"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 compassed memory must say-

turn back again…

whispering upon the lesser

its tail

casting down

where such must fail

and, in face of revelation

face what it has haunted

in ages of the noble

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 mortal fellows

whom Earth has born

but not informed of Truth

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 Person

and forbade Life

admitting Lies to Counsel.

As Life was not so clever

nor cared for such dissembling

to offer false advise

among fools, none knew

what proof of knowing

performs for the living

but all were left to guessing

as Time wends forth Mystery

and Nature lets loose

Example of Fame, unannounced.

Something worthy of speech

or better intending, dove deeper

and rooted out a principle of seeming

thrown upon the mind and

abused among the fools for interpretation

at last reformed to Identity

what all the innocent maintains.

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 more to bless

and finding self, expire.

Play then such games with Fate

O Man, and boast upon the Lore

of Knowing, yet insatiate

for seekers and 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

but in full 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

how’s the game

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 worth 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.

on string of cunning

Life wrenches down the line of thought

and is set

by Force of Heart

not too anxious upon proofs

but Science dismayed

in point of wonder

is lifted up in view of the palling age

by seeming or believing to

wrack 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

and dens of men

some sophists secure

which truth may sooner knell

or by the better sense

renovate meaning

and perfectly contest

what most forgot

as some have need

but inward find their end

in trial of faith, every fear revealed.

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

every bit of Moment spent

from then to thence

in contest of Event

which Patriarchy wished for

Tyranny, but was lost

in hope 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 Hosts

reply in grace to Fury

such as Wisdom 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.

This, for such who cannot live

by what Life knows of pain

but still profess some faulted gain…

even if they said Isis

in craft of healing

they could not unlock

the treasured halls

that Nature embraces

more surely, more securely

than the fool falls backwards

upon their knees.

What Gate is sought by them

in quest of Health and Beauty

Wisdom somewhat spoke

and held enduring of the Past;

and so, they 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

spills from mind, any thought relating

to invent new forms of folly

or banal comforts of scripted nobility

of worth for Humanity

believing they ordain

new generations of their wretched crew!

Tripped upon the bending light

they stumble in the known

and foster what their liberal invention

deemed right of wrong

by pretended doctors’ treasured tombs-

a little paradise of privilege

among the wayling host

who serve, insured by others, sacrilege

of wealth in gilded learning for the lost.

Three sisters stand

a token of awful sight-

mirrors in skirt of thought

that whispers on the wind

both peace for them once wronged

and frothing

hunted and the hunting

wanderers yet

under the trembling 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 stalks 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 stones

our hope, blood-red memory

whose goat-shield of humble service past

made wrath of Gorgons

now to match the swaggering pride

that Patriarchy imposes

and ever proves

such as the drunk of self may do

and yet forgot

what gods may post

of Accusation;

more quick in net of knowing

for the brutal customs

than Privilege holds for Justice

men and manlike gods pretending

in the world a name for Truth

to Rule the sacred Heart.

More may be said

or times pulled down

of understanding

but is left a place of peace

which circumscribing 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 Krone

not too much wrought

of Athene's knowing

though, struck like thunder

tyrant hosts

upon the field of men

when Contest wrought

the ken of Greece

'gaints Cyprian kin

let fly, in Homer's recollection

the gods of Contest

for retribution of essential wrong!

Such poet spoke well

but could not know

what, and whom

shall any make of this

more than mere token of Ages

or inspired by such Emblems

as we bear now

and hold

like darling kin

upon the furnaced time

the fiery baptism

enduring yet the ankle

and joint of association

for perfect proof

of Dignity!

Pray

invent them stop

the failing faith of self

that loss of hope has bought

in shadow of these times’

pretended wealth.

Weep and wanes the mind

and otherwise forlorn

in proof of fact such worthless kind

that bears fate and folly, fixed 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, idiocy, brutality to trembling won

their Influence and Domination.

Void on void

the way of pretended Logic conspires

to fault all else

save its own Interest

contrived with imaged worth

while all others fall

to tears in hope of Humanity

and cannot own for this

what Independence inspires

from Truth and Heart

but them alone-

learned glory of our Defense

that wreck all else

who do not like conspire-

wretched crew

and object of contempt

to every friend and lover, graceless strays!

The fates of folly are not silent born

nor absent to the Muses’ lyre

but sure as certain fault

and such as recklessness of pride has spoke

lengthens the attire

of wishing, as boldly wrote

the pride of men

in wending out of their own vacant space-

one’s own great emptiness, flung

in face of cheapest aspiration

and once begun, danced to false surety

in proof of shadow forms, empty thoughts

conspired on every wish, employed and inspired

to wrack loss and pretence on life (worthy thoughts

for abysmal ways), destruction and worthlessness enjoyed!

I'm sure I kissed the Phoenix

as my lips admit fire

too burning in seeming truth

and stunned of thought…

not too much dismayed by wonder yet

in lick of salt for learning

but for spite of memory in contempt for some

set fierce upon the Moment

my good intention and attention...

let it come.

"I’m full now, my Care

I can eat no more"-

she said

then Being led

upon the shore

where God and Goddess All adore

wandering hand in hand

with each, beloved.

A fool’s dance among our selves

if we don't conceive IT-

our life, or sinister plan

killing our hope

if we mistreat IT

or in loss of true wealth

fail to believe IT-

our life, holy hands

whirling, endless health

and love cherished.

Get what we want

or get what we need

or folly flaunt

upon the Widow’s mite and Seed

if any dare!

The Work is earned

and bends backward to terms of wrong

for rectification, such as sages learn

in auditing the Angels' Song

which Majesty of Heart lays bare.

Wait upon the gentle Breeze

Silver Pinions lead

as if embraced of ease

and, purer than faith to mend

Our loss, extend

Truth’s healing upon Disease.

BOOM!

the Ages go

in thunder of the Winds

that Chance must make

and bestow

to all of each, in-between

today and tomorrow.

BOOM!

the contest rolls

in Majesty of Sorrow

that cries for what is truly seen

and thought allows

no one spared belief or Fate

or ought of what Humanity inspires.

What Once the Lords of Time embraced

or Queens of Golden Fields’ forlornness

wandered in seek of Grace

to still allow that Wakefulness Be born

still raging, strikes upon the start

of flying darts and down-bent-right

to thrash in its Tale, the Art

with Hermes and Apollo's Might…

yet what some Dragon wishes

in snort of failing worlds for Rage

is but the tinkling dishes

of Artemis, beseemed…

but worth of simple soul knows such things

and bends the bow of Light

which, ware of thought, takes aim

with Neptune's great belief

to pierce and slay the grand conceit.

String the Bow

draw taught the Line

and aim upon the Brow

of Sun and Moon of Man

or in thought for pride of self

write the Designs

which Ark of Aeons owned.

When then upon the darkened Sea

and drenched with fury of the unjust reign

ask what Dagon sought to gain

in stealing Pearl of God and Pain…

then tinkle salt upon the wire

in will of Life unfulfilled

and, sudden pissing, be inspired

with jolts of Power, stunned!

Not yet told

is what the Panther of Night holds

or cat-paw stomping can perform

in subtle ways of old

or darker embers wreak

with sulfured fuming

of sacred musing

in the Dark of Life, or lap

of the many hungry

in quest of Water

and who clap

in praise of Thunder

on the breast of Fire

when Fury rests

in Phoenix’ Nest

or otherwise expires in death

of Ash and Waste of worldly tombs

for every social norm…

such is more bold

but set in peace

of preferential treatment

of itself, sorrow made

and kept in ancient rest

for the secret sneaking

hunts still upon the Void

of seeming men…

such Eye of sight is Silence

but may roar, too much annoyed

with worlds and ways of men

less discerning

yet more boasting, proud

than Wisdom in the sage

has wrought for Truth.

Black as Night the Paw

and sleek as Sin the Maw

into whose teeth

the sons of men lurch with lust

who must

cut themselves on Ivory

or Pearl Drops see

from out their torn times

the waking pretence of worldly power

for estimate of pretended Joy

more glad for simple loss of fools

than when sleeping Panthers slipped the Night

and let fly the Hunt their hide and seek inspired.

Meow, Meow

the kit employs

a cry upon the Air

twisted tales

or desperate wails

sounding what none have dared…

such lap of luxury has set

a place for orphans' crying

undoing what the learned left

for the politics of lies.

She calls upon the Lunatic

and whistles on the Wind-

write the Score of gods, bereft

in signs of hopelessness and sin!

Allow, Allow

mellow rest in seeming

for what the worthy can…

Call, Call

for Roost of meaning

or be prey to Pan.

Catch as catch can

of believing

or, disavowed

the ancient Hearth

and source of being

fall naked upon All.

Some mock, like barking dogs, the sound

or doubting, front on Revelation…

though Life bids them well

more strength they need

than Atlas wrapped upon the Stone

or, drinking down the sweetest Mead

in semblance of Sisyphus’ sin

must heave and belch the times, disowned.

Ruby like the rising dawn

or white in ribbons of the Sun

the Abyss yet must, mirrored, yawn

and gulp down folly men have known

whirling on the twisted way

the fool for loss has loved

in sight of pretended fact

or in every bit become betrayed

to what their greedy minds begun.

dum, dum, dum

drumming of flight

comes, comes, comes

circumspection might.

Weep in Will, O Past

pluck the newborn suns...

shed the tearing Eye, begun

when first espied your best

wandering upon the Way

too much a Sojourn ken

of thought and musing

too much betrayed

of learning and praise of men.

No cunning now shall prove

as was made

when Pride and Greed was wrought

but dropped from bloody wrong, allayed

the Night, all wrath of men and justice bought.

Tempted from the grip of Fate

set peace upon the Might

such patient and sacred Muse

and whispering to the Cobra's spite

fronted upon the worthless sight

and Fangs of Facing, pure delight

owned every Shade and abuse!

CAWCAW:

lion's maw

or Odin's birds a singing

RAWRAW

flesh in Law

all the Aeons clinging

Buckler, Shield, and Remonstrance

dare the Night…

Fucker, Fiend, or Pan's incense

pluck what's Right

blow upon the Orbs

and smoke down every way

or otherwise, make no sense

but Foot of Titans, stayed.

They march upon a thought

in Muse or sickness of the Sphere

and seek what Folly wrought

to call their ancient Tears…

catch the Roe

pierce the Hart

let wing upon the Field

Our Aim of Truth or Folly, bought

in Word the Ages start

when proving Death and Sin

sung Joy of Harvests' Yield…

stream into the Vision

Thou unborn suns of Night

and Roar my Wisdom

in grasp of whitened Banners, bright

front upon the Walls

and keep the darkened view

for when you need it, counting balls

or sliding nuts, contend the Blue

more quick than Mercurial might

it shifts upon your brazen hand

and tends the Fortune of Light

only the Wise understand

echoes of the Wind

thy lover said

is such tortured musing

though when everything is Red

or the thought, better abusing

Rung life upon the dead…

no little boat-life

but lots of places

in the world…

take it easy

make it last

all Night

cold at Night

waves on the beach

creeping back

the Memory

something worthy

but yet

out of Reach

some distant whirl?

I've not told half the Tale

but linger here

upon the Verge…

no teetering

but set Right

with Eagle claws secured…

if U want to hear some Pages

toss some Stories

if U'r tired

toss some Pages

here when U'r ready

roll with the Changes

U know you got 2

keep on rolling

with the Changes

got2 got2 got2

keep on rollin

got to learn to

roll

this is Our Bumbling BBB

smoken Lucky Strikes

too BAD

the AEON lied

kiss the Widows' Mite!

cold as ice

willing to sacrifice

the dove

no advice

I know

digging for gold

blowing away

Fortune and Feeling...

but, some Day, We pay

sacrifice of Love

Paradise or Lice

crawling to Doom

or waving Destiny HELLO.

The Sky is burning

and the Soul

is on Fire

keep the Design

and wait the Vain to arrive

or lap of luxury despise

in every Way

I believe the Soul's

on Fire

I laugh

in learnin

dirge and dogs of the Stye

Back and Forth

the Leaning Oz

smacks the golden face of Fate

for kissing, stumbling the Cause

O, O, O

keep on crying

No No No

quit the brother’s mercy scrying!

Drinking too

just as you

though Yeast informed...

not too subtle Muse

of what is true

the thought has born

tempting way of patrimony

leavening the Lark

or in guise of matrimony

sing upon the waking Dark

if Music is the Master...

will you head the Master Call

or in the Hurt of Lying

speak all is said?

take it, take it, take it

to the Movie

make it, make it, make it

brighter Glow

watch the Stage

or Act the Folly

All in Each, your Garment Wove

If I had Time

or peace of Mind

I would not bother

or kiss my daughter

in way upon the Wind

but reasoned upon the Line

I AM sure to find

what something said of Other

in spite of pride and laughter

for ends that love and learning lent

it's all just fine

if when judgement

every else is held to blame

and then upon a time

turn again the involvement

and own upon the same

who is Wrong?

the sum is wrong

in pretense of a thought

who mock the golden Song

and, yin for yang or bing for bong

tell of truths now wrought...

hit upon your male of late

the voice of wrecking crews

and obvious, insatiate

complained of the untrue

more of me, or more of you

it's all in the beseeming

love your self, or the true

Cleft of thought believing

bid upon the Haze

I say, Tokens of dismay

or Roots of life raze

betray

your own Company

...more is said upon the AIR

enduring in the Moment

but the lion seeks his lair

and lets roar the Omen

slow and gentle flame

lingers on the Lintel

speaking Hosts of Fame

in Witness of the Simple

they see

seven steps of Angels

every bet of awe

reckoning the Angle

and Choring Song

Demon's coming Down

who will stop the Reign?

Go down, Virginia!

seek shelter

from the storm

and sunder

every chain

goring chords a weaving

bobbing on the Year

the heart still learning

Joy of dropping Tear

I'd love to change the world

but don't know what to do

circling on the whirl

of every thought in boy and girl

world pollution

no solution

institution...

spread the Wine

tread it fine

and Froth upon the ageless brine!

O man

some Whisper said...

how on Earth work through This?

ought otherwise denied

for madness

or folly

or loss

if I could pluck the Poles

I'd dive on Pipes of Pan

or the lover, learn and lend

what lips of truth spoke in Whole

otherwise

if the world must rage

in folly of Intent

let the Orbs contrive

a snort of smoking, waved

to mounting Omens

some liberal grant

shudder on shudder

It ascends

thunder on thunder

light is meant

by golden rod

waved over the whole

too ribboned white

and gloried might

than men yet understand

Meekness better born

than Tales Conception invents

and brighter than the broken Light

Storms upon the forlorn

wringing Reason's might

and fomenting to reinvent

sheds Banner of the White Consent

or loosing, faced follies Norm.

pew...

what's that smell?

belch of tortoise gut

in melodies distilled

fall backwards, if thought may

though not for Dismay

but clings upon the Ribbon's Band

yet viewed upon the scan

of everything Practiced

no empty plan

nor impotent to lend a Hand

to the Dissolving

but to pour such solving Light

as may the Orbs themselves admire

and Aeons in their lap resolve.

U see by this

in lap of Care

how I don't

shirk the darkest lairs

but upon a kiss

pick up my rusty Ware

and together, sweetly

wish upon Our Luck

you might of seen

this very night

how wrenching from my depths

I shore the bits that once beseemed

and taught me sight

now face to face, Adept

chuckle, rumble, bend my Scale

in Memory of too much Care...

then, for Death or Belching, pale

upon the mirrored Innocence

it goes, it goes, it ever goes

unwinding knots of knowing

though lovers in the fray, sow

the seeds of Sorrow, learning

some point is made

some pillars wrought

to hold the world upon

but nothing can the Ass allay

save what mangers of thought

or what the Fates had begun

some tinkling toll of bells

may be told

and all the world may wish

to sift the grains

wash up Hell

and prove what Time established

line on line computes

the beads of enterprise

and when less of Holy Muse

the whole of Work betrays

some positivity, was said

to prove the Verge of Light

then waking upon the Dead

some other proved the Right

come closer then

and own your best embrace...

rest upon your secret Friend

and all the World disgrace

they thought it once

that I was mad

but now they know for sure

that every bit I wished I had

their way in me had bored

complaint upon the empty Night

is common to expect

as every rushing form of Light

contends to recollect

should see it drip

that Void of Virtue

twisting on the Ore...

it burns upon the lip

tortured of Me and U

in garner of the Store

insipid Phoenix

some fear of thought, I guess

spoke rightness to the fool

and on the Verge let skance

upon the Sirens' Cleft and Cure

I'd hold up better with Friendship

some token lent

or just as well let rip

the Heaven's face, my Fury spit

such is my Hecate brew

catch Up, catch Up

wayling child

but when drinking sacred Cups

know that IT'S MERCY, MILD

here's a Fact

to hold in hand:

the Wise break Light

in Four-Fold bands

bending Left or Right

their Dispositions wends

every thought upon the Sea

or sleeping births an awful Night

though ever owning Mystery

Orb on Orb the Angels sing

and All for Each employs...

no care of Reason do they bring

upon the Alter, ought annoyed...

but them whose stomping thought

send whistling the Wind

or more secret wrought

their private wrenching of Sin

I hear...elseways persisting:

If no Crystal Ball they have

or Adamant of Iron in safe

what good Advise may be had

their Learning wrought of late?

No Magic of the Hour

daffy as the Loon

hooting down the Power

they ever kiss the Soon

seine neither Illusion or Madness here

as wrapped in Flesh IT IS

and catching the lesser spheres

throws them down to Sin

think THIS

I saw you first

before you learched upon the Mean

and before the BLISS

the others call Seeming and Seen

sucked down the Void

my lonely heart

with Passion beating...

now my Muse, annoyed

strings a Dart

and hunts the Goat, bleating

think I fear?

then you Joke

to wipe away my Tear...

better met the Year

of God Alone

than tempt the Zone

struck alone

the sounding of the Spheres.

before I heard them finish

I unbuckled my many Arms

and would now pluck

upon the Harp of Heaven

does the waking man know Dismay?

not well enough to match THIS Harp

though Orphic kin have rightly made

most of what is worth

to esoteric wisdom

and tamed

Neptune's Dolphins, somewhat

or made them play

upon the Prow

of destined, sinking Ships

Fling out our Fear...

no bid of Gain is made

but rest of Sea

a touch of release from Power

but flatly set

in preparation of the pouring Fire

this is their own

raging still with doubt

or pointing out

whom among them

God most adores

more temples are restored

than what is wrought but Hermes;

the Cave of Knowing bored

the gods, though Apollo speaking

some Augury his kin would have

in trust of Walking Stick

which Arrows gave, and withheld

Artemis for burning...

the Promethean wick

or Atlean shoulders

of sublime INTENT

is not yet spent

but burns still

upon my I and window sill

coins I have

stacked to the Wall

seeming and believing

heaps of Silver

Gold, and All

glistening of living...

wings of Dove

or forms of Light

or Eagle lofting on the Air

I own my Passion

and the Night

Fenris cannot dare

IF I sign my Name in Scrypt

of Numbers, the Line defined...

what is it to Our Mother

who whispers, tainting my Alloy?

allow, allow

I heard it said

ring upon the Sphere

bow, bow

your ruby head

and whiten every Tear

may I pretend

and Measure, my Rod

in step of Folly

or point out

the Heavens?

ought I then, in open honesty

wander every field the mind can wring

and flit my golden fleet upon the wind

in service of their vast depravity?

know THIS, even as IS known

Our Heart:

what Light and Life is flown

is U and I, My sacred Dart

or first pulled back to see

then knotching Arrow, let flee

the last, upon THEE

pick upon the Poles and guess

what Circumvention means

or raise again our House of Old

from Ash, the Phoenix seemed

believe: THIS:

when once begun

it rolls into BLISS

and rides the SUN

Membering

or Contest

the Truth has won

spoils the Remonstrance

in plead of One

Silencing

I would they harness on the Wing

my sibling token of the Hour

and Reign upon the Silver Din

of Bells, struck of Power

no Idol of a Doctor's farce

it wends the way of seeming

then turns upon every Force

smelting on the sum, believing..

it wends, it wends

it never ends...

may We abide in IT!

did I forget?

I think it not

but quit the Bed of Ages...

nothing of my darling lost

nor Sea of Tears, raging

have I let slip

but slept upon the tide of Time

Wondering

Can Any fault me then

when the Work is open wrought

in Pain and War

or elsewise taught

upon the String

Our Sages bought

or Sorrow bore?

such things, once slumbered on the mind

of dormant men or education

yet awakes to more define

the Limits of every Moderation

it blows, it blows

who may know

to Reign upon the Air..

who knows, who knows

what is stowed

to stave starvation’s' lair?

IT thunders on the Sky

in no abuse of Air

and rattles Earth, no Reason Y

to kiss the raging Bolts of Fire

sic sumus videmus

sic sumus contendemus Veritum

(a touch of rationality is Tincture)

how luscious is the might of Time

when words do not dismay

nor hold in thrall, the mortal mind

for proof of mirrored gold, delayed?

how sweet is Death, whose Comb

reaps the mob of every ease

and, slitting lions of the Field

plucks out Life's generosity

possessed, possessor

how it seems...

tokens of the lesser right

or spitting, pissing, more obscene

peers on Solar worth, rehearsed

...or the Man

plucks not enough of the leaves

spread out in verdant praise

of Paradise?...

ever think twice

my Soul

before, by Cockatrice

you ope' the whole

or in any way offend

what's owned in each

or doubt of Self beseech

in contradiction of Grace

we all must own

an even on the paling thought

lend for love-

salve to our own folly...

wending wreaths, the Holly

and hung high

upon the Door of Heart

our blessed Mistletoe

ninny this or ninny that

who is our Cousin?

smelt down the Fat

and, lean, stretch out the Oven's wrath...

we bide it like we bide the Times

and lurched upon the Wheel

breathe Fire of the Ageless Climb

in hope of Glory, shared or dared

dear darlings of the cherished Host

leave off the wandering

and clasp the Angels...

Smote and Roast

every bit of floundering

and flee the Angles.

We are every bit

of broken Hearted

Smashed in Rock of Ruin...

We are the flit

of Light which started

this awful mess for Odin

CAWCAW

it flies upon the Abyss

and yoking to the Midnight Ray

Calls the Sun and Moon for Love

too once amiss

but raging now in some display

burdens: all of Care...

learned fold of thought, beware

and drop no copper coin

into the Siren's wishing well

of lusty self-conception

wrapped with spell

of secret wrath and budding Tares

Have Mercy

Have Mercy

Have Mercy

We thus Abide Oblivion

AEZER

AISRE

AZEROTH

STURDY ON THY SCALE!

HEM AND HAW

AGES FALL

AND BECOME

THY DAWN

DVM

ETM

QUAKE

AWAKE

RETAKE

THYTHRONE

RAKE

WRAKE

THE WHITENEDFIELDS

RISENSON

MERCYCALLED

THINEOWN!

HAHA

the Aeon laughs

thundering Applause

RARA

my Winded Staff

owns the Cause

singing sunshine

dancing rain

happy LADY

weeping LORD

don the Mountain

let array

spring the Fountain

2day

sit around

singing songs

till Night

becomes Day...

IT is the Zone

of Our Heart

so Fine

blow the Mind

I cannot Help

but drink Fire down

though coughing

spewing

belching

Gorgons Crown

upon the waste

my sharp distaste

ACID WATER

OF

RENOWN

PRETTYCOOL

MIDNIGHTBLUE

WHITEASNIGHT

REDOFRUIN

NOBADMOON

ONTHERIGHT

SSSSHHHH

Rest upon Our Ark

calm the Wave

or if speaking

tame the Dark

or Save

thy Vessel leaking

OOPS

I let

BOOM

some Thunder

on the Ground...

but it's OK

in the Fracas

in the Fray

of what's lately Bound

IT'S funny

as is mentioned

the Books

Our Learning lent...

some Milky Honey

or more subtle, Thought Invention

tucked among the Nooks

and Horns Janus bent

more Funny

all this While

my Muse has played

or Honey

on Form of Style

my Verse relayed

starring on the Glass

Leviathan

refuses to laugh

but chomps upon the Bit

as swish of Oceanus

Fit of Fury, not yet spent

on what I must refuse

to relent

having caught him well

upon the Line...

I'll flay him yet

in Time

or let him catch some Stars

not long a Way

not Near

not Far

but dropped upon the Eye

my Hook of the Sky

and secret wending

not yet ending

what One begun

and some, of fun

pretended to perfect

THIS IS FACT:

Devil does not Laugh

but SERIOUS of intent

Ceres rent her Robes

and dropped the darling Child

in Pluto's lap, saying-

keep this goldening Orb

for later

or for my Hate

I shall snatch

Neptune's SPEAR

and run you through

to OBLIVION!

such Majesty

the Stars gazed in Witness

echoing upon the Father

a recommendation...

FORTH

from you're own Quarters

let rend the Sky

and Pour upon the Earth

THY Crystal Lightning...

then Shield a Maiden

with Gorgons Breath

and Snort the Dragon down

with Mirror of Recompense

catching too

Ares on his Horns

smashing out the Reign

of Folly and the World

So

Saturn rung a Ruin

and kissed the heel

Prometheus complained

or Sisyphus maintained

of Atlas groaning

Lick up the Ash

He said

and smote Wonder on the Air

kiss my Ass

She Red

and Dagon dropped for Care

Fly like and Eagle

upon the raging Sea

House of People

living in Discrete

Fly like and Eagle

till you Are Free

while Time is slippin

and Spirit Wings the Lea

or Hera dippin

drinks up the burning NIGHT

OR dross of Folly, in FLIGHT

Fronts upon Fire

PISS and Vinegar

lofts the Air...

Shakes the Winner

the Serpent’s Hair

and drops into the Pool

the dancing bones

and broken concrete

of Home

what lintel of Abyss forsook

when caught upon the Hook

and Lines of Division rent

the Form of Fermament...

Spread Out, Spread Out

the World is Wrong

upon the Face of Chaos

Unlock, Unlock

the Window Won

and Peer Up On LOSS

I Close the Left

Squint the Right

Draw Shade upon the Dragon

I Rose the Cleft

strung the Light

and snatched the Pearl from Dagon

IT flies, IT flies

on Wings of Seeming

Danced upon the Wind

Relied, Relied

the Wiccan Scrying

Stumbling on Sin

They did not Think to Sea...

I Witness in the Slaughter

and Cling my Staff

no bit bereft

Demeter's Daughter

Laugh ON Laugh

I walk the Riven Zone

Staff and Calf

I guide the Fire

and drink the Mountain's Own

Bid IT dive upon the Deep

and wend the ways of men

or, like a darling sleep

in cradle of Our sacred kin

THESE THINGS ARE SEEMING

IT wasn't but a Night ago

IN FACT

I cut the Cards

and did not look to react

but 4 by 4 spread out

my 5x10...

the Seer watched, then

as Time stood still

and Furnace of my Waking

wandered round the empty Still

Thundering, and Shaking

I wrote upon the Silence, then

When Kings and Queens and Rooks

unraveled on the papered fen

a Proof for every telling Book

I wrapped them up

and cornered ALL

garnering my Mother's Sup

I locked the Doors and took Luck

To Janus and Uranus' Stall

for wait of Orphean Pluck

Place them as you find them...

let them roar and rip

the pages we condign

as everything of work and wit

like sparrows, who love to flit

unwitting seek the sublime

or Race upon the Scene

and take the Sparrow with U

in drop of all that is obscene

my Hart and Roe divined the true

Please

do not Ask

My Pyramids of Power...

Release

the Sorrowed Ass

and resolve the Hour

We do not Cum

to Raise the Edifice

nor remake the Sun

but proving how We One

from the Dark Our Bliss

and every End Begun

Whips of Ash for Willow

bending boughs may crash...

Who has seen My Widow

or redeemed the Mite of Brass?

Senator's suns have said

silver spoon in hand-

Make your own Way

then in hand, it turned Red

and wafting from the Golden Bands

struck forth the Day

IT Still IS Entertainment

How I treat you Right

calling in the Night

so Urgent...

Proof of Powers arrangement

trick the Mind of Site

and Dance the Light's

EmergencE

keep that Coin, my dear

if aught it comforts thee

and use when, upon Fear

you float the vacant Lethe

Heaps of Mail, Wonder wrought

Our Metals bear the Form

and cling, like Shadow of Thought

upon the backbent Norms

Yet Attention pays it Still

and plucking on the Yore

sings Fire into Wisdom, spent

for Teaching of the Lord

lick up that Death

or let pour Down

thy Tear of Golden Bough...

they find of Wealth

that All of Each resounds

what thy secret has Sown

drink IT Down

this Ash

dissolving IT with Water

and Cry upon the Town

My whipping Ass

redeeming as the Daughters

Did EYE say it Mine?

no, no, not Mine

this Counsel is not my Own...

and yet it Circumvents the Sky

on the Wings of Being, Flown.

WONDEROFWONDERS

Fate or Folly

IT is Red

from Open Books of Life...

ribboned with Holly

Crimson Head

proven Fire and Jolly

I'd tell them they should understand

how Wrath has wrought my Forces

but Prose on Prose, a vacant Land

of words is not TRUE Purposes

So L, roaring like the Ocean's Wave

I fly in quest, the ancient Winds

and bend my Self upon the Stave

and wrap it All, for Mailing sent

do not doubt IT so

dear Hart

but as Ariadne, woved

thy verse, my verse, from the Start

the Stars themselves adore

from Wednesday of Last

I've stacked up

more Book of Verse

by Spontaneity

than Odyssey has told...

and wrought more wonder

kissing the kin of Thunder

in literal Word, Our Life Begot

when they bore

upon my Lore...

let them look back

where they came from

or Force of Nature

stock the store

of Worlds and Ages

unbegun

I am no Bell

nor Token of Abuse

but lurch upon Hell

with Cup of Watered Rues

or, struck

kiss off my luck

in tolling Call to Our Muse

tired, I'd take my Boots off

reclining to my Bed

but sense what Folly sought

is falling down upon the Led

no matter

shook upon the Left

I kicked the Serpent Wishing-

Odin's brother

Herme's Cleft

Saturn's darkness raging

I'd stumble upon the Wall

and smash my golden Head

but Waters bending, cleanse the Stalls

Hera kept among the dead

Where shall I LAY my wearied?

Our true Rescue

is One Thing...

take a Q-

String the whole

God damned Thng

then LOVE renew!!!

IWILLNOTB

THREATENED

ANYUMORE

IS there some Way out of Hear...

asks the Joker to the Thief

Nobility

is the Word

Have U seen my DreamCatcher?...

Burnished like the Grain

and CROWN of knowing, pesters

Mog and Gog, Ordained!

Some Body

O

Some Body...

Build my BrickYards UP

and Restore

my Fallen Nation!!!

Tell the Devil in Disguise:

You do naught Laugh

because you know too Well

thy Wrong upon the Sky

then if the Demon dares

drop Liquid Fire on his Brow

more COBRA like

sspitem in the Face

and Torque that motley Crew

upon ABBADON

...

Laugh then, they Self

and drop the Verge upon the Darkest Diving...

watch sink down

the mirrored light

and smash all Folly with Despite

of they Parents' Sacred Song!

Build UP

Build UP

my BRICKYARD...

darling Cipher

not much more Time

have Eye to Sea

thy perfection of the Rhyme

or Sale of Constancy

but blows the Wind

upon the Tower

for Wings the Air imbued

and clutches on the Reign of Sin

and rides the Power

my Roe and Hart allured

shall then I flee

flee from thee

or them and others forget?

IT's not writ to see

what I O TE

or All, my last Regret

Build UP

Build UP

my BRICKYARD...

and All a Muse Ing the DAY-

Fling away

the Devil's bet

2 Generosity

some key is seeing

this you know

and believing

new worlds bestow

DVM

ON

ETM

and Match my Phoenix Majesty!

Just walking

To and Fro

in Surveyance...

Round and Round

EYEGO

Bowed apollonian Purveyance

some BODY just Called...

asked if her MUM was HOME...

9 SAID YES

then hung UP the PHONE

TRUTH be told

I cannot tell

If I AM coming or going

so soft, yet so bold

the Aeons are a Ringing

IT is some Shyster

this I know

though ever kept toe Learning

but LOVE is Guise

the World, a Show

danced into Might and Meaning

ITS ALL

Justas Well

and reaps the Sheaves

dropped upon the Spell

everything's a tuning

song upon the whole

singing, dancing, playing

unknown dervishes of old

here is a Tale of recent Expedition

when I let down a stunned review

and stood at Death's Door...

there he lay upon the verge

eaten up with guilt

and silent as the Tomb slipping fast

upon the void

but I caught him by the ankle

and warmed up his Cockle

just enough not to wake

but for witness of his fate

if he ought choose Life

then here it lay

at his feet

come see, O sleeper

I said

and know what Way you Go

I was the White Lion for him

and lapped at his feet

my kind affection...

what is it to me that

standing there

Red Lion laps his maw

but not for comfort?

could I do more

and lift this untempered thng

into the Might of Victors'?

rather, that he might see

what choice avails

and that no thng

is aught of loss

except one's own

wasted in folly of pride

or tossed on greedy waves

of vain ambition...

the time has come

and what is whispered in secret

they shall find

shout from the rooftops-

I Sea U

some call IT such

if Number counting

but the whole

is writ for fame of Life

no bit quavering

upon the darkest doom

or wasting cry of banshee

but on that score

I would say

I'd rather be

a pagan child

suckled in Forest Wood

upon the lap of Integrity

than raised upon Alters

of gold or ivory or whirling jasper

and have no meekness with it

but constant strutting

of self-conceit

and pretended security

a laugh is heard on the horizon...

they too shall come down

and take their place

among the orphaned rags

U and I

are One

I O U

U O Me

some simplicity

in aggregate of each

closes out the sum

and fixes right

the nether reaches

and sets firm for all

foundation upon the vast ABYSS

U do well then

and hook your line

to what beseems the best

for a time

or being free

move from light to light

in perfect harmony

though sometimes seeming

a flight on Chaos

I'll hash something out

in way of response

but it must wait

some clarity for seeing

as I am not threw

cleaning up my mess

my silvered tress

yet dangling in the mire

of past stompings

I could not avoid

but get it done

while yet Day

and wave it rested

upon the heart

a quenched Need

my tears wiped clean

IT comes

be patient for seeing

dear I of mine and yours

it will not tarry long

but will break upon the Sky

a Vision of US

and Life of All

I could say how I strung them there

and point up how in tow

the Earth and Moon and Sun

now guards against somethng

which not far off

would have smashed them

and for sure

there would be nothing now

but awesome fear and trembling

such has not been seen

since men first rose

to mock the gods

in claim of Limits

and let loose

the Fate unbidden

Behold

the School of Ages

everlasting embrace

no tortured Knot entwined

but smooth as glass

the face of face beheld

and Open Glory

neither awing nor in awe

save Majesty of Being

mounting and subsiding on the Vale

of crystal Seeing

has anybody some Blue Ice

oh, no wait

I see some there, on the Frozen Pond

just a kick or two, or three, or four, or five

maybe 6 kicks of cat-paw stompings near

pesky, aren't they

over hear

I keep Ravens

Proudly set down

Silent Sentinels of the Bedchamber

here S is some Identity

and crowns the whole

flipped in

flipped out

Infinity

tell em to go play in the yards or barn

an owl may espy

and give a smart flapping

to the Jay

yep...just flipped it over

spewing last of the Acid Drink

dilute with WATER

when in Doubt

thy Consumption

cause to Flow

around the River

back to Home

and belch thy reeling

and content

Army of Consent

and HEART BEAT RHYTHMS

watch the little death

retire to vacant mutters

still my pet

and lovely hunter

there boy, there

daddy is your care

take ear...

there go the croaking frogs

in pant of AIR

unrefused

why not U

hunt on the I?

I like to thnk of it

as a Venture

all but gained

some sifting

more sifting

all wishing

hope aspiring

people smiling

ages thunder

roll with wonder

time to ponder

where my rising

where my setting

when my fetching

when my petting

O, not forgetting

where to steer the Stars

call it

Expeditious

trans~miss~ion

I paid an I

for what I O

but stay it here

Never

but what We Wrote

though cast on Air

for Response

well met

and grace enjoys

ever thankful praise

without dismay

though now locked-down

with no more vain Reply

no mere step in time

the rhyme and rhythm

galloping hooves

Gliepner's speed

treading cross the foam

of hours, prancing still

in majesty of fame

flare, flare, flare

the bristling mane

cool ice thunder

dripping steam

in heat of roaming

dancing, foaming

under the golden reigns

more firm

in champing bits of moment

gulping down

the lusty rain

windborn kin

grace bestowing bounty

lightning sped

rose upon the dead

bristling intention

waving degrees

sliding scales of relief

word for wonder

silent thunder

hanging tresses

whirling dressings

happy sorrow

flown the sparrow

into its native bower

every token of care

bridled kindly

thy true instinct

on reign of golden age

or silver footed

tramp the mire

lift the razing spires

and shift thy nesting lour

too dear the musing led

and from the fleeting page

danced laughter into reason

or humming into song

the air along

winging the whitened lore

unlocking that in store

while windows opeing

flirt of flitting

thy care

my care

careful on the tending

washmaids bending

tigers wending

bushhunt warblers

bowers of stickshift birds

ravens pillored

garden tillers

curtains twirled

lintels shivered

fiery hung

leaves a golden

blazing red

warmth of features

merry holly

Cards and Jacks

winged creatures

waxwing eyes

and chicken scratch

thy brickyard pastures

building

heaving

casting seed

cluck and barking

barnyard scenes

I wake but to intend

what gentle nursings wrought

and honest lend

my babies secret thought...

do I seem to bob and peer

on seeming or the rank disguise

that, raking all with shadows mirrored

quit loss of indecision's year...

I have not misbegot thy seed

held close

as sparrows to the bower

my hope

in satisfying every need

sun shower

we love and own

let me not slip

from out my stary hour

lose my grip

of light upon the raised towers...

bend and break

the seamings go

and all of that for wishing

rakes and takes

and still bestows

honest striving

more, more

ever more

the carping thought intends

bore, bore

bore the lore

of learning thought distends...

could I say

what eager wish is willing

or what want inspires

I'd reply

make of life a swilling

or gulp of the imbibing

naught denied...

how dear

how near

are you...

no fear

no tear

I bid of U

embrace

forsake

live again

relate

ingrate

thy sin

thy love

my love

endue

why love

try love

and prove

thy face

my face

all endeared

why face

the trace

of tears?

U'r own

My own

all alone

we face the Spheres

My tone

U'r tone

of being

the We allured...

work fast

good love

gone mad

some years ago

held on loosely

clung too tightly

lose control...

need a lot of

space to believe

but don't let go

or lose Control...

bend upon your service

ever bend

and bending foreswear

the service ever lends

thy luring

or circumspection

owned for learning...

let rain the shadow of our loss

it flits and flies in wasted places

dances to the Crown and Boss

of triangulated faces...

mark thy space, O man

and lift upon the Verge

thy time of standing, allowed

by grace of our fleet sowing...

catch the seed, forbear the Art

thy times of fortune told

and whisper from the start

thy care of burdens, old...

some need is there

for constant watching

a kind of prayer

that ever talking...

whispered or more bluntly spoke

the wending time foretokens

and luring lovers, wrote

of faith and grace forehopin...

sleep?

enough sleep is spent

the world awakes

and yawns breath

of Ages

wondering

who will keep

the sacred number 1

you thought it less

when ought espied

the knowing best

our heart descried...

token of some muse

that lends upon the way

vision of our Use

that I circumscribed?...

reach thy twelve

and extend

thy iron arm

upon the rest

in steps of measure

turning over

thy lengthened step

DVM

XTM

IOAM

IIU

ITU

TI

U

I

it seems that some have thought

love in reserve

and bind their hope in knots

for keep of their preserve

when will they guess

that open arms

of life and destiny

conspire in all to bless

with lovely charms

without discrepancy?

the bird its nest shall tend

like rain upon the grass

and every corner bend

each blade on next, surpassed

when all is wrapped

upon the bough

and round the corners wended

it starts again, the second show

and padding of the down

set nice for birdies tending

this is our hope, more broader wrought

not in particulars of thought

but rounded in the woods of mind

contend that others' sun may shine.

IT’s not because I left the borders of this realm

nor that the lover fails in holding part

but much on the Horizon calls

and some weeping yet…

not from loss, or regret

but wrought upon the Fact

we yet embrace our ken

and groan within

reaching past the moment

clasp of our tomorrow

hand in hand

the Sojourn band

of friends, lovers, kin…

much lies ahead

and fields to harvest won

covering the bet

cast on the Ages: One

tending the open plain

seers eat some bread

and peer on what to gain

or let slip by as dead

prophets espy upon the sky…

winds of Fortune blown

wondering why

the Glory has not yet flown

but bent upon IT all

some Vision stands alone…

set to stage a funeral

for vanity, too rashly owned.

I groan under such strain

and wish my life take flight

and wave this folly and pain

inherited or begot-

good bye…

would another clutch my hand

and firm set upon the loss

while fixing all, withstand

temptations to be boss...

if this I'd find, all is gain

while trudging in the field

and loss of self maintain

to boasted Worth, ought-contained…

there upon the lofting wave

that rises but to kiss the Air

it bothers not the one to save

but owns what is its latent fare…

no grasping want or greedy need

nor fear upon the open surge

it rises, falls, with blatant glee

of being, spent or lost in every urge…

such as is fair, the wafting goes

while finer sentiments are gleaned

but raging in the billows blown

the torrents of the untamed sea…

U said

feed me on the Aesre winds

and I exhaled

Virture spent on breathing

One found rest

the best in not yet History

AISRE

AZEROTH

Does this depend?…

Woden's Day

Summer Promise

Innocence Assured

Newsday revelation

whispered once

in fall of Stature

engulfed contest

gulping or dropping down

treachery and loss

one gulp upon the main

sent seas a sucking

orbs of vacuum

ships a ducking

or glove-cave

moving, mountains under Rage

and onward thrusting

GONGON

Aesre sons

and take that Company withya…

my Ship is battoned

thank ye kind...

catch ought of wind

upon the brine?

these winds were fierce

downpouring gale

and sleeting to forefly...

watchen sails not pierce

upon the windy bale

and unchartering foreskys

Mums in a cookin

Paws on the Plow

boss man:

Stuff IT

lying dower, disease

rockin the streets…

Home Sweet Home

momma take me home

sweet home…

just a punk

in the street

it's a race track

just a punk

in the street

I was a race track

just a punk

on the scene

catch up

catch up

it flees

Neptune's dried tort a oise

strung

melody to stars

whistling wind

torque of led

still flying

climbing

drawing in

as tow

the three-fold wanderers

tredging down

and out of sight

milky ways…

good bless

storming the sea

woman in U

man in Me

all in the world

it feels like the very first time

more lifetimes

spent so foolishly

now I found U

WE

make

History

all that EYES can conceive

opened up a Door

like it never will again

never again

though it feels

like the first time

feels like the very first time…

open up the Door

won't WE open up the Door?…

feels like the first time

feels like the very first time

feels like the first time

feels like the very first time

O IT FEELS

can you hear the Snort

of the Double Doors

open as the Wind

but Brazen as Mountain Shoulders?…

and on my red shoulders

I shall rest

U expire

Pools of Being

unslaked

by Time

each agate born

to crystal aging

stored away

hand of holy

rest of Night

teetered on or

felted bright

soft moon showers

quiet fields

golden enterprise

mountain safeholds

rubied land…

maybe WE are there

talkin bout

Together, Now…

did you pay your dues

read the news

paper in the yard?…

still playing on my Symbols

kinda like the beat and drum

and wire is nice

pulled taught for singing

been bad

been good

Texas

Holloywood

I A’nt askin for much

take me Home

not by myself

not Alone

I A’nt askin for much

just lookin for some Touch…

still bruning

Soul on fire…

some must needs

pluck this Key together

otherwise aspire

more daunted

the wasting daughters

whose tears

yet

our MEMORY

preserves

no Folly

but

Recognizing the Way

together shared…

you do best to recognize

your happy anticipation

worthy born among us

eye to eye

or bending wrought

more stomping known

on Mountains…

temporarily shown

examples of the trotting Main…

open lays the Field

quiet is the Brook

sacred is the Hearth

holy is the Realm

under is the Foot

Pillars of sacred Ivory

steady born

no muscle led

but Fortunes'

favored One…

Prepare U'r self

spirit of the sky

died but laid to rest

in the place that is the best …

near upon the Verge you speak

where elder eyes behold

kingdom courage

or the weep

of daughters left

unwed…

step back

step back

this is not U'r doing...

but see

see

ever see

what Life’s unfolding…

QB

is the Inner Court

OH

is the Outer Court

as IS

PHOENIX and

PERCEPTION

the rest is Membership

like our great Oak

lately rent

but honey drawn

eye for I

a welcomed trade

of pain and virtue…

rilling stones

water born

or desert dried

call ruin

on the wasteful…

strength upon the lame

sight upon the blind, or speech

a willing wish once dipped

by Angel stirrings

lovely whispered…

Wake from the Dream

U sleep

and kiss upon Insight

whose luscious thing

falls like fluttering wings

upon the spiraled sight

wending green and gold

flakes of whispered hair

in golden sunshine led…

a fairies mist

or tinkled

melody

dust of gold a flaking

whisped wonder on the wind

and floats there yet

wating

wondering

dancing

breathing

the crisp air…

red and blue

they twirl

laughing

rejoicing

clinging

fleeing

chasing

leaping

laughing

turning

flying

dropping

wending

wizzing

kissing

clapping

resting

wonder

away from such

rat-clay system

muddy waters

swamps besides…

ropes and ladders

rill the victims

rape the daughters

and all the rest despised

let fly there

upon the bough

and fling thy razen dart

smack between

what beseems…

defend the Roe

at every start.

IT’s fishy fishy

for the worlds

of teardops loved

stand greeting, alone

thy beloved…

then drop a line

and share the half

each in each adore;

but when you part

an bubbles spin

let rule the cool

over the sun

no gender

on the broken main

but wonder

in the

Recognized…

so do not haste

to wend thy lair

as much of ought

yet conspires

to teach of the

Beware.

After that

Make the bubble

Tangible…

catch the Mountain

and adore

embraced of wandering

too wise

to complain

Now

burnin

burnin

burnin

keep on burnin…

Fire keeps on flyin

can't stop IT Now

IT's burning Down…

smack Ice upon the Fire

more Misty Like

gleen whisps of light

and chase no pleasure

here or there

but more than dares

break on threw

the Other Side…

I did not get there

before you came

but we simply met

upon the same

and sane

seining the past....

been too long

since I felt this way

Today is the Day

too strong not to Analyze

what's holding down…

Turn IT around

send upon the dog the rabbit

and see how far they fly...

IT's a bastard

but I SEE MYSELF

in a brandneway

seen of the rectified

seen of all

that I can

disembowel

the complaint of wish

I can, too cheaply buy…

sing me round the world

and leave behind

all stars a calling

suns a shining…

let ITGO.

Gates of Splendour

Mother Pearl

Ageless birthing

every Soul…

step upon the marble

cool in bubbling bath

temperate to need

maybe

more than enough…

darlin

walk around with me

U got soooo much

soooo much…

many have I loved

many times been bitten

gazed on the open road

many times I lied

many times listened

in wonder

how much there IS

to know…

many Seems come true

some, silver linings

all of Dream

and pocket

full of Gold

many, many man

can see the open road

many is the word

that only leads to guessing

thngs…

U really ought to know

I really ought to know

U know I should B

U know

I should B…

I AM lonely 2

wanna get back

to my City

by the Bay…

not gettin

along

without

U'r charms

when lights go out

and moon shines on the Bay

I want to be there …

when U'r light

shines on the City…

here it is

here is Trust

of Ageless Way

Sojourn Principalities…

gear it up

pull it in

the Hunt

Is Over

or wonder why

my firs been pelfed…

catch nothing that falters

hear the roar of the crowd

Victors' to All

ear to the wall

didn't know for sure

how to play it

but didn't take long

to understand

slung way down low

oneway ticket

one way to go

rock it

till you make to the top

then...

O boxed Hero

come alive, 2Night

casting Shadow

on the backstage door

yet kept rockin...

the boy's got to stay

on top

stars in his eyes

with one Katar

come alive

2Night

know their names

play their games

don't loose track

or come down

too hard...

I'll be there

to share the land

to shake your hand

given away

when WE live

Together, Now

talkin bout Together

Now

make Project of it

U'r painted Vision

My Verse

cast broad and wide

feeding the tide

of seeking

or beseeming

more lovely than a waking dream

to waft along the wave

and pluck the seeming weave

of care in the believing

gentle as a musing nurse

upon the darling child

a care of grace and rest

for wanderers among the wild

blessed hope

cherished wrought

restoration ropes

hung for joy, by weeping bought

and every worthily bespoke

fixed Chaos to the Light

dangling

like chandeliers

the spangled banner

of thought

rejoice rejoice

it is the Day

thy Promises forborne

writ broad upon the lay

thy lovely choice

of owning the forlorn

gentle sister

loving maid

mother of the born

catch the Cisterns

fill the Way

with Milk of Knowing Lore

this is thy praise

this is my meet

set to raise

thy loving seat

catch thy hand

set thee down

and all the world espy...

this is thy land

my crowning towns

for thee and aught contrived

confirm thy worth

then breathing deep

contract the maze

to flowers in a heap

this is the waking Might

worked through with kindness

frightful Light

of ageless sowing, blindness

no bit allowed

or in the Night

bent to wrong of Person

all endowed

with Life and learning...

You will see by my tenor and thought

what concerns me

and where my fixed resolve lays

in respect of your honor

but I can freely confess how

greedy as I am for Beauty...

could I embrace these things of Vision

as my own

I would not hesitate

to smash some Porcelains of ancient renown

in exchange...

if but to embrace

to glide along the lovely Vision

work of such lovely affection

a moved and moving understanding

O that I would drink my thirsty Cistern full

and flow like Ganges or Egypt's fame

to flood Horizons with sweet effluvia of living...

Today has been my almost constant attention

to these wondrous lights of seeing

pure as the honest touch

more kind than gentle Zephyrs on my mind

and grace...

deep breathing contemplation

patient willing...

warmth of allaying taste..

aesthetic glare of sweet or sublime sight...

home in going

rest in getting there...

cycled doing

constant met thy Fortune's lovely care...

awesome plan

understanding hands...

upright raised and worthy met

discipline within the daughters' eyes

dauntless courage, knowing day

once ever set

my mind slips its reel

and I wander upon music

not too subtle on the dreaming

but wonderful the weary pilgrims

still happy in a tinman's rags...

breath deep, breath slow

and set thy heart to drumming...

let it roll, more patient roll

and mend the world to loving...

it circulates this THING, ya know

and wends the very depths of living...

turns again in praise of dying

sown to seed the field

with rich and fragrant growing...

spiders silk or fishes breathe

the wending way for living

yet worked upon the Year Of Aught Alert

to need and types of Will still seething...

some falsehood passed between

and they spoke for themselves...

then she spoke secretly

and I knew

they were but servant

of some lesser wish

and no aspiring light

which all admire

too lisping on their health

complaint or boredom

too tired now

to make good war

upon the disputed foes

but who, like friends

take semblance of their interest

then descried

to stupid trudging

naught relied on

grace or patient believing...

what manner this

in twisted way beseeming

or kept to special bliss

strikes the mind with charms unseen?

it's wasted, wasted, wasted now

it's wrapped in shadows bleeding

into the Mist

too dismissed

from what is stowed

for lovers and their singing

shake not the shadows

when espied

the wedding's great address...

or blown to bellows

that once relied

on proud affront and unconstraint?

break and smash

and waste and ruin

lay low the false assuming towers...

shake the rust and slash

the war to sin and doom

sent uncalled upon the powers

no patient seeming then partake

nor waste the moment under Harvest Moons

but snatch, latch, attach thy stake

of knowing proof, the few allured

IT's a steady sense

to be sure

and patient heartbeat

upon the moment

unsurprised by aught

nor dismayed

by any waking

sleeping thought

arrayed

or in the making

tempt what all may relate

sleeping guise or waking pride

the wending is a weaver's stride

who reckons not too much the hide

it weaves or falsehood's doubt ascribe

less shaking than a spider's bower

lipstick kissing, entertwined to mend

the luscious tramping, every hour

refreshed in suckling their ends

peering wonder

silent thunder

all espied

aught relied

every way

descried

for seeing on the open Day

ponder ponder

ever wonder

hope allayed

every thing betrayed

to what's a lie

in fact upon the proving Way

scream, fast, rend thy clothe

burn down thy mountains forlorn

and cast the heavens' bones lost

to vagrant wishing or the falsely born

haha

I laugh and cry

not sure I weep for joy

blabla

my reasons why

these tears are too alloyed

no trembling loss

to empty cups

the burden yet contrives

for knowing lives

or filling cups

to steady peace of gods

step steady then

or prance, they praise

or patient on the allured

keep the mends

and pluck the wild lays

of ancient births and cures.

whist thy wishes

thank thee kindly

talk upon the mane

and every pilgrim greeting

bless them blindly

in hope of all sustained

my blessed crew

forgotten lot

too tempted by the waves

while much folly wrought

to living, lose

or wishing front upon the brave

all I remember

are the Dreams

in the Mist

or

when I close my I's

I live another life

too cold outside

rainbows in my eyes

candle in my grip

no empty words

fallen from false lips

these dreams

seek when cold outside

moments awake

further awake

for all of worth derived

or satisfy thirst to slake

and still remake

joy from tears that seem

something out there

none can resist

world full of Princes

Freedom is a Kiss

but Princes have their spell

in moments of the Night

where all of vain reliance

or the belching of nether hell

from light in flight of might

bend and lift compliance

and set to motion

Oceanus

in the turning and solution

clinch the emotions deep

and purge the stalls

involving all

to sight in knowing

not in sleep

their Vision showing

in marriage of the Princess

hold a moment

and still the thought

much is enterprised here

not for loneliness

or what is taught

of contending tears

wait upon a moment

and wish it on prayer

our dreams come true

for love shared

some portion of a living hope

among many families

and lost daughters

who contend for pride of wealth

to tread for honest glee

or bind fast upon the princes

our great Sheave and relief

some boast upon the worth

whose temptation is in seeming

then bending one to many births

for control or political believing

are wrecked upon the start

and foiled projects teeming

to unity upon a single hearth

I saw two sets of eyes

peering from front to back

and left to right

they both espied

their own reflection's lack

and each to light

pick your harvest fields

and start plucking

for when We Are done

little fare will be left to yield

upon the hunting

on what the gods have begun

some challenge

I suppose

of thought and wishing

worthy yet of balance

on what no name knows

but what is proof of Being

bid it well, bid well thy state

as all of it is bestowed

upon thy wishing, late

or of worthy care allowed

and lent to life a true belief

that set to stone what All betakes

will you figure this yet

how I wait in wish you hear

and do not doubt

what I had proven

defending 'gainst

some insistent carp

in bulwark of your privacy

but which dolt

near wrecked for sake of pride

and made almost unfriends

forsaken trusts

of meeting...

it lives yet

and aspires

wish for sure and understand

We set a Furnace on the Word

our hope assured and lent

for patience to the True

there is no bother of folly

if idiots rule or talkers talk

as all are wasting ken

too much of squawking

or the privelaged walk

that few indulge and win

Crashing comes

an awful Wave

undoing all that's done

nothing forestalled

wisdom wrung

from the grave

its accusation's doom

wove on the lesser rung

for wiped ways

while all the rest involved

the moment here

and, lovely solved

in seeking yet the year

our seeing

everlasting sung

to Life and Glory

in the Way

and endurance won

for Thanks and Praise

of sacred Lay

every bit of every worthy whirl

of language and the remonstrance

paints fine as color on the canvas of the world

for whole and impressive elegance

We leap upon the scale

and whirl, almost asleep

with steep beseeming

turn to slower dales

for lead of sheep

upon the resting

This is my lurching on the LAMBDA

too much of wonder

to leave underived

by best of care...

I'm sorry you felt to dare

upon the face of this contrived

with Power and Force of Nature's thunder

wrought secretly for Momma

but sisters thine

my way had tempted

and aught before I knew

from out the shrine

sprung voice determined

to stretch the Line of the true

not thine, dear soul

this fault of willing

others have allowed

and from the whole

wrenched our trilling

to shrill the widowmaking sounds

make quick the work

and do not install

a sight to the beseeming

but all of wishing shirk

to that your faith bestows

for hope and our believing

I'll plead my case

their case

or aught

the way of willing scoff

and mend the days

to leisure's pace

of thought...

our ends of loving taught

for patience in the race

some tribulations crossed my mind

since last eve...

dark musings

and threat of overturning

much contested and thrown back

complaint of others

no bit denied myself of Fortune

but increased many fold in face accusation...

worthy born among several

and thee,too aught implied by seeing virtue

no part inscribed to conflict among these

nor me, but rest upon assured face of living loving

hoping best and patient seeking

ever lifting the might of faith

upon our true horizon...

but here I must renew

what whirlwinds wrought of seeming

and the sky let drop

some torture of dissimulation...

and so confess how rived has it seemed

this last adventure

with twisted ways of need and interest...

wonder that we don't gobble all down

in one great, greedy, boisterous table of devouring...

some day perhaps, some day soon

or rage to inflaming

and sudden sweeping of the fields...

did you see, since last

that Synchronicity was mentioned

and was let fly

that thing that makes ya go...hmmm...

how my horizons, not yet known to others

was whirled to light of Inspection

and the Stars fell slow and bright

upon the midnight sky...

round and round as first was seen

that Led of Lightning Thunders

shed across the sky

full view the setting sun of day

and thrashed upon the outer ring

in tow of our circumvention...

another volley wended lower on the verge

and passed the Polar realms

under the outer fringe of darting Led...

both ranging to their fixation

among the temporal lights

no bit denied of witness for those

whose flashing eyes

peer hard down upon the coasts

and circumspect the doings among folly

or cruising the plane

mark out the boarders of my Field...?

these ways are seeming

and we bear what needs be

all things of tiding owned

or by the true believing

wrought to life our being

or knowing yet, shed tears below

what's with this wide careening

that passes bounds severe

and all this whispered peeping

bout things left bereft

or out the nether sphere

sudden on the stark of seeing

forgot what love bequeathed?

I tell you this

I will not wholly sleep

nor slumber asking why

but all this shit

cast to bails and keep

for yet another mucking sty

nor wondering on vacant ways

shall folly tempt determination

in what it owns of fleeting days

that ponder much discrimination

it's done, it's done

it's yet in doing

all this wayling ken

who run, and run

pretending fun

in what has ever been

but what we make of worthy days

no loss forestalled, illumination

yet bestows upon our ways

the answer, each deliberation

it calls to m

your steady light

in question of that past...

It ponders coming, going

seeking ways for wishing

and the noble things that last...

lingering upon the embedded hearth

it wafts along the scent of rosy gardens

and the shade of cool spring brooks

the fountain poured below

a kind refreshing

or sturdy upon the hardened facts

seeks to rule the shades and nooks

among the mountains

sown for deep attending...

such awful sight

such fierce and honored cause

holding fast as tight

as sailors to the main

against all crashing loss...

pretty heroes

braided thoughts in lay to Fortune

Aser kin of Bridges and Borders

and Ways...

hurrah, they stand and stow!

Gods help me speak

more plain…

it was my loss

some short time ago

to feel your wondering

though I count it false

to kiss another then blow

ever to the pleasant pondering.

I rightly see

and ought confess

some wrong my way attending...

I lay upon the raging sea

and dragons dress

for righteousness and truth befriending;

so if I smoke and smolder

it is no fault of them or thine

but stench of me in Mordor

holding back volcanic times.

Pray thee, clap upon the steerage

this ship of state intend

for sail to life and noble peerage

we share and would defend.

It's not that I await your way

nor bend in knee to what I've done

but that another living day

shall lift to light our dipping sun

more wonder of wonders

ancient wending

worlds to wandering

bound or loosing horns

the potent thing

groaning to be born

for might and satiate of each betrothed

our common heart;

we learn to better own

though I clearly know

what acid belching alarms

for extreme and violent conception

or what dragons breathing performs

for quaking in the mist and power

to shake the norms

or stretch the weaving of the Norns

caught as we catch, or can

from contest fall through light to Oblivion

too fast, almost, for angelic flight

in what the ancient heart withstands

of every loss

and willing…

I fall, I fall

through stepped kingdoms

seeking yet our All…

forestall, forestall

my palling Aeons

and let the halls

of risen hope be sped

to each in all and all in each, foregone

for hope of life and lightning streaming.

I know you well then

when your interest rose to thought

and conversation bent

our own ideas, free begot

no complicated mass

thy soul aspires

my own is passed

if thy hope retires

and leaves all cast

to that merely admired

I wish more than I can keep

and embrace as broad as my arms

extending to better reap

my kind to bursting barns

I would thy salvation stow

to temples of this quavered mind

some portion of thy whole

to fit the narrow recess I've designed

I pad thy bed and fluff thy noble rest

in honor of thy bleeding past

that hangs

like crimson curtains

thy best

and musings

of seeming certain

what more is left

our bower to maintain

of what bereft

for power to retain?

we shall maintain

as we have lived

and nothing gain

save that we give

what is the same

of faint believing

for equality, arranged

lend thy self, I say

and burden all tomorrow

if but thy present slain

to free aught guilt or sorrow

perhaps I speak more plainly

and lift a thought to paradise

as it seems to me

and mainly

just express my innocent surprise

of what allays to see:

pages of a Gallery

set nice among the things

and orbs of Fantasy

set to stage what wonder rings

tidings of the awful time

and ends the soul a searching

for whole or rounded kinds

of personality or proven being...

is this enough

or shall we delve

the empty space of seeming

speak...relief to all

the many healed

for fullness of the time believing?

bid me raze

no idle edifice

nor hasty

under a shadow phase

send rushing to amaze

this world

or bless

the wasting days

my worth unfurled

upon their empty guess...

it's all well and good

you distend upon my idle dares

and all this wishing, understood

make gold from straws of care

I bid thee make

what all of wishing you may prove

and every loosened stake

uproot and plant on borders of thy good

I will not tempt upon dismay

to force thy wayling days

nor bend thy thoughts arrayed

in service of some lesser way

but set upon my stone

I wonder yet to life

what is lost, what I own

of all this riven strife

match this University of Thought

and fly to meet thy wishing

from sweat of brow

and blood of sorrow bought

to reap and sow

thy noble contriving

binding and loosing All

brickyards, brickyards

build up the brickyards

thy ken awake

and this relate...

fix it soon

change as the moon

and everything ingratiate

catch the fate

and steady as the noon

tear down folly to mediate

my brickyards

brickyards

build up the brickyards

Happy Jupiter's Day!

Thor's Hammer wafts the Air

and smotes upon the smoking Mountain...

Allay Allay Allay

Aser kin the gods forbear

to ridge along the vaulted Ceilings

remake, remake, remake

these sacred halls befallen

and all the loss of Summer, retake

to gain of Father calling...

thy members all betake"

Durandus von Meissen-

Author and Architect

BeingQuest.com

Recent Transcription

I just finished this, which is a Work of those days from the 8th to the 12th of Nov

some of which you will recognize

though not of Verse

but of Vision...kiss:

Be sure

it's not because I prefer this Polar Stance

but because it is yet necessary

as being born

upon this Darkened Valley of Death

I set to Stage a Confrontation

in Witness of the gods...

and Mars, being bold as ever

rushed to see

face to face

which on the 9th

we set to contest...

He wasted much of his Flock

thinking to save his Satyr

whom I let go

or would have smote him dead

for all the proud raging he has made...

only for the Promise

he reconciled himself

and I relented

though it cost him

most his flock...

then I took to the deepest Dark

and strode upon the Templed Floors

of Hestia, upon whose Court

was Candelabra

heaved of Ivy, ancient as the Dawn

and Lave

set before the Oaken Sanctuary

of her dreaded Memory...

I did not linger there

but quick, like one who strays

from whorehouse to Sanctum

off those Earthen Floors

and squatted upon the Edge

asking out loud in awed wonder-

what manner of Shrine is this?!

I knew where I was

and what I was doing

not so Surprised as I confess

but it is Potent

to stride upon the Sacred

as if dreaming

though full awake

and Face to Face in Time

or Eternity, together met

see what others only imagine...

as if one on the sudden

as tangible as the Rock

put their hands upon the Horns

and shook the Heaven's Corners.

It was during this these days

and sometime till about the 11th

that I made contest with the Dragon

Face to Face...

for he could not deny

any longer

what I had done, or was doing

to unravel his devices

and wring down

his corrupt Princes

of this World

and fix them

upon the Alter.

If I could say

what it was like

to Face this Serpent

I would compare

what it would be

for the Sparrow

to front upon a Lion...

and he growled

as if in scoff

of my little form.

I did not care

though I knew

how awful was his Force

and how raging he would make

on me and mine

if I did not pierce him through.

So, I showed him some Surprise

which he may have guessed

but doubted

being so accustomed

to have his way

with mere men...

on the Sudden

I clasped my Belt

strung my Gauntlet

and pulled it tight

reached for my Hammer

and rung him on the Head

such a blow

as made him dizzy...

while he was dazed

and stumbling backward

I was patient

gave a chuckle

and turned aside

to grasp my Boots of Iron

pulling them up

watching him still

shaking his head

amazed

from my Alabaster Box

grabbed the Pearly Stone

and bent my way upon him...

we were caught up in the Air

as if the Heavens ordained

the Contest

and all around

the Hosts came Rushing...

I laughed out loud

and Athene roared to my side

not too close

for she is want

to let things be

but is first among the embattled.

As if passing a note

between lovers

who do not wish others see

what their romantic way means

when they play together

and flirt their hearts for Friendship

she passed me her Aegis

just then yanked

from out the Golden Hall

and I

winking at her

strode upon the now raging Beast

under foot, my Peacocks Tail.

What could he do?

But Face to Face

he met his match in Me

and

opening his vast Maw

in thought to gulp me down

flew upon me...

with my Left foot

I caught his upper jaw

which Viper's Trap

pierced through my Heel

and with my Right

stomped on his lower...

there we turned and twisted in the Air

Gold and Red and Green

flashing thunders

Blue and White streaming

like Flame from out the Match.

Such roaring men cannot imagine

or if they could

let them remember

what Helena performed

not long ago

and covered most the Land

West of the Mississippi

and laid low whole forests

in the Blast.

Now I had him

though he had me too

and all the Hosts held their breath

anticipating what to come

may prove of Ancient Hope

as the darling child

of Cere's Hearth

had grown mature

and had no longer relaxed

the fierce intention

to remedy the Wrong of Aeons.

From my Purse

I drew out the Pearly Stone

and raising it on the Air

screamed bloody murder

shaking the Gorgon's Shield

in his Face

then let fly

the Stone down his Maw...

it was the rending of Mountains

but soon enough I recovered it

and like the Physician

draws poison from a wound

drew out the Stone

and placed it back

where it belonged.

So as he coughed and spewed

and shook Chaos from his Mane

I clasped him by the neck

and ripped his spinal scales

from off him

like a zealous Groom

might rip the dress

from off his sweaty

and ambitious Bride

within their Chamber...

I snapped it like a whip

from off him

and with a breath

turned scales to chain of Ruby

and flung it back

where Athene, yet in wait

wrung it on the Air

in shout of Victory

as the Hosts clamored

stomping on the Benches

of their Seven Fold Arena.

Ares hastened then

more close than the rest

save Athene

and Apollo with his bow

and Hephaestus...

each had a work now

and I waved them on-

Come catch him!

Ares gripped him by the tail

and underneath

they set to fix this Monger...

Apollo bent his Golden Bow

and pierce him through the gut;

like a Hook

it turned again

and wrenched him firm

the Line of Time tied tight

while Hephaestus

his finest Metal block in hand

clapped it to the String

and looking up

they winked...

I yanked my Left from off his Tooth

and drew back my Right

we all stepped away upon the Air

and down he fell

roaring and twisting

all Dismayed...

we all chuckled

and as he fell

I shouted-

Good luck with That...

it is the best Magnet

he ever made!

Below, the Naiads waited

standing up to their waists

in the Sea

and watched him fall

roaring all the way

and smoking Rage of Torment...

Princesses among them

stood together

watching all the while

and glad for the Event

for they knew

how long this Fiend

had frothed their Waters

and let loose men

to cruel abuse

of their darling pets.

Here he comes...

make ready, one said

and another

holding in hand

a crystal jar

charged with Lightning Seed

they whittled off Neptune's Triton

when he slept

and they combed his tresses...

standing together

yet another

in playful taunting asked her

who held the Vessel-

Can you throw it that far?

They all laughed

and she replied

with a wink-

not so far as he shall fall

but far enough for him to know

we have not forgot

his wrong upon the Sacred Hearth...

and she cried-

this is for Persephone!

then aiming well

she tossed it...

which just under

the Dragon's Course of falling

plopped upon the glassy Sea

and sunk before him.

Another, holding Demeter's Sickle

raised up her arm

and flung it down the deep

in equal aim

and just upon the Verge of the Sea

when this wretched Monger

would have quenched his raging

BOOM

the Sickle met the Crystal Urn

and opened up a Chasm

and as Moses parted the Wave

so the Sea

like a toilet drain

sucked down a Funnel of Torrent

and the Beast fell still

upon the Air

and every step of falling

his hope to quench their Ire

escaped him

like Sisyphus

and pending on his Capture

Neptune blew upon his Rocks

and smote the Deep Abyss

another Falling...

so he Fell, and Fell, and Fell

while all the Hosts

sung Hurrahs of Victory

and Praised their Ancient Hope

which Generation proved in Time

and wrought forth

their Golden Child

from Demeter's Lap

and Gaia's sweet dream

their Force of Knowing All!

Ainu

Aser

Azeroth

(Nov. 12, 2003)

One Evening

Deep of Winter

I climbed the Frosty Mountain

pursued by Wolves

with Club in Hand...

I would have struck them

for I like it not

when the Savage

keep close upon my Heel.

But, making Space between us

I scaled the sacred Birch

high upon the steep Mountain side...

yet, being too much of weight

it broke underneath me

and I fell, tumbling into the Sea.

There, the Ice Burghs floated

and round the Circulation went

upon the Mountain...

I saw it then

floating on the Wave

the Stalk of History

engraved with Ivory Runes

Mystery of the Church

whom some know

is Mary

and on this Trunk

I read the Stars

and fixed in mind

the Origins and End of All...

thus clinging to it

like flotsam

on the Face of the Deep

I let myself go

as the Current took me.

Coming round again

I saw something

deep in the Waters...

and my Companions too

said-

let's dive

it is our only hope

or waiting here

we will die.

We dove then

and swam for the Mountain's Cave...

just a bit

and up again we came

caverned Mystery of Time

deep under the Surface

while there, upon the Walls

like Idols in a Temple

recessed, there stood

one after another

ancient Being...

and Triceratops among them said-

He comes

We are undone!

Then like dominos

they lurched into the Dark

and were gone under the Wave.

We came upon the inner Shore

and espied before us

two ways...

one to the Right

one to the Left

and one lead Companion said-

we dare not know

which way to go

but you

you sing best;

choose one...

and so I did

and chose the Left

more dark

and more awful.

Passing through the Gate

and walking for a Moment

in pitch Dark

we opened up into another Cave

and there, upon the wall

to our Right

was a Crystal Mirror

Clear and azure Blue

as the Noon Day Sky...

Rising from out the Waters

as far as the Eye could espy

rose Thrones and Powers

and Nymphs and Cherubim

and little Cupids, dancing about...

all of them singing in Concert

such Beauty of Song

and I

raptured with the sight

sang along the same

and we all

peered at each other

in Praise of Glory...

Hurrah, we had come

and set our Feet

upon the Circle of the Deep!

Still, another Cave was there

again, to our Left

and I led the way

to front upon a Deeper Dark

as if we could have thought

there was such.

But shortly we saw a Light

and found it was a Hearth

and there, picking at the Coals

was an Old Man

mumbling to himself...

so we sat down

round about

to hear what he was saying.

Soon enough we discerned

he was telling how it was

in the Beginning

and how

he tended yet these Coals

Deep upon the Mountain Roots...

then glancing up

there was a Shore just there

and we were next another Sea

more Silent than the Night...

and from this Darkest Waters

crawled out

like a mudpuppy

a One Eyed Fish

who resting next the Fire

looked up at my Companions

then turning toward me

Winked, and smiled

as if it knew

why we were there

and that it too came

to hear the Story.

Ainu

Aser

Azeroth

(1992)

I let myself fall

It was an overcast day

and I walked upon the Path

wherein I was born...

down upon the Hill I went

and with the speed

of winged feet

and light as Air

I climbed the Walls

Horizontal to their Vertical

and rushed along them

in Circuit of going...

then I espied there

my lovely Daughter

lonely as a Sparrow

and abandoned by men

to wander at the Foot

of my rushing

and weeping silently

mourned her lonely desperation.

Not stopping on my flight

I snatched her up in my Arms

and, bent to release her cry

stopped suddenly

fixing Speed of Going

in point of Change

at the Foot of the Hill

and, Force to Measure

cast her up

through the Mist

into the bosom of the Sky

in rest of Security.

There she remained

and cried no more

my darling

infant Queen.

Then, for me

the Sky opened up

and there I saw

where I was Before...

Golden mane

bright as the sun

and golden band

upon my upper Arm

Left, in Force of Might...

then

there behind the Vision

appeared 4 smiles in succession

then 3 frowns

and I turned

and found myself in the Woods

another, in Shadow image of my Self.

Grey, and Green, and Earthly smeared

with muck and mire

he curled his finger at me

Face to face

and drew me on into the Woods...

I could not help but follow

then saw him dive

into the Earth

a Rabbit's hole, it seemed

and after him I went...

tight as Elephant squeezing

my chest and head and arms and legs

and barely breathing

cried-

O Great God

help me now

and do not let me fail!

My Shadow all the while

with his crooked finger

waved it in my Face

smiling and sneering all the Time-

Keep coming.

I closed my eyes

and trusted to my prayer...

then spit like soap

from out the wetted hands

I lurched from out the Dark

into the care of men...

he turned me

and I sat silent in his hands

a little thing

then on the sudden

he clipped my peg

and I jerked upon the Stroke

embraced the Moon

in full splendor

my Arms spread out

and breathed deep the Air...

this was my Birth and Circumcision

Selah.

Ainu

Aegis

Aeger

Aser

Azeroth

(1989)

It was an open Plane

and I strode upon it

stomping

underneath

my Horse

snorting and charging.

It was sheer Will

and Force of Determination

pending to the Mountain...

there, upon the Foot

I lurched upon the Rocks

and, unwrapping my Blue Cape

flung it upon the broken Oak

where under, it vanished...

but in the rush of Force

another, who stood upon the Rocks

and peered upon the Field

in Grey, dressed like myself

in Cape and Coat

fell backward, bloody and dead.

Striding then upon the Rocks

I found his place, and turning

raised up my Right Arm

and cried upon the Field-

It is Finished...

the Battle is Done.

A great Hurrah broke upon the Air

and both Blue and Grey embraced...

their whole Company became Friends.

From every direction

on could hear

gladness and praise and mercy.

Then turning to my Left

I saw along the Mountain's side

a Train of Glory...

Wagons and White Horses

Gold trimmed Majesty of Wheels

and Red glistening upon the Boards

that made for their Transport.

It was a Wonder

and as I watched

Elders, in black coats

and White vestments

tipped their Hats to me

as trotting along

the White Horses stomped

Dignity and Wealth

and Noble birth their Way

as they ascended

the circumventing Road

in Quest of Heights

their City on a Hill.

Then once their Train passed bye

and all was Silent

I descended from the Rock

and set upon their Path

striding downward.

There, along my Left

along the whole Way

were darling young

all dressed in White

and Eyes, full of Tears

as they peered upon me

still striding slow

love of them, and innocence

filling the Air...

they were embroidered

boys and girls

in fine borders of delicacy

and I knew

for whom I strove

and for whose life

I was committed...

I let drop my tears

and groaned to embrace them

but, so many they were

as far as the Eye could see

and no seeming end to my descent.

It was Time

and they were Our darling Seed.

I had to stop

I had to be near them

some one, if at least

to hear a word

from out their angelic lips.

Drawing near

one cried aloud

though like doves cooing-

Will you tell us how

you endured this Trial?

I broke in heart

but did not show

how many tears I knew

now understanding better

for whom I strove

but silently moving

I took from off my Helm

an Emblem

and reaching upon their lovely form

pinned them with it

and let them see

a tear or two

of what I wished

for Truth and Innocence.

All at once, they all sobbed

but not as men do

only one sob

then a rolling shout

as sparrows give in the nest

when Parents bring some food.

I stepped back then

and looked along the way

from back to front

they filled the Road

and stood there

some little tear

like mine

dressed their rosy faces

and I bent my Course

yet descending

as they watched

more safe than Angels

in the hand of God.

Ainu

Aegis

Aeser

Aser

Azeroth

A

"i have to keep remembering i don't own these things...:)

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

not always can the logic of the waves n flow
find reason
just to be observed
perhaps the eyes of dragons or
re members
grabs her by the foot

and choice?

to drag the snarling creature with its teeth in ankle
cross the templed floors
or then again
cut off the very foot
to which it clings
proceed to mend and limp the ages
…..neither
she lifts her foot
away from off his grasp
as if she too
was pierced upon the heel
as our sweet prince
and follow ways to slay such fear or dread
that wears the mask of ages past
for now they are but dreams and photos
of her kind
not prophecy of times to come
for some have seen
in vision art and dreams

so now she kisses injured feet
washes with her hair
and swaths it both with
spikenard and linen

fierce our times
each moment
as a token of the things to come…

i know working the dragon would bring things up from the deep
in sleep
this is just about some of my
personal demons dear one
so bear with me if I share sometimes
kiss

....about healing the woman in us all

not that i have to explain

................................................

not always can the logic of the waves n flow

find reason

just to be observed

perhaps the eyes of dragons or

re members

grabs us by the foot

and choice?

to drag the snarling creature with its teeth in ankle

cross the templed floors

or then again

cut off the very foot

to which it clings

proceed to mend and limp the ages

…..neither

i for one would lift my foot

away from off his grasp

as if i too

was pierced upon the heel

with fang

as our sweet prince

and follow ways to slay such fear or dread

that wears the mask of ages past

for now they are but dreams and photos

of our kind

not prophecy of times to come

i know that some have seen

in vision art and dreams

so now i kiss the injured foot

wash it with my hair

and swath it both with

spikenard and linen

fierce our times

each moment

as a token of the things to come…

and

if

he should venture to the hearth of self

or venture to the garden of the soul

such strange reflections of such things

not now

or ever in the mind of man

or woman

rests and waits

we talk of templed floors

but so much more

… the threshold of the heart

so rather than be once again a pesky hound of god/goddess

rather that i say the realm

of want or need can never once exceed

the gifts at hand

for this i pray the words of

distant horizons

other times and spaces

readying

our arrival

at

ports of wonder…

when all the boom and tremor of the day

had had its play and bent those things we formed

somewhat

and put our heart to lend upon the alter

one can not but be reminded

of the ways that less than serve creation’s mend

for this i send engravings on the sword

the brush of love’s intent

and hold the tempered steel

finer hairs in hand

it tests the edge of heart

our heart

some imperfections

course reminder of the will

still to be forged from finer steel

(so much yet to be done)

the form of word and brush

your word the heart

my paint the blood

renewing with the pages inked in flesh

reminders

of the storms in cycles of the ebb n flow

there’s more to come

but never did they take to mind

relentless nature of

the heart

the orchestration

ha

all that comes to shape the clay

the stand

the hand

the cutter’s tools of kind

the brush

the pen

and things that shape the mind

but i digress

the setting of the now is turning fast

to face the form we set to real

no matter if the hammer or the steel

breaks flesh or pride or mind

as long as movement isn’t ceased

as long as hand can lift to form

creation has it’s way

with this i say from heart

this i say from will

it will be completed

you have my promise

you have my love

that's all

kiss my face…

Solstice

breath held

swish of white garments

crystal petals

in rush of a new flow

a moment’s pause

…less than soft steps

heard

witnessed

in the night

quickening

Her return

toward the warmth

of the Lover

once again…"

talasa