for an exit route,

Will you spin into reality?

Ride the magic carpet

Tonight

Over those clouds of endless

Delight.

It's getting costlier,

But you've yet to realize

You have traded what you once were

For a new you you'll someday despise.

Why are you stubbornly

Chasing an illusive phantom-friend everywhere?

You're wandering aimlessly,

Drifting into a seemingly sweet deadly snare.

[instrumental interlude]

When the fascination fades
And the fantasy has played itself out,

Will you spin into reality?

When the wild adventure ends

And you're looking for an exit route,

Will you spin into reality?

Spin, spin, spin...back to life.

© 2024 David Acosta