So play these words as would upon a string,
Soul flows in words’ river and musics’ spring.
That the music may tell and the word play,
Let muse and mind pour out their wat’ry way.

Come in and pour yourself a glass! It’s time for some broken thoughts and disjecta membra of that wizard, Zoilos the Creak.

1. Let us drink the midday sherry!
2. Since by death came man, by nothing comes eternity.
3. Our species is its best when supping rich culture.
4. Time has given air to the Fire of Truth, but it’s man’s belief that feeds it.
5. It comes on, sometimes by a torrent, other times drifting. Caged shadows mock, and time, a watchman, demands payment. Still, a man armed with the fake carbine of irony will do all right. 
6. Rabbit! Bouncy forth on springy puff-paws. Trippy trickle warren-most, for I hear squirrel has brewed a song and some capo-coffee-gurgle-milks. Go, imbibify caffy drinkles by the gizzy cup. Joyfulness!
7. Moshpit periwig, great coat and large lord, scion to rulers long ruled, commander of many, answerable to few, but speak of this: without civilsation, are you not the devil?
8. These limpid waters of tragedy did purify. Alas, Dionysus has dried them up with his bumbling nonsense. 
9. Man: Muse, no more ancient songs. Sing of the future.
   Muse: You want to know what is to come?
   Man: Yes.
   Muse: Then stop interrupting my ancient songs.
10. Lazy Aegean winds lap at the olive. Blue heat. Orange land. Bouzouki tickling the ear. Quiet joy as the lamb broils, long love as the day sleeps.
11. True, the western wind blew you higher, king. But don’t think it won’t blow you away.
12. The linden tree appeared to me like a grandmother – branches quivering, trunk swaying, yet meantime, deeply rooted.
13. Farewell. We drifted together like clouds, and so we part.
14. There was something in her verse, which is now in my veins.
15. The fire crackles, the hearth is aflame, but I feel no warmth, for you are not here.
16. Our meeting was a wave crashing, our parting its ebb. Once! only once? But that once, and for such a once I would crash a million times and turn the rock to shifting sand. Oh God, let me have that once again. Let me hope to find that once. Let me believe she would make it, twice.
17. Winds lacerating, dust rising, windows shattering, streets dark. A crow caws at emptiness. A flash – it’s coming. The empty wooden town waits, only an old man peers. He’s never seen such omens. The drum behind his ear pounds of death, of ruin, of total erasure.
18. Beauteous morn, rising in majesty, may you grace us, shine with nature’s wisdom, and bring man a little more truth. Shine a little hope on the despairing, and may the lonely be touched with a moment of consolation. In your beginning we trust, but the rest is up to us.
19. Jumpy horse, fiddly viol – dance. Twinkle hoof and squiggle notes with the sparkle fire. All night we laugh, we play, we joy. We love you.
20. My dearest friend. We have laughed, cried and journeyed together many and many a time. Now your hour has come. Do not weep that you leave me, or for things undone. Part with the greatest possession: the beauty of friendship.
21. Fat man, laughing upon high jollies, barrell we through your jelly of joy? Oh heavens you of ribald rolls, tickling torsos, lardy laughs, frabjous funnies, choggle out another crack caper to raise out spirits. What a fire of mirth you are!
22. The day is done. Bring in the horses as the birds come to roost. Under purpling clouds, lay aside your plough. Count the sheep and light the evening fire. Ales stand ready, and murmuring society awaits your twinkling tale.
23. Graffiti the marble!
24. To your beaming cuddle, I fly. The sun is bright, your heart warmer. Only us and the great world. I close my eyes and all is light.
25. My foot trickles down the moon’s silver sprayed wooded hill. I rush past black ivy and highlit fern. I am chasing a pure moment…knowing I will never catch it.
26. If the invention isn’t possible, he thought, then its possibility must first be invented.
27. If lies win, we are all diminished. If truth wins, we are all ennobled.
28. You have returned. Well, let it all be bygone. Your boy died, went out in the winter. We’ve had fortune’s full with the crop. I’ve oft dreamt your homecoming would bring here some far off happiness. But you’ve brought nothing. Did you find your truth? … Well, I didn’t think so.
29. O rising sun! By these Symplegades I bow to you. Let the hero of my heart pass these rocks. Do this, and for my days I will light your temple and say you are the source of all.
30. Anne Boleyn’s ruby, cut for a king, was given me under an elm. For love of me, did he give it. A dangerous love. High treason.
31. Lonely flautist in a branch, only the pale twilight is food to your eyes. Yet I know you see a blazing truth.
32. Why this sadness?
33. Time for sleep now, my darling. How quickly the day has slipped by. How you laughed! How you played! How so ever many questions you asked! What discoveries you made! Now your drowsy eyes droop. Dream sweetly of today’s adventures, for you will soon awaken for tomorrow’s.
34. Imperial Edict: the sun must rise to trumpets, choir, colour, majesty and high glory. Any clouds interfering shall suffer universal indignation.
35. Old wanderer, silhouette in sunset, I will not ask whence, whither and why. Only, what have you discovered? So that when you leave, alone and without farewell, we shall be a little richer.
36. Unceasing motion: cosmos, what are you?
37. Light and dark: creation, how was your circle made?
38. Baffling and baffled: man, who are you?
39. Rotund regent, son of a mad king, this music is for you, damn your eyes.
40. Love may be forgetting yourself, and falling into the wonder of another.
41. The sunlight’s in your eyes, my sweet. So like a child, I drink in your sparkling glee.
42. Farewell, farewell you clear waters, twinking quiet on earth. Nevermore your calm eloquence. They are taking me to man’s ugly basement, blood must I shed to his desire. Farewell lulling sunset. And yet. And still. There is no pain that can make the honest man forget what is good.
43. At a canter, hero and horse proudly approach. Neither flinches at the trumpet welcome. He of long labours has slain the monster, thus the town remembers freedom.
44. The shaman entered the cave frothing at the mouth. Soon he emerged berobed in a toga, a king declaiming Plato. Man of a thousand faces and a million parts, all we ask is that you tell us your name.
45. Let us go to the eastern fair. Gypsy drum and froppling fusty pons. On the way, gurgling crucifixiae dot, yet hinder not those minstrels. We all shall prosper at the market.
46. Piping parson, how do you do? Fropple forth the multi gigglywatts as the sun’s rayful cuddle-arms round the melanchole. Smiley parson, go toggle out homespun to rejoicy the heartthrobs of peace on earthern all. Frabjous spring pipey joy to you. Good day.
47. Call forth the noble in those around you. So doing, discover your own honour. This is celebrated in song. Why? Because beauty attends.
48. The brain is full of hidden savings. Go find them!
49. Zippy bee. Spring. Lithesome meadow frolick, flowers underfoot and giggles on the wing. Either it is love or beauty. But oh, why not both?
50. Facts are indeed from thoughts. But Truth, Sirs, is surely something more felt than thought of.
51. A turn, and suddenly you feel as if your world has been un-mooned.
52. Old Florentine, let us look to the stars. Grace from them guide your art. Dawn applauds the source of all.
53. An ancient procession comes. Drums, cymbals and choir. Men of moment and knights and ladies of sober brow wend with a heavy burden. We are simple folk and will not hinder your load of universal greatness.
54. Jester! Shake your bells! Give us something to roar at! We are full of dumps and need your light.
55. Lay you down, weary lamb. Your shepherd will keep a watch. Let the linnet and the purple sky be your lullaby.
56. I drift alone among stars that are like daisies on a lawn. I turn to the source of all, and angels sing of awe.
57. Pale orange tufts sitting in a sunset. Why do you stay? Is it to draw souls out heavenward?
58. What does our world need? Beauty.
59. Grey purple slanting ghosts, still above a stream of mute peach orange, sun set, dusty blue sky browning the rest. Tree is still. Spring. So quiet, world. What happened to your rage?
60. If you take beauty away, you kill the living sunrise.
61. Phoenix pink, sailing clouds, nebulae of earth, charcoal blue now, drape out this weary end of day. Let sleepy eyes drowse away sorrow.
62. In the language of clouds and skies, you rise a king. Beauty attend you.
63. Beauty cleans the soul. We shall be changed.
64. What are you? Nature. What do you stand for? The thing itself. What is the centre? Know yourself and all will be unfolded to you.
65. If God chooses to speak, he will do so in music.