Member Contribution Two
. . .
"IN COUNSEL OF MORAL CONTEST"
January 19, 2004
Ainu, Captain of a Northern People
born: January 30, 1967
Starved Rock, LaSalle-Peru, Illinois 0614
DuPont, Chevalier, MacDonald-Collie, Meissen-Zaeske, Salo-Lake
"what was their thought
and what did they intend
when Accusation wrought
Determination for uncertain ends?
it wends upon the Air
and seeks it's purposed goal
more subtle than the fair
of butterfly shawls.
they'll be glad to know
when winds of folly bend
the fates of men to show
what gods for truth intend.
verging on the thought
it grips the Age
and rends the doubts
of every sophist sage.
listen close, it lurks
intending on the wrong
and hunts and slurps
for blood and dirge of song.
the Muse awakes
from slumber of want
and, snatching, rakes
the field of souls and doubt.
proof beckons to the worth
and yields its fruit
in folding on the sacred hearth
the hands of serving truth.
and who of the wise deny
when gods raise their head
and all the wrong of men descry
and crying, wake the dead?
more bold they are
these proud and strong
than Angels in the throng
or Supernova stars.
let them come
and all survey
or plunging, headlong
taste time and space, forlorn!
yet maintains the way
and some hold fast
in hope of promised day
and what shall last.
item of the waking care
that slumbered in the way
but did not shirk to bear
in quiet, all the gods would say.
living, seeing, owning all
embraced and embracing
it weeps and speaks and sings a song
others leave to weaklings.
weaklings I, and too forgot
in ways they formed of folly
or building up their lots
counted much, but destiny.
measure, weigh, estimate
mark out the Earth for owning
they seek and grasp, insatiate
of time and things beseeming.
so now, in figure of a Voice
which none may own or claim
comes the Face of Anointing
in Spirit worth and Fame!
care and want, care and want
familiar in refrain
but song of loss to taunt
faith with doubt, obscene.
better care, who cares best
for living on the field
when contest worsted the best
of confidence, false conceived?
care of care, the source of tears
more studded than is told
of fame and fortune heard
'among men and hordes of gold.
weep and wail
rend the scalp
and fling the dust in air...
faith shall not pale
nor daughters yelp
in loss or rape, the worthless dared.
but peace among the merciful
as light among the blind
proves virtue, invincible
and cloaks with strength the noble mind.
thus, trial to trial the lover lends
a way from out the maze
in link of thread that ever bends
to friendship, none dismayed
I'm just as pleased to Hunt as I am to release the Doe and Hart...so you can be sure, I am not disappointed in the disapproval of others. As for me, I've decided not to let them Go from out the sight of my Arrows, and train my judgements upon the Moment well disposed to catch them fleeing.
I'm sorry that my poetic distraction proved too much a point of failing value for some...it was not my intent to frustrate. But, I am more patient than you may have guessed to abide what I know of Trial and Temptation. You may have known as much, in that I believe I estimated your Counsel well, not depriving them, or you, anything of what I know of the Heart.
I know, in Fact, many ways to perform the same Thing which others value for Understanding or Revelation or Healing, though it would not surprise if the Counsel you mention could argue otherwise. Again, it does not matter to me much nor thwart what I intend of my own Will and disposition, no apologize or justifications offered.
Perhaps some would be surprised how well I except Judgement and Accusation. In truth, I know that such binds another to me, for which cause, in part, I offer the opportunity for them to perform as much, which you yourself have not failed to own. This may, or may not, be a piece of good fortune or emblem of perfecting esotericism; but here again, it matters to me little.
However, here is something which I remember and will not let slip from my attention:
"However there is at least one entity which you house that is adversarial to our productivity, thus will not be allowed participation."
I must say, because it inspires this note, that this is a bold piece of Assertion. Whether YOU allow or not is quite besides the point, as I make no claim upon your favored Company or Counsel. But what I do lay claim to neither you nor another can thwart me in, and such is Mankind. Perhaps it would have meant something to the Counsel had they considered this before pressing me into confirming what I already know is the stuff of Discernment as regards the just dispositions of men. As I have received from them as much Judgement I am better inclined to pass onto others, my fellows, flock of caverned abusers: shadow men.
Having considered November well since last we spoke, I've been persuaded that it's too much a shame to waste what implements I have spent so long perfecting just to set them aside into the Vaults of my own Treasures, unused. Rather, for splendour of wonder I think they may better serve in Memory of Wrong and fitting Salutes to the Tears of Family too long crying for Remedy. I hope you don't misunderstand this as more than a mere choice, having reflected upon the State of the Whole affair. I am not so much determined that I cannot turn again to simpler ways and more graceful expectations, but I am satisfied that this Orientation is Just and Appropriate, such that I only think you deserve to witness the gathering, Moral Tumult. Serve as you may, and them your Counsel be satisfied in what may be performed for while yet is disposed...I wish well, truly."
Ainu
PART II
THE VOYAGE OF ICE, WATER, AND AIR
JANUARY 26, 2004
I'm gonna rend a little slip in the Veil tonight
upper North West sky, behind my Pyramids
look for it by 4am
it glimmers till then, and sways to the Solar Winds...
a guess
how to start
the Turbines
and keep running
all the while
pure, clean water
as a 'fuel'
and making
not so much
as a single
bubble of air
nor separate
H from O
nor oiled to spill
save Emerald squeezed
from Photo Synthe
of Heat and Pressure
no expiration though
but Tears of Life
born in form
like unto carbon
steady formed
in web of lending
each on each
a joined whole...
Epiphany
I had a wife once
when I was younger
and knew her
at first sight...
it was quiet
comfortable in family whispers'
coffee, grandmas loved
and would not forget
I embraced
like a worm
into the apple rind
crying and scraping
don't leave me!
and they wrenched
us apart with tears
and awful wonder...
then grandma gave dad
a Morgan Silver Dollar
where in Trade
of 1800's
quested East
into the Rising Son
their Golden Child!
(and I remember that Night
their Santa Clause
who showed me not his Eyes
but hid behind them
jolly at my Fright
as he Laughed
my Mother’s cooing
leave the Child alone
he does not like this hiding
nor the clacking
of your crew
though comforted here
pleading
in our arms…
go thee away
while in the former
how leave him here
to his mother’s son
our daughter, his own?
handing over instead
the Silver Token.
O
Ainu
I am awake
but I thing, somehow
still sleeping...
grab my hand
and shake
the links
of seeming...
twist and turn
the knotted screw
in sight of reaming...
learn to burn
the rotten dews
in flight of reeling...
acorn nuts
tortoise shells
heavy lots
poppy bells
broken lime
red-grass leaves
sweet-grass weaves
keeping time
in the breeze ...
sweet clay traded
river dells
winds abated
forests tell
push the sunrise
garner well
flit the sky
all doubt repel
destined time
for you
grit and grime
polished true
yesterday, for a moment
man, then of age
the growing portent
of a Natural Sage...
loose the self
in a morning star
tweak and pelf
the hem of your beloved...
blink of an eye
sun gets high
verge the sky
to all bestowed...
sailors row
unflinching why
as honor raised
upon the pyre...
winds and rain
and tempests blasts
cannot bewail the sparrow
when all of pain
wrested from the grasp
of praise besets tomorrow!
still building my shipyards
feeling soooo sneaky
not like a thief
but cat
prowling the shadow...
chimpanzee sneeze
too brief
enjoy the spat
howling to the hollow
fish and chips
with a postcard
in ease
to the backyards...
table and urn
water and wine
all is learned
tressed to a T
no mere postcard
addressed to see
but the backyard
praise and glee
where the garden
in the rising
hopes to be
and the warden
fit for tying
prays to leave...
I got my lover
in the motion
dedication, devotion
turning night to day
the Walk
the Waltz in Stride
Front Feet
it's hard to lose
but Heartache
is best to prove
and here comes Johnny
singing-
he's got the action
the motion, devotion
turning night into day
singing of trouble
and strife...
then do the Waltz on bye.
Horizon bells
don't they want to see?
Like Moses
parting the Sea
is the Holy
taking Power over me...
don't they want to go
to the refuge
of the soul
sometimes to show
how to breathe
golden whole
and sacred reverie...
baking now
waiting for truth
the bells
total honesty
no difference
all is seen
all tells
amazing days
along
it's evolution...
so to prayer, a wish
shelter from the night
warmth for my feet
in the breakdown
of the fight
following me.
can you see the Moment
when I call
something to rely on
feeling inside
what went wrong
not proud
to be right
like an island
all alone
not too strong
no less of truth
but tears
down the cheek
to love me long
be there for you
as for me
when all alone
I know how it feels...
world on our shoulders
not to be proud
more right than we need be
or be strong
or bold to see
they can trust thee
when they know
the truth
is gonna hurt them
not just standing there
to say nice things
nor to push down
but you will
take them
Granted
and All Will
bowl them over
with Love
and Astral Babies
...
my Horses are neighing
and my barns are full...
the Owls are praying
and mice lull
all together
forever
the beat of
just hold on
sweet midnight folding
music inside you
be there too
dreams coming true
feels so good
crying
me and you
spread these wings
flying
show the feeling
spend the reeling
river enfolds
life is told
turns to music
all we ever lose ...
hide the Jesuit
making is spruced
let them know
what the night can do
and be happy
to let it brew...
they don't know
breakfasts served
let them know
what the night can do.
Anchors on the shoulder
ropes upon the chin
no one
no one
ever is to blame...
build the mansion
but don't live in it...
fastest runner
but don't win
if you want her
and she wants you
walk over the world
no one
no one
ever is to blame...
see the Southern
but can't reach it
last piece of Puzzle
stubborn Lines to fit
still feeling the pain
but ask the Clouds
and loss runs down the drain
as no one
no one
ever is to blame.
where you going, there
why do you want to?
she said-
there's the one
I love the most
and stars
are not far behind...
I didn't care
but run my hands
through her dark hair
and prayed god
let her help me
fly away
when tears
fall down like rain
and us sin
if it eases our pain
to go
and walk out on day
to let it be...
wake up
not more alone
say
be back someday
look up, sigh
delay
and sun tomorrow praise...
I tried to leave
cried so much
could not believe
she was the same
when I fell in love
so long ago
when she held my hand
and let me cry
tears falling
like rain
for it eased my pain
to let her go
and be free...
I let her cry
as her tears
fell down like rain...
I let her sing
for it eased her pain
to let me go
and be free...
calm to the caravan
matter for you
trimming the Horizon's line
treading the simple truth...
guess the circle
while I'm waiting
for my fuse to dry.
sometimes they beg
sometimes, much more
though I'm bigger
than my body
gives me credit for
skinning the seal
or trimming lamps
never a clock to turn...
some day
to fly
to soar
some day...
they'll faint
sometimes, much more
for I'm bigger
than my body
gives me credit for
bigger than my folly
though seeming more...
Ages tangle in the Power Lines
over in a circus style
down in the frame...
ok, if that's what it takes
to remember my Name
waiting for my fuse to dry...
someday I think
someday, much more
for I'm bigger than my body.
now Cruising speed...
have you felt the wind
blowing on the Main
and faced to win
heroic deed upon the spray?
there it goes
moving across the water...
there he goes
turning the world around...
it's the last part of the deal
lay the heart on the line
breath when we breath
listen to the breeze
color me
show me the signs
this time...
who else will bring
the golden arrow
diamonds and reign?
there he goes
moving across the water
there it blows
turning the whole world around...
feeling what I feel
seen what I see
cop the mystery
meet you
by the Witness Tree...
leave the World behind
crawl where you crawl
get to you
if I have to bawl
announcing the sublime
my cry-
who else is gonna bring you
diamonds and rain?
then blows
moving across the water
it is gold
turned my whole life around
an answer
through the long
and painful fight
too caught up
with pain
for many words
to offer
trying
but sunk so low
missing
though better
none should know ...
turn of soul
heart of old
but I'm young
can shift the Course
the past undone
but reveals
the lonely light of morning
the wounded hope
that groans to heal
falling
sunk so low
missing...
better none should know-
is torn the soul.
they meant to take my hand
when nowhere left to lure
lost my friends
turned, embarrassed
one slip, misstep
before you know it
it seems too daring
no way to be redeemed
though I've missed them
better they should own
to come near here
and kiss the soul...
you there
with the sad eyes
beware, and bear
the raging skies
and confound it...
true colors
are beautiful
like a rainbow
shows a smile
making happy then...
remember when
last time we laughed-
take what you can mend
then call me up ...
I'll be there
my true colors
shining through
not afraid
to let them show
true colors
beautiful
Water and Ice Bridge
like a rainbow...
when I last saw you laugh
the world went crazy
and I took the half
kissed mercy
our true colors
shining through
not afraid
to let them show
true colors
beautiful
like a rainbow.
there's no one plan
no one stands
but needs to be free.
All aboaaaaaard!
Our Ships have come In
I sent a message
over a week ago
and posted two of the 5 groups on Ainu
Luther's Anna Verse Airy...
hope you don't mind
but I showed him your Mural
of the Dragon Hero
now it's your turn
go find him
bring him back
or us to him
(Speaking of Joffre’s Friends in Brittany or Parisian Studios)
Master Masons
Geometric Princess's
Golden Child
Fairy Queen
Orbs of Light, All
Duke of Meissen
Knights of the Emerald Order
Elk Lodge Foundries
LO!
Madame Chevalier, duPonts
Cousins of the Orange
In full array
and Mary
Queen of Scots
Pouring from Open Goblets
Crystal Raised
Georgian and Elizabethan Sovereigns
Victory Praised
Hammer wrought
Generosity Sang
and all the Lands
by Sea Embraced!
here is the Generosity of U
that I ever wish
and dream upon
in fondest expectation
dreaming still
and dropping tears
in fame of fortunate friends
more wealthy than mere gold
but lathered in the Milk of Embracing
ever embraced
beautiful Script
fully alive
Banker's Hands
or Writer's Bands
in Trumpet of Word
and Vision of Heart
a Lover's Paradise
and Demon's Hell
more Sound to Tell
like ringing a Bronzed Bell
Liberty
not too Broken
still ringing True
and ever yet espied
for Venture and Contest
and Song of Heroic Worth
to move Us
every Time.
I wrote up once
Incorporation Papers
had posted at Goals of Awareness Editorials
which I got rid of a few months
after I posted it all
which took about six months to perform
just from the get go
...fun though
took it down
too grandiose for the Mob.
ha!
that's what I said
when I cracked Lead
into the Brain of gods-
ATU MIENSKE!
running through the Woods
to catch the falling Sun
that last Night in November
when I strung
my Pyramids
and said beforehand
to the Groups:
Such comes
but do not ask
to see
my dark Pyramid...
Shipboard Passage
for September 10
in London
after which
we go live
where we belong
and no more wander
in shoe closets
or bathroom stalls
or trickling streams
around the barn
in hope of all we are
and what believing means…
all we dream
falls on me
the beautiful sky
and light you bring
or songs we sing
wends upon the lees...
Spooky spends almost every waking minute
when my Sister is not around
just sitting or laying or licking, near me
statuesque and dignified
patient and yearning
comfortable and snoozing
friends for petting
rugs for rolling
hands for caressing
lips for whispering
ears for hearing
skin for breathing
blood for pumping
sighs for loving
tears for everything
and love, in-between...
Sail on, O Gleam of Faith
and Venture yet the Seas
in Quest of All, admired
of ancient Rocks
and lush rosary!
now the Sailor's Voice
and Wind Born Wishing...
took my Gorilla Sentry down today
felt it best
to move his Bronze
and splay out the Copper
at the Doorsill
of the Inner Court...
I keep my Head to the Wall
and Face
Opposite Inner Sanctum
where my Work Bench is
and my Hands
here I am
in Concordance
sow the brickyards
driest in gold Vale
gray Waist on Limbs
and red Cap
wresting from the Day
in Company of Air
and Light embracing
pleasant Moments
moving still
by dint of secret touches
bending the watery hills
in wish of Ministry
for where it lends
and how Sound
even in Thought
Resonate courses
Depth Perception
there...
I cleaned the One Chalice
poured out the Treasure
of Venus
took the Other
poured out the Hope
of Nations
now sort the latter
or, better yet
let them shipboard swabs
suck up the loot
and dare not loose
between the Onyx deckboards
a single trinket...
HERE is the Sign
in Hold of Some
which they call All
shall Appear
a Frozen One
among the Tepid
and on it's Icy Steel
build up the Mountains' Visage
winding the Wind to Heighten
and dressing the Field
with Laughter
Calm as Dawn
Drop Icy Dew upon the World...
and this is the Confession
of Experience
face to Face
Our Echo
that they may better Gleam
when I send them back
in Toast of Olympic Virtue
where yesterday they set
too proud of worth
than to suffer
Dust of Time
which now I clean
with Water and Fire
waving or flying on the mean
and every number leaned
to smug and dried out husks
of seedlings
and snake skin molting
blessing as the Hull
for strength and believing.
a Scottish, Music Friend
who just finished her second Album
is interested
in our Studio...
maybe wants to see closer
what we are doing
and how she may
lend her Musical Script
to our Venture....
what do you think?
(See celt voice link)
my honored Crystal Goblets
in sight of Venus
stand the furthest corner on the North
away from the Central Plaza
of the Inner Court
almost directly facing, but for the Walls
the Holly Wreath and Lumination Stone
my Family Hung
upon the Lintel
of the Inner Sanctum
where I most prefer to sleep
on my Couch.
HAHA
not full already?!
now that's a problem
all should have
"Oh, enough with the kisses
all ready
haha...have you lost your mind?"
Now all is set in Order
Copper Queen
and she sits pretty
ear-ringed blessings
of a Brutal Contest
she left aside
when Wisdom spoke
and did not allow
Beauty chide or chided be...
I have my playwright Works too
which I haven't shared
with BeingQuest
or U
my Stonegyre...
gonna investigate
and wonder
what Visions
we may Inspire
all of us
in
Sculpture
Paint
Word
Music
maybe even
Campus
some Day
when Quest Academy
is fit
seeking men
with aneurisko
Yahoo!
you're off to bed
with wafts of gentleness
on your cheek
and warm blankets
on your brow
moist massages
for the lips
and ear coils
watered and warm-oiled...
now may you see
the Rainbow Bridge
for what it is
and not some Figment
which most learn late
or not at all...
a Sea Born Defense
of Proud Heritage
and Dauntless Will
which love and grace
is friendship, your way
though understanding
falters
like Horse in bridle
how to best, always perform
that which you know.
(Jan. 24, 2004 1730)
I charge you with something
which may you perfect
and none avoid
of Accusation...
but
I charge you-
let no one
pretend the Hearth
against me
nor mock
the sacred Voyage
for I keep Naiads
and Neptune himself...
let them think
well before
they believe Fire may quench
the Deep of Water
or expire, by heat of Memory's insistence
what Rocks
and Waves
and Air
knows of Tribulation...
I see Mountain Side
and Vineyard Fields
I see Cliff Hanging Vine
and Templed Stone
I see Sunrise
and Moon Ice, older than old...
what do you see
Jack Flash sat on a candle stick?
as Fire is the only thing
Satan understands
singing
This will be the day
that I die
and sang the blues
for food
but we all said
the music won't play...
children screamed
lovers cried
poets dreamed...
then the Holy Ghost
caught the Air
for the Coast
the day
the darkness lied...
it is Present
by too many, unseen
a lift and resonance
of one, the wealthy gleaned
Lords and Ladies...
do U know what I Mean?
they stood there, silent sentinels
hardly noticed
I held back my tears
And said-
I found another Place
just left me
had nothing to say
dandies, yes indeed
but now they are free
ya know what I Mean?
been days
since I know when
but I spotted her
with my Friend
yesterday, learned
how to say-
do you know
what I Mean?
Lovely Child
then I scent
upon the baking wind
bread
and milk
molded like a bed
and tinkling wines
from cellars lofted
in praise of Venture
the living heart whispered
and set to drifting
more life, evermore composed
the perfect Form
golden Shields
of Wheat Grass ramblings
or Basket Trembling...
noble Tears
neither wait nor wonder
how I may expire
upon your grand worth
but think, beforehand
to check my tongue
and display
only thought
in fixed enterprise
of smashing waves
and Rocks of surety...
but future dreams
that' the key.
All is well
just drawing up
the Line
or is it Lion?
tamed
is the Black Empress
at my Feet
or in my arms
lovers breathe...
perhaps I'll awake
a muchroom Field for you
and you may dance
patient around the Force
and kiss your sisters
as you have kissed me
with loving true
no bit dismayed, here
still working
not in terms of
what I may need
but freely
living.
kinda Uppity, eh?
55325 is my zipcode
0096 appended...
had Mercury Cruise Missals
at my left-hand
all Nuclear dells
Flourishing
like sheep in pasture...
but no more
and my Field is Raised
Shepherd of the States
Native Prince
Indiana's Chief
Hiawatha's Crown
Longfellow's Song
Great Lakes Ladies
Mountain Queen
Servant of the North
Captain of the Lee
Park Avenue, Electric
Quest Academy
Paradigm Printing
Goal's Books
Wisdom Films
Vision Gallery
Assembly Aviary
Water Work Aquariums
Aborigine Cultures Museum
let's start there...
my Gear Wheel of Steerage
mentioned
hooked to the One, Great Wheel
remember
my little Nut Cracker
Gyroscopic Eucaryote...
in the Aviary
we have
first or last
Cardinal Virtues
Jay Hawk Cawing
Gold Grosbeaks
Pintails
Loons
Rose Breasted Grosbeaks
Scarlet Tanagers
Robins
Thrushes
Finches
Warblers of every Stripe
Flickers
Pileated Peckers
150 foot Birch Trees
Turkey
Grouse on every Hill and Dale
Prairie Chickens
Roosters everywhere
Bandies Cocking
and in the Rivers
Trout of every stripe
doodling along
Otters
Osprey
Northern Lights
Moose
Caribou
Grizzly Mountains
Steep Carapace
Eagle Wings
Bilfrost Bridges
Pearly Steeps
Onyx Balustrades
Bronze Battlements
Lazuli Brocades
Silk Striven Halls
Little Boy Blue
Man in the Moon...
that's why
I need
my
Cutter
both for Ice
and Wood Rubble
in Flood of Oceanic Tides
Solar Winds
Cutter of Solar Ice
Moon Bent Frost
and more
Cutters
of every stripe
All Hulled
Steel or some
for Festival
hand hewn woods
Black Forests felling
Ruby Palisades
Staffs in Arms of Gold...
here is Reverence
either bowed in Prayer
or Admiring Humbly
from Dark to Light
Visible as the Dawn
Subtle as the Night
Substantial Thought
Old and Wise
Shrouded Honesty
In full View...
U Are the Main
the Wind
the Sea
the Ship
the Glee
the Hip and Joint
the Rope
Song and Dance
the Loke
the Brimming
the Joke
the Key
From Dark to Light...
remember
the Lips
remember
the Frown
the Tear
the Tree
the Rock
the Bow
the Field
the Contest
the Vision
the Word
the Bolts
the Doors
the Stalls
the Times
the Stars' Constellations
the Love
the Grace
the Truth
the Light
the Life
remember
Love
always
sets us down
in Peace
and Strength.
AND I GO TO THE SUN
BY WAY OF THE MOON
IT'S A RACE
TO PASS EACH OTHER BY
FOR EVER SAILING
YOU IN YOUR PHOENIX CHARIOT
ME UPON THE FOAM AND BLAST
HURRAH!
HERE COMES THE SON
AND I SAY
IT'S ALL RIGHT
LITTLE DARLIN
IT SEEMS HOURS
WE BEEN HERE
AND SHE SAID
ITS ALL RIGHT
FLYING, SINGING
SON SON SON
HERE HE COMES
SON SON SON
HERE HE COMES
LIKE SLOWLY MELTING
AT YOUR FEET
PERHAPS MAY BATHE THEM
SOME DAPHNE’S COVE
OR SPRING FROM CRYSTAL FOUNTAINS
WET LOVERS SPLASHING
CHEEKS OF TUNDRA
MOSS GROWN BANKS
AND BEARD OF JOLLY
HOLLY IN THE RANKS
BLUE ROSE RIMMED
RED ROSE DRAPED
HOLY WAITING
MARRIAGE DATE ...
SHHH
THEY ARE LAUGHING
A BIT TOO LOUD
BUT THAT'S OK
STAINED GLASS LETS DOWN
NICE WHITE TRESSING
AND SAILS CONFIRMING
BRAND NEW HULL
WAFTS THE MORNING
ONYX FLOOR BOARDS
GOLD INLAYED
FLEUR DE LEES
CHERRY COMPARTMENTS
SILVER FAUCETS
PEARLY SAUNA DRESSED
MOTHERLY OF STATE
OUR FAMILY.
Bring out the Choir
there, in One Place
nowhere
to start again
as Jack Fllash
sat on a Candle Stick
children screamed
poets dreamed
churchbells betoken
caught train for the hosts
singing
High Kind
but does not
pour down
swells like a Cloud
Witness to Overflowing
Seasons for Blooming...
UPP IT TEMETOO
where the wind-cool-clouds
fixed the landslide
reflection
made on the hills
and snow storms
raged the rills...
THIS IS CON TEXT
HAND IN HAND
END FROM THE BEGINNING
SELAH
HURRAH
SAABAOAHHHTTHHHS
ARTEMIS AND APOLLO
do I look like shutting down
I'm the whisper in the wind
already there
sunshine in your hair
shadow on the ground
I'm already there...
best he had adverted to the counsel of friends and Virtues
I just now spelt
the best cup of Mead
I ever made!
my twisted
collidescope
to the Outdoors
stark heart voyager
beats in time with yours
it is where we are
enough
for this wide eyed wonderer
that we got this far
...
I was laid to rest
in kings and vagabonds
who believe
the very best
is laid to rest
I keep my tea in my cream, these days
take it just a little bit
past letting another win
as I just breathe
everything is alright
as we just breathe
times are overated
when I think
how you feel
watch chances fade
how changes rage
but
everything is alright
patiently
breathe
whispered in the dark
hoping you're here with me...
do you hear me?
if I just breath
everything in space
between
is alright
trying for an hour
something in-between
Artemis turns
beacons your admiration
here
these are the heights
nobody know better
than them that drink it
I always use a piece of the Previous
to make the new brew, batch
as my breads
just woke
had to peel me
from bed
like a rind
from the fruit...
an hour late
and counting...
but Kali does not care
for anxious needs
or vulgar demands
gulping down the cabbage
of human souls' patch...
some call it Kali Yoga
I call it Yogi Bare
whose advise to me
was-
When you see a fork in the road
take it.
here is Kundalini fire
for Dissolution
dissolve et solvere...
but it's cold here
and lonely
so I pour my waters
and steam up the place...
puff on a candle stick
Jack Flash
8 miles high
and still falling...
excuse me
am I late again?
yeah, but it's been
a mad season
the Fortress of Water
is Ice
and the Tower of Fire
is Wind
where they kiss
the Wave is made
and the Wake entertained...
I linger in answer to the Call
not too anxious to clutter up the halls
with standerbyes, or dolittles
let them drift or waft
as they may
for the time being
I say...
I am not anxious
for the well fare.
I promise them
never
will they hurt anymore
I give my Word
my Heart
a battle of Worth
forever
has now begun
look in my Eyes
the feeling
won't go away
till life is through
or I embrace U
where will I go
without U in my life...?
I just wouldn't be living
at all
so I take you in my arms
where you belong
till the day
my life is through
this, I promise U
every Word I said is true
this I promise U
I promise U
gonna have a cup of Mead
before I leave
this morn...
wonder how the Sky is
whether the Constellations fly
to tomorrow
or on your knee
pray.
build the lives
others told you
own the love
you never left
own the things
your mother told you
when the sun
lights your room
coming down
the world turned over
and angels fall
without you there...
always some one there.
no time left
for losers
stand or fall...
coming down
the world turned over
and angels fall
without you there...
the walls turned colder
without you there
count down the halls
and the leaves
turn over
then I'll become
as you became
to me.
where they gonna hide
when it all comes down?
just got it
mobile hearing test
resonance reckoning
scored lowest
and highest
now they pay
my leisure's day
for lovely generosity
I couldn't hold the Mead
but gut busted my spew
under the garbage bin
smell up the place
with Nutmeg and
Honeyed Cream
Dreaming On
Event
she is Invited and Walks Free
as Distant as the Hoary Head
peering, as if upon the Heel
of prayer and reverent homage
none dismayed
but Set as maestros of the Woods
where whence I thundered
and rent down
the Veil
Sacred Hearth
Hera's Fire
Isis' Balm
there
among the Cloven Oak
no dry-rot wasting
or pups cry out
Anubis sniffs
but does not howl
then let flies
the Ruby Whips
while Dayspring Virtue
carries on the Quest
and heals the eclipsed sons
golden Rays, Sylvan lays
holy days, ya know
I just brew another batch
when that happens
but it's filling the Circle
and washing out of Titan Stalls
full round the gamut
and belching
from the very Roots
Gorgon raging fore
but soothed then
to Milk of Honey
poured with trembling hands
on Fires of Salt
lending some new Breath
it's space allowed
and brewed anew
to gentler ways
though to walk on fire
that's the thing
that's the Rock
for Calling
children musing
Prehistoric Trophies
and cave-bent CereTops
Inner Court ramblings
Kiss
I just got a Plug
on KSLD
Willmar, MN...Radio
for BeingQuest
WHAHOOOH
find a warm, hot globe
or make one from Bathroom Stalls
then let your Crown Ablaze
down the Middle
til lighting on your plunging tongue
drink up the Light for 3 minutes
will you mend some broken threads for me
on Mother's Fleur
new snatched
upon the heaping Pyre?
I'll send them
AVALON
TALASA-
i prefer putting efforts to your book first...i have lists of places that need work like that if i had the time
one of the sights hooked us to a basket full of needs in the arts...also where places want art in new buildings...
in my mind...I would like to take the ideas such as the golden child and dragon and find a new building which could house this or others like it...and your book could be wonderful with illustrations....
if I get too scattered....well
...focus and passion for the project ...the page you showed me today...he loves his subject and it shows....i have seen my work that is mechanical....and i have seen the ones with that "other"
rather would i paint /sculpt for the other than for wealth
the pics. i sent you came from direct experience...not from requests...although that is my job
kiss
think this when planning story line...the shape panels size conforms to the idea not the reverse was remember in something I saw at the airport..a very large mural extending across the wall separate panels one leading into the other....and as another thought ...they can be any shape there are ways to make an arch or even/also if on several large canvases that fit together like puzzle too unlimited manners of presentation...I could go on but I think you know what I am suggesting....there are no limits except our imaginationas i was painting today I thought...not that i need to be clear in everything i write but that one should (as you have said in the past) be careful of choosing words but this time it is nit the words but how the words are interpreted....
know that i was saying that it was appropriate that i fall and find...and that you witness without interpreting or changing ...letting me stumble over words and ideas...
btw...think about the flow of how we were speaking...we were already continuing the sentences....but the minute i was asked to think....a literal click happens...and the flow goes into learned response rather than intuitive response....
what made me think of it today was when i was painting....i lifted 4 or 5 colors squirted them mix and splash...2 brushes and waved gestures all over the wall...so happy...they found something to burst out of the wall ...a dark holy man eyes downward…as if in prayer or respect.....i step back and see for the first time ...after an hour of flow...and think...where did he come from?...who has the remote?
painting is a prayer....the deepest kind of prayer except perhaps poetry ....and also when i talk with you...but ask me to tell you all the words and how to spell them i enter the click happens
well the painting is going so well ...and it is so wonderful to see them enjoy it...they introduced me to a policeman from the county ...thinking of doing some sort of memorial for local police that died...asked for a card...it would be for the county court house...might be a sculpture too...i will probably come up with an idea for a presentation...either mural or sculpture...i'll wait till they contact me
in the night...awake
without the expectation of desire
his voice is mine and mine his
a means for silence
stillness...emptiness...surrender
all those things that was thought to prepare
...yet gravity prevails
and sends this solid subtle form
toward distant stars
of even graver solid form...
matter holds me here....a fact
i know this well
as well as life is certain
as well as dreams and visions
as well as all illusion
one only needs to turn...that's all
simple gesture sought by master mage and man
that fiercely gentle gesture that permits
the longing's greatest blessing...nothing
ahhh
first cup of coffee in the silence of morning
reflecting on our exchange....beautiful...
yes you are the dearest treasure
in dream i see
i can reflect a bit more
can't remember when I was that exhausted in a very long time
pushing self past boundaries on all sides
guess that is how to examine what limits to cross next
feeling very left brain today
perhaps because i have some of the every days to maintain before the day is through
and i am going to go paint for a few hours/want to finish this last supper painting by midweek
tomorrow I am going to crash...maybe stay in bed....maybe watch movies
maybe write ...paint....
or talk with you
i heard you singing in the night.....or maybe you were just humming along with old songs on the radio...:)
kiss
Before the sun rises to cast me back to the ways of daily habits’ before I loose the shards that melt like ice
The night reveals reflections on event s that cast me toward the moon by way of the sun
That crystal bubble from the foam of waves relentless in the stirring lifted both our words and heart and over every syllable poured both we and wiser still the spirit (for lack of a better name)there were the hands that pushed the letters on a simple board and spiraled to the air the gift of being song both harmony and single note defined in life’s expression of the all
But then the fall
Some words called me to think/to finish sentence on the brink of what was there beyond the veil
The fall I called
Help me
Did you see me fall to confusion
To hold clarity for a moment without effort
To fly the main without the self
The fall
Extream the contrast
Seeing placement of mind and the linear hold us in matter and
Me …the self
Wanting to hold an old comfort of understanding
Help me I cried
Knowing if you are truly kind
Truly friend
You let me fall
Within your watchful eye
Remind us all the grace to save our self
I fell to sleep to escape
But as always I knew the fall continues
Till I no longer hold the last vestiges of fear
At arms length
This was no north or south or east or west
But above and below
Seeing reflections of fearlessness for both the animal and the divine
If I were to tell you it would mean nothing
But clear
So clear
Upon waking I know the answer to my own question
"how do I love?"
I just do………..
I am going to send this before I wake too much…I have a sense of not sending if I reread the contrast last night was profound in sight
Perhaps you see otherwise but it will yet brew today
Tears that escape this morn have no name
They are not sadness or joy
Just bits of foam and shards from the crystal bubble.
AINU-
QUEST FOR BEING
the long awaited sequel to "Odyssey of Heart" under Poetic Works
by
Durandus von Meissen
11-17-03
It's better to linger upon humility
and all that force of life
than preach of worlds to come
or down the world with curses
which some cruel wench may wish
or other wizen mind may invent
tending their own vengeance
and, pending all upon their thought
which, just a thought
must expire, expiring themselves.
Rather, deeper aspiration speaks
more silent than the claims of most
yet more insistent
and more sure upon the heart
wandering yet, though not dismayed
is more interested than learning's quest-
a sense of life
which mothers know
and fathers wish
in hope of family.
Such fruit of hoping yet may prove
a great tomorrow
not of scholars, but born to unify
this sibling of heaven itself
though born of earth
still groans, forever true
though dropping ageless tears
a golden child
too much of sorrow
yet forborne in ways of loss
to catch, for all, the one in each and all.
God/s help us…
such pain let loose
the hope of a thousand generations!
Such is made the temple of Life
as living soul bows down to loss
yet not for loss
but joy in that the Heart is born...
an ancient, knowing sadness
more true to all than anyone can speak
still lingering upon a verge of vengeance
but tiding time and weeping, prays-
come, darlings...kiss my bloodied brow
and wipe clean the dregs of reeling;
drink up the Memory and strike down
all sense of shame...
alone allow what belongs between
the shared loss and agony
of Experience among all and pour down
the sacred rain of ageless tears!
Spontaneous and Free is-
a proving which must bend
b oth day and night upon the verge
c onfounding what was careless wrought
d rawn from the tyrant powers, too boasting made
e ndearing yet to sorrow, whose way no way upgirds
f omenting all, but struck upon the world its fate
g roaning still for the nether part
h eighing kindly to meet our own
i f but to drain the dregs of reeling
j ustly disposed to gulp down both sun and moon
k indred of gods in consummation, inward born
l ately shown for every outward estimation
m ore clearly known
n odding upon the whispered visitors'
o rienting magnets of life and quintessential worth
p erfected among the tearful and
q uick enervated by the salty dew, ever
r emembering what cannot be forgot while
s imply pleasing that which ever stands
t oo conscious among the templed
u niverse of thought
v ery life
w hose root upon the mountains
'x emplifies
why we must speak as such and
z ero in on what concerns us most.
So, life is too rich
than to settle upon honey
and ever dream peaches and cream
but sometimes convulses
in shock of conflict
worthily spent
for wreck of teetering idols
or, flaming upon perverse towers
with bridled rage of pure despite
lays waste the blatant folly
and drives home the wretched crews
to lick up the dust their idiocy
in dismay at Force inspires
which, sudden bearing
and more subtly spent
is gone again in willows' whispering…
wind-born kin of faultless knowing
who are no bit denied of sight
nor yet restrained
by temptations of the feathered beds
and elbow cushions of worthless privilege
of self-explained sophistication
empty men so cherish.
Still, hushed melodies soft intone the spheres
and wend the avenues of thought
unespied by phantoms the world admires
but subtly encompassing the times
imbues the scales of being
and tinctures in disguise
like a thief in the night
such dross the vulgar revel by
and, faithfully plucking on the chords
sends shivers on the veins
and secret thunder on the roots
waking sleepers' dream;
more gentle than Selene
betrothing honesty to sight
and brightness for the dark of night
her darling young
for true embrace
in quest of generation
and the goal that Aeons willed
for prospect
mining the soundless leagues
in brood of vision
a timeless Hope
and Calcined spirit-
Golden Child!
Eureka!!!
It is Prophesy
in simile of Event
which Mythos wrought
by Cipher
but which yet
are Knots too tied
and sealed in Book of Holy
whose worthy Root
Life still incubates
and as from ash
then hatching
roars up in awful splendor
Gold and Ruby hewed
the flashing dignities
to mount the scales of being
from pole to pole
leap upon the Air
letting rain down
the sacred tears
which falling on the Earth
makes bloom the sacred Flower
that pure intent maybe be known
and from whose leaves
restore the Nations.
Some greater Hosts claim
and stake out their posts
in capture of the fleeing hordes
who, loosed from chained folly
and croaking 'gainst the Sun
belch forth from the Abyss
their humid ranks...
and these, let fly upon the Field
like Moses once let fly on Egypt
to stench what is reserved
for the pristine Fold?
Rather, the Net is strung
which wove of Fate
keeps taught the Limits
while pours down
the Huntress' arrows
or lets fly her sibling's darts
in flight of war for some
by gutted shells of Neptune's flees
or pipes of Pan
the Shepherd's melodies
tuning the Spheres
whose Gates and double doors
swings wide for garnering
and unlocked, scrolls up the Veil
in awe of wonder
rendering open view
of sacred Towers
glistening Ephod
and garb of the New City
uncloven Stone
whose rest upon our Footstool
then renewed
is the Goal, no less the Work!
Some spoke lately
upon a central, Human core
which rightly known is
a Cup of knowing
for cutting time
and Scythe, in view of Hera's eye
waved high upon Horizon
that sets the Orient in contest
no bit dismayed
by tempting lusts
of tempting minds
more set on Honor
and Angle of Nemesis.
Such eyes as see
weep more drops of tear
than Oceanus tells of rushing Water
or the Air lets fall
in wealth of blasting strength
but, seeing still
lights up a Fire
and gives warmth
upon the darling young
which Earth must nourish
well accepted by her kin
and favoring their Process
bares out the Plain
in plow of Force
whose greedy wish
makes torrent in the way
circumspection
whistling and knowing torn.
Some think it fine to speak of
Hermetic art
or call Hermes Lord
but leave vacant the elders
and disparage those
whose patience does not care
for Caverned men
nor would descend
to light on Plato's cave
nor much extend
to help the shadowed world
whose way
is all of folly
but which ancient ken
have gave of Fire;
still they know
what has been left
and what is kept
of sacred worth
too much withdrawn
till now
when Pluto's shrine
too full of frogs
and rusted Institutions
must belch the treasure
and let loose
on ancient groves
what some were satisfied
to leave rest in Forgetfulness.
Siblings all, such elders
though not untended, Time
but worked together
and binding Nets
in every Post, earlier laid down
pulled taught, by Right
what Circumspection knew
when first the drunken fool
made Chaos on the world
and mad lust
upon the sacred pools
offended Wisdom
and so sowed
the wasting ways of men.
No escape now
not for the Nordic fish
whose lust of power laid down
the Summer of the gods
in full deceit of cunning
nor for the barking force
whose face
has front upon the Sun and Moon
and has made
a desperation for the ancient towers.
They were mere Vessel once
the secret heroes
worked by the simple
and held near under the Air
but now are broken
and no more contained
in Earthen inspiration
thrown amidst the void
yet held near
in Care of true foreknowing
directing still by purest will
what cornered wish may perform
or, bending upon the Spheres
yet prove
though for the worthy fury
their compassed memory must say
turn back again
whispering upon the lesser
its tail
casting down
where such tail must fail
and, in face of revelation
face what it has haunted
in ages of the worthy
no more immature
not like times past
when it was easy
to lay waste
like weeping widows
their orphaned kind
but grown in stature of tears
and waxed strong with sorrow
match every bit of pain
that wickedness may invent
or inspire
among the fellows
whom Earth has born
but not matured
cast off
like figs from unripe trees
shook by torrent winds
in pride of self...
though others known
in quickening
raised fast upon their birth
to light
braving the Sun
in torment of the fire
still wishing upon grace
and proven to endure
woke the Aeons
and embraced
Nature’s sacred Dream!
‘Mental parameter’
accusers said
was test of truth
and forbade Honor
admitting Lies to Counsel.
As Life was not so clever
or did not care for such
to offer false advise
among fools, none knew
what proof of knowing
performs for the living
but all were left to guessing
as Time wend forth Mystery
and Nature let loose
Example of Fame, unannounced.
Something worthy of speech
or better intending, dove deeper
and rooted out a principle of seeming
thrown upon the innocent mind
abused among the same for interpretation
and reformed at last to Identity.
It may be Tincture sought
when insistence of thought contends;
it may be Folly, wrought
on nothing which the heart may lend;
it may be Wisdom spoke
when all is cast upon the Void
or what pending Furies wrote
in semblance of the gods, annoyed!
What ever it is, the mind may guess
and turning to admire
find nothing wherewith yet to bless
or finding self, expire.
Play then such games with Fate
O man, and boast upon the Lore
of Knowing, yet insatiate
for seekers or the carping bore!
Unsatisfied, the yawning Dark
gulps down in dreams the wayling
or seeking our Demeter's Lark
hoots and howls, the Ages raging;
though nothing of the Line, foredrawn
keeps wanderers from peeping
or bobbing on the form of Dawn
save empty vessels, leaking;
but, born upon an empty Nest
the Phoenix rises to contend
and from the loss of every best
distills what light of life intends.
Not wandering upon the Way
in sight of ancient bliss
it nurses still upon the Lay
of sacred Hearth and Eleus.
It is no bother
which knowing heart
has occupied of truth
and proven faith
whether matched
in care of worth
our simple thought
or soothing wishes
rose still and descends
in comfort of the seeing
or otherwise contends
for what in seeming has shown
of Family and Friends, believing.
Imp, imp
what's your name
coddling the fledglings...
what now
of worth or fame
can be told of wandering?
Naked as the day, you bore
both folly and fecundating
holding up what secrets store-
caverned men and wondering.
One 'she' I know
Banshee screaming-
The Night in quest of Death
whose ancient darts
flies through the Aeons
and comes raging
as Fate upon the shaft
some Furies
better bent to Force
than Patriarchs can tell of Truth
or whose sibling
kept Pythia in thrall of Augury
and let loose Leviathan himself
torqued down upon the thought
and wrenched upon the Heart
such smashing as none forebears
but Justice in accommodation.
Leviathan itself, on string of cunning
torques down the line of thought
and is wrenched
by Force of Heart
not too anxious upon proofs
but Science dismayed
in point of wonder
but lifted up in view of the palling age
by force of seeming
wracks the present world
and pretended knowing
with mental loss and waking Fact.
Mandala of shape
Geometry of thought
or braying asses
in pretense of men
wends a way
and slinks upon
like charmed serpents
or viper's snap
and lion's maw
the caverned corridors
or dens of fate
some point to
which truth may tell
or by the better sense
renovate of meaning
the contest
and forget such proof
as some need
but inward find their end
and lion’s den of faith.
Play, play
always play
or in the game of seeming
pray, pray
ever pray
for goal of truth and learning.
Holy, holy, holy
the angels fly upon the wing
wholly, wholly, wholly
their circumvention sings.
Dido wrought
and Ion snatched
the Sea, History raging-
what is Thought?
light your Match
and fierce the gods come flaming!
Rhymes are like the corned stakes
set in Compass of the field
but rhymes do not a poem make
nor cornered stakes a harvest yield.
Was it not said
Some Fiend of fire
would lead forth the Stars?
But he knows
that Saturn's grand pretense
in waking might of children
would lead forth the Fold of Stars
every bit of Moment spent
from then to thence
in contest of Event
which Patriarchy wished
Tyranny, but was lost
in quest of conquest, who
once killed in murder
their own lovely daughters
thinking that
in guise of strength
their wooden horse of Ages
or warring King
might tempt from the Powers
some favor...
they were wrong
whose latter’s patience
now must be spent
in rage of smashing
or more complied among the host
of daughters
whose history once bore such wrong
reply in grace to Fury
such Wisdom as invokes
the Seers' Arrow-
Twin-born kin
and renew what Prophesy and Augury once said
in Delphic hymn
of Gadfly learning-
Know Thyself
or be dead.
For such who cannot live
by what life knows of pain
an still profess their gain…
even if they said Isis
in craft of healing
they could not unlock
the treasured walls
that Nature embraces
more surely, more securely
than a fool falls backwards
upon their knees.
What Gate is sought by them
in quest of Beauty
Wisdom somewhat spoke
and held secure of the Past;
and so, they’ve called the Poet down
and prey upon the word…
some note the care
and let resound
a sacred hope upon the world;
others, in their disguise
speak of want and worry
and kiss the dark of vacant skies
their history and lies and decadence
or pills to mind their worry relating
invent new comforts or scripted Story
for Humanity, wretched crew.
Tripped upon the seeming light
they stumble in the known
and foster what’s, seeming, right
of wrong and the doctors’ treasured tombs-
a little paradise of privilege
among the wayling host
who serve, insured by others, sacrilege
of wealth in learning for the lost.
Three sisters stand
a token of sight-
mirrors in skirt of thought
that whispers on the wind
both peace and frothing
hunted and the hunting
wanderers yet
under the azure sky
embraced of night
but whose course
screams not for loss
but lauds the Hunt
in quest of the most Worthy...
more shouts of joy
than raging wiccans know
in cup of Hera
who have clutched
the reaping Scythe
and razed down
our stocks of folly...
blessed dance
of waywardness in mind
that rends the flesh
of pretended Titans
and drinks down
worthy Vengeance
seeping more
like mist upon the sky
our hope, blood-red memory
whose goat-shield of wrong
and wrath of Gorgons
can yet match the swaggering pride
that Patriarchy imposes
and ever proves
such as the drunk of self may do
and forgot
what gods may post
of Accusation
more quick in net of knowing
for the worthless
than Privilege holds for Justice
men and manlike gods pretending
in the world in name of God.
More may be said
or times pulled down
of understanding
but is left a place of peace
which circumvented stage of thought
for better wishing willed and
poets made
in Tragedy and Comedy
though relieved
in pipes of Pan
making mock
of our great Sun's intention-
twin born of Earth and Sky
whose care yet some say
is part of Ceres
or waxed wrathful
in Crone
not too much wrought
of Athene's knowing
though, struck like thunder
Titan hosts
upon the field of men
when Contest wrought
the ken of Greece
'giants Cyprian kin
or let fly, in Homer's recollection
the gods of war
for retribution of essential wrong!
Such poet spoke well
but could not know
what, and whom
shall any make of this make
more than is spoke
or inspired by such Memory
as we bear now
and such who holds
like darling kin
upon the furnaced time
the fiery baptism
enduring yet the ankle
and joint of association
for perfect proof
of Immortality!
Pray
invent them stop
the failing faith of self
that loss of hope has bought
in shadow of pretended wealth.
Weep and wanes the mind
and otherwise forlorn
in proof of fact, or worthless kind
bears fate and folly, happy norms
of brazen rationality, shorn
of Talent on the sacred Lyre
but happy in the attire
of objectivity and reason
whose space of thought conspires
with politics, scholars, legal wits
in empty grace of Humanity
to glory in what they begun
and dance to their own constancy
of rhetoric, contest, treasures won
of Influence and Domination…
Void on void
the age of rhetoric conspires
to fault all else
save its own Interest
contrived with pretended worth
while all others fail
the hope of Humanity
and cannot know
what Independence inspires
from Truth and Heart
but them alone-
learned glory of our Defense!
The fates of folly are not silent born
nor absent on the Music lyre
but sure as certain fault
and such as recklessness of pride has spoke
lengthens the attire
of empty wishing, boldly wrote
the pride of men
in wending out of vacant space-
one’s own great folly, flung
in face of cheapest grace
and once begun, dances to false surety
in proof of shadow forms, empty thoughts
conspired on every wish, employed and retired
to wrack loss and pretence, worthy thoughts
for abysmal ways, destruction and worthlessness enjoyed!"
QUEST FOR BEING
the long awaited sequel to "Odyssey of Heart" under Poetic Works
by
Durandus von Meissen
11-17-03
It's better to linger silently upon humility
and all that force of life
than preach of worlds to come
or down the world with curses
which some cruel wench may wish
or other wizen mind may invent
tending their own vengeance
and, pending all upon their thought
which, just a thought
must expire, expiring themselves.
Rather, deeper aspiration speaks
more silent than the claims of most
yet more insistent
and more sure upon the heart
wandering yet, though not dismayed
with more interest than learning's quest-
a sense of life
which mothers know
and fathers wish
in hope of family.
Such fruit of hoping yet may prove
a great tomorrow
not of scholars, but born to unify
the siblings of heaven itself
though born of earth
still groaning, forever true
though dropping ageless tears
a golden child
too much of sorrow
yet forborne in ways of loss
to catch, for all, the one in each.
Truth and Life, O, help us…
such pain of hope has let loose
the heart of a thousand generations!
So is made the temple of Life
as living soul bows down to loss
yet not for loss
but for the proof and joy
in that the Heart is born...
an ancient, knowing sadness
more true to all than anyone can speak
still teetering upon the verge of vengeance
but tiding time and weeping, prays-
Come, darlings...kiss my bloodied brow
and wipe clean the dregs of reeling;
drink up the Memory and strike off
all sense of shame...
alone allow what belongs between each
the shared loss and agony
of Experience, and embrace
the sacred rain of ageless tears!
Spontaneous and Free is-
a proving which must mend
b oth day and night upon the sight
c onfounding what was careless wrought
d rawn from the tyrant powers, too boasting made
e ndearing yet to sorrow, whose way no way upgirds
f omenting all, but broke upon the world its fate
g roaning still for the nether part
h eighing kindly still to meet our own
i f but to drain the vats of seeming
j ustly disposed to gulp down both sun and moon
k indred of gods in consummation, inward born
I lately shown for every outward estimation
m ore clearly known
n odding upon the whispered visitors'
o rienting magnets of life and quintessential worth
p erfected among the tearful and
q uick innervated by the salty dew, ever
r emembering what cannot be forgot while
s imply pleasing that which ever stands
t oo conscious among the templed
u niverse of thought
v ery life
w hose root upon the mountains
'x emplifies
why we must speak as such and
z ero in on what concerns us most.
So, life is too rich
than to settle upon honey
and ever dream peaches and cream
but sometimes convulses
in shock of conflict
worthily spent
for wreck of boasted idols
or, flaming upon perverse towers
with bridled rage of pure despite
lays waste the blatant folly
and drives home the wretched crews
to lick up the dust
their idiocy
in dismay at Force inspired
which, sudden bearing
and more subtly spent
is gone again in willows' whispering…
wind-born kin of faultless knowing
who are no bit denied of might
nor yet restrained
by temptations of the feathered beds
and elbow cushions of worthless privilege
and self-explained sophistication
that careless empty men and women
so much cherish.
Still, hushed melodies soft intone the spheres
and wend the avenues of thought
unespied by phantoms the worldly admires
but subtly encompassing the times
imbues the scales of being
and tinctures in disguise
like a thief in the night
such dross the vulgar revel by
and, faithfully plucking on the chords
sends shivers on the veins
and secret thunder on the plane
waking sleepers' dream
more gentle than Selene
betrothing honesty to sight
and brightness for the dark of night
her darling young
for true embrace
in quest of generation
and the goal that Aeons willed
for prospect
mining the soundless leagues
in brood of vision
a timeless Hope
and Calcined spirit-
Golden Child!
Eureka!!!
It is Prophesy
in simile of Event
which Mythos wrought
by Cipher
but which yet
are Knots too tied
and sealed in Book of Holy
whose worthy Source
Life still incubates
and as from ash
then hatching
roars up in awful splendor
Gold and Ruby hewed
the flashing dignities
to mount the scales of living Hosts
from pole to pole
leap upon the Air
letting rain down
the sacred tears
which, falling on the Earth
makes bloom the sacred Flower
that pure intent may be known
and from whose leaves
restores the Nations.
Some greater Hosts claim
and stake out their posts
in capture of the fleeing hordes
who, loosed from chained folly
and croaking 'gainst the Sun
belch forth from the Abyss
their humid ranks...
and these, let fly upon the Field
like Moses once let fly on Egypt
to stench what is reserved
for the pristine Fold?
I think not!
Rather, the Net is strung
which wove of Fate
keeps taught the Limits
while lets fly
the Huntress' arrows
or her sibling's darts
in proof of war for some
by gutted shells of Neptune's flees
or pipes of Pan
the Shepherd's melodies
tuning the spheres
whose Gates and double doors
swings wide for garnering
and unlocked, scrolls up the Veil
in awe of wonder
rendering open view
of sacred Towers
glistening Ephod
and garb of the New City
uncloven Stone
whose rest upon our Footstool
then renewed
is the Goal, no less the Work!
Some spoke lately
upon a central, Human core
which rightly known is
a Cup of knowing
for cutting time
and Scythe, in view of Hera's eye
waved high upon Horizon
that sets the Orient in contest
no bit dismayed
by tempting lusts
of tempting minds
more set on Honor
and Angling Nemesis.
Such eyes as see
weep more drops of tear
than Oceanus tells of rushing Water
or the Air lets wend
in wealth of blasting strength
but, seeing still
lights up a Fire
and gives warmth
upon the darling bud
which Earth must nourish
well accepted by her kin
and favoring their Process
bares out the Plain
in plow of Force
whose greedy wish
makes torrent in the way
circumspection
whistling and knowing born.
Some think it fine to speak of
Hermetic art
or call Hermes Lord
but leave vacant the elders
and disparage those
whose patience does not care
for Caverned men
nor would descend
to light on Plato's cave
nor much extend
to help the shadowed world
whose way
is all of folly
but which ancient ken
have gave of Fire;
still they know
what has been left
and what is kept
of sacred worth
too much withdrawn
till now
when Pluto's shrine
too full of frogs
and rusted Institutions
must belch the treasure
and let loose
on ancient groves
what some were satisfied
to leave rest in Forgetfulness.
Siblings all, such elders
though not untended, Time
nor Fate, but worked together
and binding Nets
in every post, earlier laid down
pulled taught, by Right
what Circumspection knew
when first the drunken fool
made Chaos on the world
and mad lust
upon the sacred pools
offended Wisdom
and so sowed
the wasting ways of men
and grief-filled History.
No escape now
not for the Nordic fish
whose greed of clever fame laid down
the Summer of the gods
in full deceit of cunning
nor for the barking clans
whose face
has front upon the Sun and Moon
and has made
a desperation for the ancient boundaries.
They were mere Vessel once
the secret heroes
worked by the simple
and held near under the Air
but now are opened up
and no more contained
in Earthen inspiration
thrown amidst the Shadow
yet held near
in Care of true foreknowing
directing still by purest will
what cornered wish may perform
or, turning on the spheres
yet prove
though for the worthwhile fury
their compa