Labyrinth Of Your Heart
Angeliad of Surazeus
2009 Episodes Volume 1
Surazeus Astarius Jesuvius Gothinus
Angelus of Anglonesia
Smashwords Edition 1, January 2010
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Canta Leonorae
Sumus e unum deo plures dei
et e pluribus deis unum deus.
Veritas vincit totos tyrannos
per est Terra numquam inversum.
Ubicumque in Terrae migro
mei pectus est mei domus.
Mater Prima in Lacus Oraculus
aperit vera Adventus Astarae.
Song of the Golden Lion
We are out of one god many gods
and out of many gods one god.
Truth conquers all tyrants
for Earth is never upside down.
Wherever on Earth I roam
my heart is my home.
First Mother in Dream Lake
reveals true coming of Ishtar.
Days Of Water And Light
2009 01 01
Bright days flow past like water
so we cup our hands and drink
deep sorrows and joys of this life
till our souls dissolve in spirit sea
to dream days of water and light.
Dark fears claw from our minds
ripping flower gardens of desire
so we hoe with blistered hands
and replant seeds of stubborn hope
to dream days of water and light.
I drive my daughters and wife
in frozen car from blinding snow
over mountains of iron and bones
safe to play on sun-gold beach
to dream days of water and light.
I watch faces of family and friends
ten thousand years floating around me
like fireworks popping eyes in vast sky
that illuminate my way on road of life
to dream days of water and light.
I sit with family writing in books
in a cozy chalet by a sparkling sea
and wonder if Earth finds same spot
in our universe with each new year
to dream days of water and light.
Our souls are dancing spirit flames
six billion minds in bodies of flesh
forming One Mind of Eternal God
who sees itself through all our eyes
to dream days of water and light.
Bright centuries swirl like sea waves
we sail from lands torn by crazy war
and change wilderness into paradise
building gardens where we play safe
to dream days of water and light.
Mistress Of Book House
2009 01 02
Small girl stares numb at frozen corpse
of her mother as sun sinks in flames
and she shivers alone in dark gloom.
Stars glitter in ice as he hugs herself.
Hot breath envelopes her so she nestles
against warm belly and drifts into sleep
relaxing in soft embrace of a large spirit.
Sun gleams gold and small girl wakes
cuddling with a large warm gold leopard
who purrs and licks her soft skin clean
then trots away to distant white hills.
Small girl picks up bones of her mother
and taps them clacking slow on her skull.
Horn blows soft on wind like bird chirp
and she remembers following her mother
up ziggurat steps to feast around hearths
and listening to women in white robes
sing ancient stories from long scrolls.
Small girl walks toward high ziggurat
enormous square mountain of steps
where thousands of mud and stick huts
cluster around gardens and cool pools.
Five hours she walks slow among camps
past flapping tents with large crowds
of people chanting or dancing circles
or feasting on roasted lamb and cakes.
Smiling woman offers her bowl of stew
and glass of fruit juice and ripe raisins.
Eight women in white robes and rings
of gold around their heads sit straight
at wood benches and dip feather quills
in dark liquid and make marks on scrolls.
Small girl stops and stares fascinated
as marks become pictures she understands
so she touches cheek of young woman
with long black hair and dark green eyes.
Teach me how to show others my dream.
My mother became a leopard she whispers
bathing and wearing white robe each day
as old woman places ring around her head.
Jewel on gold band gleams casting light
on parchment as she learns picture words.
I name you Ses-Hat Mistress of Book House
old woman smiles then lies down and dies
and her body dissolves to dust as her soul
wakes inside young girl who palms hands
then opens hands and catches blossoms
of an apricot tree that flutter in a breeze.
Walking behind Atum transcribing words
he speaks as he organizes business projects
Ses-Hat measures time and space in marks
and draws map of Awenu city of ziggurats.
Flock of Ibis flutter long white wings
so she smiles as she measures foundation
for house of books she designs on page
which masons build heaving large stones.
Looking up from scroll picturing library
she watches it rise on pillars and walls
full of desks and shelves for new scrolls.
Sitting at large desk in House of Books
Ses-Hat welcomes visitors to her library
and helps them browse shelves of scrolls
till they find text then she accepts coins
of gold or gems as payment for a copy.
Dipping Ibis quill in ink she transcribes
dreams of men and women who lived
so long ago to preserve their memories
then rolls scroll and hands it with a bow
to customers who return to their temples.
Voices chanting hymns rise in evening
as people gather around hearths to pray.
Guarding wood doors to House of Books
Ses-Hat watches army of men in iron
who hack and burn Awenu city of ziggurats
killing men and raping women in gangs
who pillage gold and jewels from statues.
Weeping in despair she watches helpless
as they rampage through House of Books
burning a thousand years of sacred texts.
Words of their memories disappear lost
in roaring flames and their ancient souls
swirl into blue sky on howling black smoke.
Sitting at her desk amid blackened ruins
and piles of ash after pillaging army leaves
Ses-Hat unrolls new blank scroll open flat
then dips Ibis quill in black octopus ink.
Her hand trembles as quill hovers still.
How could I remember all I transcribed
so I may write them again from memory
she whispers and a tear from her eye
smears drop of ink that spreads in circle
forming reflection of her own silent face.
Old woman with long hair turned white
writes drawing dreams in picture words
as flowers and fruit trees blossom again
and she fills a thousand scrolls with songs
that flow in silent harmony from her heart.
Cambra And Jorthe Unite
2009 01 03
Cambra raises her arms toward silver sky
holding Yew wand with Sparrow Hawk feathers
that flutter in freezing wind as she chants
flame of life glow warm in our aching hearts.
My grandfather Janus who guarded door
in temple of Jupiter on Capitolinus Hill
placed laurel wreath of Diana on my head
and placed her moon Yew bow in my hand.
My mother Diana married noble Belinus
son of Apollonia Queen of Avalon Island
where she healed warriors wounded in war
and aided women giving birth to children.
Thirty women in long fluttering red capes
surround her as she stands firm on high rock
then Priestess of Jorthe bearing Oak wand
steps forward and shouts you must leave.
I am Jorthe daughter of a thousand Jorthen
and I will defend my people from your men
who kidnap girls and make them bear children
then she hurls sharp spear straight at her heart.
Cambra twirls knocking spear into Rhenus River
where it floats away bouncing on wild waves
then somersaults to face Jorthe in fierce battle
wands clashing as they shout magic spells.
Leaping and twirling faster than lightning eyes
Cambra defeats Jorthe knocked to her knees
who grips hands and waits for her swift death
but Cambra clasps her shoulders with a smile.
Rise and be my sister for I need your help
to train men in art of treating women well
to protect them and build them warm shelters
and bring them food when they are pregnant.
Help me teach man to guard life of his bride
and help her raise her children from his seed
teaching them to speak and use their hands
to craft wood and stone into wagons and tools.
Our tribes are always fighting over land
and apple trees and blue lakes full of fish
and brides to bear children of our souls
but we must marry our clans to become one.
Jorthe rises and stares into her bright eyes
then bows her head and shouts for all to hear
I give you my heart so you may guide my hands
so we may unite our tribes in one strong clan.
White Hawk Of Sgeldar
2009 01 04
Stars sparkle on faces of sleeping souls
huddled together among rustling trees
in small vale near gushing Rhenus River.
Antenor tugs at his long flowing beard
sitting awake long after they fell asleep
and thinks about everything he must do
to keep protect their lives as he guides
their way through unknown wilderness
in long search for a safe land to rebuild.
Wheels of wagons were repaired with wood
and children who wandered far were found
and more chickens were found and caged
and young horses trained to haul wagons
and lost pregnant cows were found again
and firewood was collected with sharp axes
and barrels filled with apples and walnuts
and arguments over would would marry
prettiest girls were settled with contests
and elders who died were buried with prayers
and what else should I remember before dawn.
How far we traveled these twelve winters
leaving old crowded city for new lands north
for we walked over hills and in dark woods
and across vast plains under shining sun
and over high passes in cold swirling snow
but always following flow of Rhenus River
that guides our path to far Gothinian Sea
where open lands wait for us to build towns
and farms and ranches for children to grow.
Leaning against trunk of ancient wise Oak
Antenor listens to whispers in a soft wind
and hears a young woman with shining hair
gold as summer sun and eyes green as rain
sing sweet melody to weave visions of life
with enchanting voice that thrills his heart.
Touching her shoulder he stirs her awake
and leans close to kiss her strawberry lips
and wraps her warm soft body in his arms
to fill her heart with eternal spirit of his life.
Sgeldar gasps as his soul sparks new life
in her womb at flash of three shooting stars
then she turns and sees a large white hawk
with gold glowing eyes on black Oak limb.
Our souls mingle and become one new soul
she whispers in his ear as her secret mind
flashes bright with white light of creation.
Eyes open in her belly as she falls asleep
drifting in dream on raft of pine branches
and tries to speak but her voice is clogged
with fear as she watches her father killed
by a dozen men piercing him with spears.
Waking in dawn glow of cool morning air
Sgeldar sits up on bear fur rugs on wagon
that rolls over vast meadow of high flowers
waving in wind as thousands of people walk
and their voices rise in hum of wordless chant.
Looking up she sees face of Antenor concentrate
as he stares into mist and his hands clutch
brass scepter with a large emerald jewel
set in a circle and cross as it flashes bright
casting sun rays in beams of golden glow.
Sgeldar leans her head on his lap and sings
I wandered lost and alone till you found me
and now my soul soars like a hawk so free.
Witches Of Wirthan
2009 01 05
In close circles of souls we gather to share
dreams of our hearts and visions of our eyes
in words we sing from warm breath of life
that swirl down from mountain in Spring
melting snow that flows in sparkling streams.
Witches of Wirthan stream from stone towers
and gather on lawn in sparkling Spring sun
wearing white robes and excited at rite
of graduation as three witches ascend stage
preparing to bestow honors on young girls.
Witsan young witch wearing white gown
stands proud holding her magic willow wand
in line with witches in castle of white stone
where she lived twelve years learning arts
of herbs and cooking and preparing meals.
Old woman in black robe on stage throne
beckons each girl step forward to receive
medallion of gold to hang around her neck
so they stand as her daughter in red robe
bestows honor of graduation in sun disk.
Young woman in green appears in a panic
ringing gold bell shouting here they come
so hundreds of girls in white gowns scramble
and hide in stone towers when large gang
of horsemen arrive to kidnap new brides.
Witsan runs toward tower just as wood door
is slammed shut and bolted so she shrieks
and presses back against door as horsemen
appear twirling ropes to kidnap young girls
but they all are hiding except one pretty girl.
Comte Fredegard on prancing white horse
laughs looking down at cute frightened girl
and shouts at least I will get another bride
then twirls rope but Witsan slips its loop
and grabs tight then slips it over wood post.
Bending low she slips under rearing horse
and slices saddle cinch with small knife
then slips aside when haughty count falls
landing smack on his back gasping for breath
then she leaps over him as he tries to grab.
Flopping on his belly count grunts in pain
then she slips lasso noose around his wrists
and binds him tight to tall wooden post
carved with face of her grandmother Gwitalia
so when he revives he finds himself bound.
Comte Fredegard laughs with sparkling eyes
what a wonderful intelligent girl you must be
to trick and capture me with your sharp wits
but she stands before tall man hands on hips
and berates him for kidnapping young girls.
Marry me and wear crown of gold and gems
he smiles and I will name you my comtesse
and I will give you control over all my lands
and children you bear from my seed will rule
many generations with justice of your heart.
Witsan glares I think you are trying to trick me
for how do I know you would keep your word
unless you order your men to free all our girls
and you give money to support this college
to train young girls in wise arts of witchcraft.
Three women in black and red and green arrive
and old woman Godina places hand on shoulder
of young girl and nods you are wise to mistrust
for his words are honey but his deeds are poison
and once you are in castle you will be his slave.
Long ago he tricked me with his sweet lies
and he enslaved me for more than three years
but I escaped with child I bore from his seed
and I sacrificed that boy on altar of Belinus
so his evil soul will not have new life on Earth.
Old count glares and shouts in wild angry rage
I will kill you old witch and struggles to escape
so Witsan alarmed slashes knife on his throat
and his words fall silent as his hot blood flows
and he hangs limp bleeding onto dusty ground.
Blood spurts and stains her white gown red
in dripping stripes and Witsan steps back
astonished at her action meting out justice
but three witches praise her action for good
as girls emerge again from towers of stone.
Godina sits again on throne of judgment
and proclaims one among you proved heart
of her soul is strong with courage for truth
so I appoint her messenger and guardian
then places ring of gold on her bowed head.
Witsan blushes as girls cheer and applaud
then someone hands her goblet of juice
so she drinks and they dance and feast
gathering at round tables under silver moon
to celebrate graduation for Witches of Wirthan.
Lion Of Gaza
2009 01 06
Whistle of a bird shrieks loud to explode
as three bombs blast a store and a school
splattering bones and blood on old walls
of stone where Assad crouches in shadow
hovering over his wife Akilah whose arms
clutch small girl Mawiyah close to her heart.
Splinters of bones and stone and wood
rain down upon his back then his hand
caresses cheek of his daughter and wife
as their dark eyes stare at him in grim fear
so he peers around looking for escape route
through eyes caked with dust and despair.
Refusing to look back at bombed out ruins
of home where his grandfather and father
were born and raised him to a young man
Assad Lion of Gaza guides wife and child
running in moment of calm between blasts
over piles of rubble and charred corpses
to small tunnel down into cool silent cave.
Cradling Akilah and Mawiyah to his heart
Assad drifts restless in exhausted sleep
where he climbs winding path of broken rocks
in blistering sun glare on white mountain
but pauses when he sees a golden lion
at mouth of a cave so he offers it a bowl
of water when a dove lands on his shoulder.
Assad steps inside cave while lion drinks
and finds old man with long silver beard
in white robe sitting before flickering fire
who raises left hand high above his head
then opens his fingers and a spider descends
on shimmering thread to weave a mask
he wears illuminating his face in moon glow.
Three girls wearing black robes appear
chanting as they offer him three plates
and first plate has a skull with watching eyes
and second plate has a rotting red apricot
and third plate has a ribbon-bound scroll
so Assad unrolls new scroll with both hands
and reads death walks about like a hungry lion.
Nine iron dragons devour innocent lambs
but when blue lion battles against red lion
then young princess with a lamb shall change
into white dragon with green eyes to reign
as queen over empire of many warring tribes
uniting their souls in marriage and children
who worship together in Temple of Truth.
Barrage of bombs from rumbling war tanks
shakes Assad awake with a startled gasp
so his arms tighten around Akilah who sighs
in sleep and he gazes at her thin gaunt face
and his heart aches with grim sorrow to see
his love suffering fear and thirst without hope.
Eyes of his daughter Mawiyah are open wide
and gaze at him with bold innocent trust
so Assad smiles and caresses her soft cheek
whispering I will keep you alive with love
for destruction of war like a storm will pass
and together we will plant herbs and grapes
in a garden by a river sparkling with sunlight.
Mawiyah smiles hearing only his soft voice
though bomb blasts boom under silver skies
and her hand clutches his forefinger tight
when a gold lion sits beside them in gloom.
Library Of Arcadian Heroes
2009 01 07
Rain patters on her white frilly umbrella
as Clara walks narrow sidewalk at dusk
past iron lamp posts glowing bright gold.
Street cars crowded with people clatter
bells dinging loud over and down a hill
so she breathes deep fresh evening air.
Long white dress swishes around her legs
and her Victorian boots clack on stones
glistening gold from light of gas lamps.
Clara adjusts round glasses on her nose
and holds down lace hat on her curly hair
as she approaches red brick library hall.
Tall red brick walls with square windows
glimmer gold with lights after sunset
as she pushes through thick glass doors.
Clara pauses and folds her lace umbrella
and her heart pounds as she searches
faces and eyes of students at long tables.
Blushing at gaze of a young blond man
she turns and disappears among rows
of books running her finger along spines.
Finding Metamorphoses of Ovidius Naso
Clara slips into wood desk by a window
then reads both Latin and English text.
Melone nymph of apple trees and sheep
strolls in sunset herding sheep in a pen
between six apple trees with her staff.
Locking gate she climbs into apple tree
and nestles in tree house in wool cloak
eating an apple as sun gleams over hills.
Startled awake from sleep Apple Nymph
gazes down to see tall young blond boy
plucking a harp and singing sweet melodies.
Dropping from apple tree with a laugh
Melone glides in a slow graceful dance
touching his cheek with outstretched hand.
Their bodies transform into golden lions
and they run together over rolling hills
of blossoming flowers and apple trees.
Melone purrs and offers him an apple
whispering sweet Apollo of sunlit eyes
fill my heart with spirit of your love song.
Startled awake from sleep with heart
beating fast Clara sees young blond man
standing near as he pretends to read.
Peering close at title she sees Odyssey
upside down so she covers her mouth
giggling and their eyes meet in a flash.
Smoothing white dress with gloved hands
Clara puts on a serious face and explains
your book is upside down then giggles.
Looking bold in his eyes so bright blue
Clara reaches out her hand for a shake
and she smiles to see his nervous grin.
My name is Edwin he says and hesitates
then she points at chair so he sits close
and she smells apples and warm sheep.
Opening leather bag Edwin finds a bottle
and offers her apple juice and she smiles
accepting it blushing as their fingers touch.
Clara and Edwin in library of ancient heroes
talk about Arcadia by Sir Philip Sydney
how it influenced visions of eternal paradise.
Rain drops glitter gold from gas lamp light
on window where she sees their reflection
like Apollo and a Muse on Mount Parnassus.
Dream Of Our Universe
2009 01 08
He falls from hot orange flaming sky
and reaches out his hand to grab
a vine and swings into pink flowers
and rolls tumbling down steep hill
to fall in purple water and floats
in shimmering light watching flash
of truth at creation of our universe.
He swims toward large red oval gem
shimmering gold in Lake of Dreams
where green translucent angels appear
on fluttering wings who lean close
and gaze at him with almond eyes
then he pushes head into jelly egg
and squirms in heart of our universe.
He curls around tree in spiral dance
slithering up spine to flowering brain
where two green apples blink wide eyes
from emerald globes where history of life
flickers fast in shifting dramatic scenes
as he watches himself enter woman
and emerge a baby a trillion times
to regenerate eternal soul of our universe.
He leaps from tree diving into waves
of swirling ocean to dance along shore
of world island and crawls river stream
up high mountain of ice to warm cave
where he casts fire from lightning strike
and melts rock to forge scepter wand
encasing diamond eye of glowing sun
that aims laser beam to illuminate
path to heaven garden of our universe.
He carves mountain stone into blocks
and builds haven with circle of walls
surrounding high tower on pyramid
where woman in white gown ascends
to strum harp and sing magic spells
in siren voice guiding many lost souls
to stand on ziggurat steps and worship
working to build her vision of our universe.
He wrestles demonic vampire dinosaur
in thunder storm of crackling lightning
on broken mountain in battle of wits
and prevails hurling devil into dark abyss
watching him tumble broken from pride
then hobbles wounded in deserted maze
of ancient stone labyrinth to temple hall
where he bathes in pool of our universe.
He watches pale girl with black hair
swirling in wind around her dark eyes
dance before him with elegant arms
and her voice sweet as flowing honey
enchants his heart as her eyes flicker
so his holy spirit flows into her heart
and she creates a child from his soul
who suckles fresh milk of our universe.
He gives reincarnation of his soul
name of his father for he sees eyes
of his vision looking back at his face
then teaches him Secrets of Earth
how Sgyarth gave birth to Gearth
who sired Gelth farther of Gerthman
whose bride Galatia created my soul
so I name you Gothinius son of God
reborn from eternal seed of our universe.
He touches mirror in high castle tower
then rises slow on ancient weary legs
and stares down at plaza of heaven
teeming with craftsmen and bankers
then slips arms around waist of Girtha
whose belly swells ripe with his child
and whispers in her ear take this key
and reign as empress of our universe.
He cracks from egg of streaming light
breaking free again from flesh shell
and soars swift into Sea of Her Womb
gathering apples and pears in baskets
he carries to market around tall tower
where ancient wizard with young bride
chants magic spells and peers deep
in crystal ball to see visions of life
from big bang along flaring forth
to revolve this planet of our universe.
He falls from crystal blue frozen sky
and transforms into a black raven
who soars spiraling around high tower
where young girl with flaming hair
suckles new-born son in loving arms
who reaches out hand to touch raven
then gazes up into eyes of his mother
who sings secret dream of our universe.
Clovis Invades Slave Garden
2009 01 09
Screams of girls pleading in vain for help
ring in dark silent still forest of gloom
so Clovis grips stick and bag of stones
and runs leaping fast toward their cries
but skids to a halt at high stone wall.
Looking left and right in panic to help
Clovis pants and grits teeth in fierce rage
when girl cries stop hurting me and sobs
so his fingers and toes grip thick stone
muscles straining as he climbs slow
toward purple sky with patient groans.
Almost slipping back several times
Clovis summons determined strength
from gut of his soul to rescue girls
and heaves himself on top of stone wall
where he stares down shocked to see
hundreds of girls bound with ropes
in wood frames as a few dozen men
beat them or rape them and laugh.
Resting a moment to gather strength
for attack and battle he breathes deep
then howls and leaps into walled garden
swinging stick and throwing sharp stones
to bash skulls and break arms of men
naked and unarmed startled by attack.
Clovis cripples three and knocks out four
in first furious assault on evil slavers
then grabs knife and severs thick ropes
to free a dozen girls who grab sticks
and attack remaining men in wild fury
surrounding them as they stumble in fear
and tearing them apart to deal justice
till every man is killed and none escape.
Night falls shrouding forest in dim gloom
so girls pile slave frames in high heap
and cast fire of roaring orange-red flames
then dance and sing holding hands
in wild racous celebration of freedom
bodies writhing in golden moon glow.
Girls surround Clovis in sensuous desire
embracing him close in a warm group hug
kissing his mouth and clasping his thighs
in aching desire to taste his strong soul
moaning as they writhe in ecstatic cries
night after night in mind-flashing dance
of sweating bodies inside cold stone wall
where water bubbles fresh from deep well.
Three months later half a hundred girls
are pregnant so he organizes wood hunt
wearing hart horns and deer-hide cloak
for venison and nuts and berries and eggs
in ancient forest of sun-shimmering groves
gathering wood and food to prepare well
for frozen winter coming soon in cold winds.
Screams of girls giving birth to babies echo
in stone haven as other girls with bowls
of water run fetching cloth and hot soup
while Clovis moves from mother to mother
kissing his children and bestowing names
and gazing with love at each beaming girl
then hides in stone tower head in hands
wondering how will I keep them all healthy
fed and clothed and train them to survive.
Clovis stands guard in tower of cold stone
gazing down at children growing strong
who run in packs playing games of chase
laughing and shouting as they tumble
and wrestle and sing loud holding hands
as they dance around deep water well
then he hears clear rise over their voices
one girl standing alone under an apple tree.
I like to beam pictures with holy words
weaving thoughts from secret dreams
that flow from deep well of memories
and fill all hearts with sparkling streams.
Clovis kneels before his young daughter
with golden curls and sparkling blue eyes
then hands her harp from tower shelf
and smiles when she beams with joy
and strums strings making music ring
that enchants garden with sacred glow.
Dance In Maelonde Well Haven
2009 01 10
When my heart aches with sadness
longing to see faces of my friends
I climb high mountains of lost souls
to dance in Maelonde Well Haven.
Drum beats and heart-aching tunes
lure my feet over hills of Elf Haven
with longing to see eyes of my clan
to dance in Maelonde Well Haven.
I remember warm grip of their hands
when those I love welcome me home
so I join Elf Circle around moon fire
to dance in Maelonde Well Haven.
Broken Words
2009 01 11
Dancing on an ancient dragon skull
I laugh at books of broken words.
You cannot crown me your royal fool
though wolves and cows run in herds.
Flying swift among glass city towers
I read prophecies of broken words.
Girls in gowns pick blooming flowers
while boys with guns die in oil wars.
Wrestling ghosts of forgotten dreams
I hide my true feelings in broken words.
Hidden Dragon breaks from web beams
of steel egg that falls to Earth from stars.
Twanging guitar on cathedral stage
I shout prophecies from broken words.
I hurl nets of music to fish for souls
for shamanic singer is preacher of goals.
Golden Sun God
2009 01 12
Sun blazes gold over white mountains
where Istarius strides on flower glade
with leaping lion who shakes gold mane
and roars at men with rusting axe blades
who flee in shadow from golden sun god.
Wagons of girls kidnapped from towns
roll in train through forest of shadows
but guards howl swinging sharp blades
when Istarius appears riding noble lion
and shooting arrows of golden sun god.
Slavers fall pierced with true justice
from ten thousand arrows of liberty
for Istarius appears to break open doors
and free girls from chains of evil greed
so they dance alive with golden sun god.
Arming girls with sharp axes and spears
Istarius rides lion of shimmering mane
and leads army of justice on holy crusade
to invade castles and destroy slave trade
and free many nations for golden sun god.
Sun glitters gold over castles of stone
where women raise children of their hearts
born from seed of man who guards hearth
and brings her food and cloth and gems
to celebrate new empire of golden sun god.
Bond Circle Of Hearts
2009 01 13
When strangers traveling silent roads
appear on doorstep of my humble home
I welcome them to rest warm and dry
by large hearth of warm crackling flames
and bring them bread and fruit to eat
then sing good tales to cheer their souls.
Nine virtues guide actions of our hands
with hospitality bonding circle of hearts.
Though howling storm rain stings my face
while I climb bleak jagged mountain cliff
I crawl dark tunnel to invade slave castle
and swing sword fighting hordes of men
to free people bound to work in chains
so they may accomplish their secret dreams.
Nine virtues guide actions of our hands
with noble courage bonding circle of hearts.
I open my eyes and reach out my hands
to see and touch so I may understand
real information that shapes this universe
and comprehend clear processes of life
that flow around me in patterns of light
turning cycle of life and death and rebirth.
Nine virtues guide actions of our hands
with eternal truth bonding circle of hearts.
Cradling wife in strong protective arms
I bear her and our children over streams
and through grim forests of wild creatures
to safe haven of high surrounding walls
where fountain bubbles cool fresh water
and trees blossom ripe apples and pears.
Nine virtues guide actions of our hands
with fierce loyalty bonding circle of hearts.
Honing sword sharp with focused mind
I patrol market streets to settle disputes
listening to all words of angry complaint
then raise sword and weigh each promise
and proclaim judgment on value of goods
so buyers and sellers exchange satisfied.
Nine virtues guide actions of our hands
with honest honor bonding circle of hearts.
Stringing taut Yew bow with Oak arrow
I glide through forest hunting for deer
that I skin and roast over crackling flames
then crush apples into barrels of juice
and bake harvested wheat in bread loaves
stored for feast during cold winter months.
Nine virtues guide actions of our hands
with self-reliance bonding circle of hearts.
Carving and hauling mountain stones
I stack blocks in four tall round towers
then enclose haven with sturdy walls
and lock oak gate door with iron chains
to protect my family and clan from harm
when I keep watch under silver moon.
Nine virtues guide actions of our hands
with hard work bonding circle of hearts.
Patrolling walls of paradise day and night
I battle against slave-traders and thieves
leading guardians who fall in noble fight
to protect our children and loving wives
so they play and sing safe in haven garden
making my heart glow as I watch with pride.
Nine virtues guide actions of our hands
with perseverance bonding circle of hearts.
Chanting in meditation on watch tower
honed sharp by years of work and war
I organize new generation of strong boys
training them to hunt and build and defend
and guard children and wives from harm
so they become good husbands of noble love.
Nine virtues guide actions of our hands
with discipline bonding circle of hearts.
Chicken Axe Tears
2009 01 14
Rain drips down curve of her cheeks
washing blood from trembling hands
pale cold blue under smeared mud.
Sprawled at her feet amid pine logs
man in leather groans then his hand
grabs her ankle but she kicks his head.
Raising rusty axe in her right hand
she glares then hides her dark eyes
but turns her face up into falling rain.
Rain drips down cold sticky cheeks
hiding tears that rip her aching heart
and she groans his name in anguish.
Warm hand grips her arm with a cry
and she sees her sister in white lace
huddling under umbrella in mute shock.
She grins and explains that man killed
my husband and tried to rape me but
I hacked him down with my chicken axe.
These are my sad chicken axe tears
she whispers touching her pale cheeks
and stares down at face of her husband.
He always made me laugh with joy
so I guess I will never laugh again
she sighs standing alone in cold rain.
New Birth Of Freedom
2009 01 15
Come gather together as one united tribe
all you Angels of America with shining eyes
to celebrate new birth of freedom and truth
when Barack Hussein Obama from Hawaii
swears oath as President of United States
to defend Liberty of all who share our land.
Rise up from factories and offices and fields
and gather at clear pond of Washington Mall
to celebrate new birth of freedom and truth
and see your face reflected in his smiling face
for he binds all families in one world clan
as our brown brother of both black and white.
Hold hands in strong ring of national pride
and sing we have overcome and now triumph
to celebrate new birth of freedom and truth
electing as president good man who combines
nations of Africa and Europe in one noble soul
for we are all loving children of Adam and Eve.
Dance together to piano tunes and drums
chanting we are children of Mother Liberty
to celebrate new birth of freedom and truth
Viking and Zulu for one Commander in Chief
whose steady hand steers our Ship of State
to fulfill great promise of our American Dream.
Flock Of Flying Cars
2009 01 16
A million cars of metal skeletons
glaring sunlight off glass eyes
roll rubber tires over our skulls
grinding our grandparents to cement roads
where they planted tomatos in gardens
and headlights gleam over fields
where they danced to violin tunes
and feasted on potatos and corn.
Nobody driving cars down frozen asphalt
sees Peach Fairy with golden curls
and sparkling eyes and fluttering wings
who floats over traffic in haze of exhaust
sprinkling pixie dust on cold metallic roofs
that cause wings of eagles and hawks
to sprout from motor machines at dusk
so when people leave vehicles parked
they all flock together in moon-glowing sky.
While millions of people sleep in boxes
who hears cars honking when they flock
fluttering wings of shimmering silver feathers
swooping swirls over city skyscrapers
that cluster like mushrooms on river shores
to dig steel pipes as roots into wet muck
and suck electric sparkling blood to feed.
Young woman with brown hair in a bun
who works as bank teller in a blue suit
grips wheel of her Ford Taurus in slow traffic
and wonders I drive this magic machine
that could take me anywhere I want to go
from Alaska to Mexico and all in between
mountains and deserts and beaches and glades
safe from harm but I will go to that house
where my army husband will hit my face
trying to forget that woman in Mosul he killed.
Shaved head dripping sweat in Texas sun
army sergeant in tattered red overalls
leans under open hood gripping tools
and tinkers with car engine for hours
while chatting with his cousins and nephews
we welded steel plates to side of Humvees
for we had to slow down at clover leaf
in Fallujah where hajjis buried bombs
and once we broke down on Habbaniya Street
so I had to get that engine running again
before sunset or we would have been ambushed
but we got it out of there in a hale of gunfire.
Stepping from her car in blue bank suit
young woman stands beside her husband
and they look upward startled in clear sky
to see a flock of flying cars swoop low
in swirls like sparrows fluttering silver wings.
Spirit Of Sylvhara Gleams
2009 01 16
Tall mountains of Sylvhara gleam
in blazing sun that shines in eyes
of fairies and dragons and elves
who circle fire on sparkling sand
of roaring sea to feast and dance.
Ripe mushrooms of Sylvhara gleam
in misty wood by Lake of Dreams
where fairies join in prancing ring
to leap and flutter delicate wings
on tombstones of immortal kings.
Bright jewels of Sylvara gleam
in heart of ancient mountain peaks
where dragons soar on swirling wind
and build up towers of diamond eyes
to dream alive this spinning world.
Fresh apples of Sylvhara gleam
on trees in forest by flowing stream
where elves dance in shimmering gowns
chanting tales of tragic hero Good
who lost true love to save our land.
Ancient Spirit of Sylvhara gleams
beating fierce inside our eager souls
to guide our way through forest glen
to Lake of Dreams in mountain peaks
where Sylvans gather in circle of love.
Cosmic Collision Of Love
2009 01 17
Though I calculate number of beats
my heart thunders when I see your eyes
I lose track after you plus me is flash
of kisses in cosmic collision of love.
Our souls never divide in math of desire.
Shall I multiply spiral of our souls
to generate a million angels from glow
that my heart beams when we embrace
with kisses in cosmic collision of love.
Our souls never divide in math of desire.
My heart overflows with compassion
flooding my mind in chaos of desire
impossible to order with social rules
for kisses in cosmic collision of love.
Our souls never divide in math of desire.
Black Scorpion Heart
2009 01 18
Orange juice glitters gold sunlight
in jade glass on round wood table.
Hei-Xie aches to drink sweet sun juice
though her heart bleeds bitter tears.
Do you love my black scorpion heart.
You may pierce my heart with a knife
and this cut would but ease my pain.
Hei-Xie slides sharp blade of a knife
slow gleaming silver along her arm.
Do you love my black scorpion heart.
Trees grow on mountains by old sea
and branches sprout new fruit on trees.
You are in my heart though your eyes
do not see me Hei-Xie smiles at no one.
Do you love my black scorpion heart.
Six men leap in fluttering black robes
hurling daggers to rip apart her soul.
Hei-Xie twirls in elegant dance of robes
whooshing daggers back to stab throats.
Do you love my black scorpion heart.
Blood gleams red on glittering snow
as long black hair swirls over pale cheeks.
Hei-Xie covers her face in mask of ice
and unrolls scroll of his lost love letter.
Do you love my black scorpion heart.
Though you try to crush my pure love
my black scorpion heart belongs to you.
Hei-Xie reaches hand slow to lift jade cup
and sips orange juice that glitters gold.
Do you love my black scorpion heart.
Pink Lace Dress
2009 01 19
Wrinkled hands open old dusty book
and pages rustle shivering lost words
that skitter away as small black bugs
though memories drip from oak leaves
after rain that splashes on his cheek
so he touches her face behind glass
and she smiles wearing pink lace dress.
Took three weeks for it to arrive here
after I ordered in from Sears magazine
wrapped in brown paper and delivered
by horse-drawn buggy from river town
and her blue eyes widened in surprise
when I held it up and she slipped it on
and danced slow for me swirling in swish
of ribbons and her long fingers caressed
silk roses ruffling waist of pink lace dress.
Scent of vanilla on her white shoulders
little gold freckles tingling under my kiss
when I held her warm and soft so close
to my heart that beat with sweet desire
as I spent a thousand years to explore
curve of her neck and breast and thighs
worshipping eternal goddess of beauty
so alive and vibrant in a pink lace dress.
She held my hand tight as we walked
wood plank sidewalk into white church
pregnant belly tight under silk sash
and she leaned her head on my shoulder
as I fanned her face hot Sabbath dawn
listening to preacher reading Genesis
go forth and multiply and fill this Earth
with children who run around our legs
when we stroll market filling baskets
waddling round in her pink lace dress.
I hefted metal box full of shiny tools
planning how to start carpentry business
distracted a moment when runaway horse
stung by bees some said later that day
raced crashing wagon into market stalls
bouncing splintered so a wheel hit me
then I staggered bleeding to my feet
and saw my beloved impaled by a stake
hand reaching from torn pink lace dress.
Her eyes burned stars into my dreams
so I see her eyes surrounding blue skies
enclosing this world with her warm light
looking down at me all night and day
fifty years now as her hand gripped mine
and red blood flowed from her soft lips
instead of words and I wept I love you
trying to hold her soul with empty hands
as she became flowers in pink lace dress.
Visions Of Hope
2009 01 20
Two little girls play in falling snow
laughing as they reach their hands
to catch water spirits that dissolve
and fill their hearts with sparkling light.
Who is that man with twinkling eyes
and visions of hope for a better world.
Millions of people around this world
turn on computers and play video
from cable news network to watch
Adam and Eve ascend high ziggurat.
Who is that man with twinkling eyes
and visions of hope for a better world.
First Mother places guardian crown
on his head and scepter of justice
in his hand with ruler and scales
so he may measure and judge well.
Who is that man with twinkling eyes
and visions of hope for a better world.
Giant flower dragon from star clouds
prances among tulips by swan lake
and sniffs apple blossoms at dawn
and plays a crystal flute in moonlight.
Who is that man with twinkling eyes
and visions of hope for a better world.
I walk roads of America with guitar
mapping lost dreams of our hearts
on spinning globe as eye of truth
to preserve memories of our souls.
Who is that man with twinkling eyes
and visions of hope for a better world.
Each generation a noble man will rise
from among millions speaking spells
that inspire us with visions of love
for his words enlighten our silent hearts.
Who is that man with twinkling eyes
and visions of hope for a better world.
Blessed is Barack who stands on tower
of ziggurat among stars of our hopes
and wields Sword of Justice with truth
and lifts Torch of Liberty to guide our way.
Who is that man with twinkling eyes
and visions of hope for a better world.
Words of truth from visions of hope
weave millions of minds in world wide web
as we share our thoughts on Face Book
streaming harmonic song of all our souls.
Who is that man with twinkling eyes
and visions of hope for a better world.
Angel of Love descends on gold wings
from Giving Tree and gazes in my eyes
then gives me book and pen with ink
and whispers write new visions of hope.
Who is that man with twinkling eyes
and visions of hope for a better world.
I watch my girls play in sparkling snow
then hug them close to my warm heart
and we drink hot chocolate together
laughing and sharing songs of our hearts.
Who is that man with twinkling eyes
and visions of hope for a better world.
Elof Plays Chess With Death
2009 01 21
Elof steps from wood ship on sea shore
boots on smooth stones near Gothenburg
and kneels under bleak gray winter sky
hands gripping sword pommel like a cross
and tries to pray but his empty heart is cold
after killing thousands of souls on crusade.
Faces twisted in anguish and fear and rage
flash blinding his eyes shut tight to light
of bleak gold sun gleaming in chilly wind
but he stands sword dangling in his hand
and stares at white rocks washed by waves
sad he will never know their real names.
I think there is no devil and there is no god
Elof mumbles but grim Death is everywhere
that cruel invisible monster who devours
souls of children and women and men alike
using my hand of righteous arrogant will
to tear bodies apart with teeth of time
for none can live more than a hundred years.
From tower of Leo Gothicus I went forth
with thousands of fellow warriors for truth
as a roaring lion to fight for Jesus and Eric
and I slaughtered thousands of human souls
chopping their bodies with my sharp sword
and my hands are dripping with their blood
that maps my trail escaping back to Gotland.
Elof stares down at his hands that hold
a book and a sword then he feels hot thirst
tearing his throat so he walks toward hill
where long ago he helped his father dig
bubbling water well but he finds its stones
fallen and scattered and well full of sludge
so he slouches against a tree and sighs.
Looking up he sees Death in a black robe
but he stares at chessboard of this world
and moves white Bishop to attack black Knight
but Death overthrows his Bishop with Queen
so he walks away but Death follows close
and watches him when he stares in a mirror.
Old woman with gray hair kneading dough
in open kitchen by oven shimmering heat
turns and stares at him with familiar eyes
and he remembers kissing young pretty Inga
who wiggled in his arms smelling honey sweet
and in a flash he sees her now grown old.
Elof grips her shoulders and begins to cry
but she stares as if she long ago had died
so he kisses her pale wrinkled cheek hard
then hugs her and whispers same words
of love he said to her thirty years before
that magical night their hearts were bound
and she hugs him tight and begins to weep.
Gripping his hand she leads him to garden
where young woman with long golden hair
teaches her seven children how to tend herbs
and vegetables and sheep swishing tails
then Inga whispers she was born from you
after you left and she has your sparkling eyes.
Elof watches his daughter and grandchildren
stunned immobile with surprise and delight
while children leap and kneel and twirl around
and sing holding hands and chase a small bird
then he turns to Inga and hopes he is not
still locked in dark dank prison lost in dream.
Lady Of Ravens
2009 01 22
I hear ravens in purple rain
call names of departed souls
who walked mountains and vales
of Seattle ten thousand years
leaving sparkle of their eyes
in mist that wets my hair today.
Lady of Ravens in purple silk gown
glides invisible along Seattle streets
touching minds of despairing souls
who feel sudden gleam of light
and wonder that their weary hearts
feel glow of warm love in a flash
of crystal rain on fluttering wings.
Circling Raven calls to his people
from dawn sun on blazing wheels
they come seeking rocks and wind
and build towers of brick and glass
wet with purple rain falling forever
where Lady of Ravens sits alone
at desk in library with open book
watching dead ancestors dance
around fire in swirls of silver mist.
Kawks descends from phone line
and transforms into tall thin girl
with long black hair that flows
in night wind like shining water
and purple eyes gleam sharp beams
of light into my heart so I stop
wrapping long tattered wool coat
around my thin frame and whisper
teach me truth O Lady of Ravens.
Sitting at midnight on asphalt
in middle of wide deserted road
somewhere in Seattle I open slow
book of blank pages and write
words with black marks like wings
of ravens fluttering across page
of my mind weaving new dreams
from ancient memories that glow
in her eyes when her long fingers
touch my forehead and dark flash
of lightning splits open my mind.
Kamiaken rises among his people
in Yakima valley shrouded in snow
and chants spells of golden sun
then Chinook wind blows warm
over mountains melting cold snow
and warming hearts of children
who leap flapping arms and play
dancing around tall elegant woman
when Lady of Ravens brings wagon
of apples that fall from her fingers.
I hear raven call my name in mist
so I leave dark silent cold room
in basement of rotting wood house
and walk hours alone in cold rain
following her voice away from tomb
of forgotten past seeking paradise
where she smiles in my loving arms
long black hair tickling my cheeks.
Circling Raven drops a mushroom
in my hand and sings in moonlight
follow Way of Puyallup which means
generous welcoming kindness to all
so I travel from Seattle to Miami
strumming guitar and singing spells
that drip in rain from my eyes
and moisten seeds of apple trees
that sprout from sidewalks in sun
and crack bank towers that fall
when vines of paradise blossom
curling from my spine as raven wings.
Immortal goddess in woman form
Lady of Ravens with purple eyes
shrouds me in long flowing hair
warming my heart on frozen night
and writes my name among stars
of her heart that fall in bright rain.
I am born again from her heart
so I spread black wings and soar
slow circling giant towers of Seattle
chanting prophecies that none hear
for my words fall as sparkling rain
on their hair as they wait for a bus
so I write their names in silver mist
and bring them chocolate and pears.
Star Of Gotland
2009 01 23
Silver mist swirls in cold blue dawn
when Styarna wakes and sees her father
steering boat with pole toward land
after sailing three days over deep sea
then he jumps on moss-green shore
and scoops her in his arms with a grin.
Freysgodhi carries his daughter in wood
where ravens scatter cawing from limbs
of apple trees and nestles her on grass
where she dozes while he finds food
but howls of pain snap her from dream
and she sees men in raven-feather robes
kill him with spears and stone hatchets.
Where are you now mommy Voluviss
whispers Styarna hiding among leaves
in terror as raven men carry him away
and she huddles hidden hungry and cold
two days before she ventures to crawl
whimpering toward beating of drums.
Tall blond man stands over little girl
head haloed by noon sun in warm glow
as he bends down and touches her cheek
then cradles her in his arms with a smile
and carries her to village of wood halls
where he feeds her bread and warm soup.
Godhin shouts to old woman baking bread
Knarrarbringa take care of this lost girl
and teach her how to bake warm bread
then smiles and leaves her in kitchen
where old woman with long gray hair
growls and smacks her face then shouts
and pushes her then gives her a broom
and demands she keep silent and sweep.
Styarna sweeps weeping in miserable fear
thinking over and over about face of pain
when her father was stabbed by spears
then old woman gives her slice of bread
but no soup so she eats and runs away
each evening to hide by tall ancient tree.
Styarna weeps in roots of ancient tree
where ravens gather over sparkling stream
and she wants to run away into forest
but hunger brings her back to kitchen
where she endures abuse from old woman
and sweeps to get a slice of dry bread
then covers her face in bleak despair.
Soft voice soothes her soul with a song
then hands part her hands and she sees
young man just sprouting a new beard
who smiles and touches his broad chest
I am Hrafnaskald and your pretty face
looks like Gidona goddess of fresh apples
but she shakes her head my name is Styarna
then he gives her fresh apple so she eats
and juice drips down her chin as she smiles.
I am glad to see you smile and not cry
he smiles and kisses her mouth as arms
slip around her waist and he lays her flat
and kisses her from toes to her forehead
and she closes her eyes in sweet pleasure
as he enters her heart with aching desire
and she becomes stars that glitter bright
as they make love and fall asleep together.
Styarna wakes at dawn warm in his arms
so she caresses his gold hair till he wakes
then he kisses her and gives her an apple
and runs away to gather wood for temple
so she walks smiling to kitchen to sweep
where she ignores harsh glares of old woman
because her heart glows with sweet joy.
Walking among halls of large Geyath town
Styarna searches for Hrafnaskald for a kiss
and stops when she hears sound of his voice
then peers in window to find him in bed
with a red-haired woman who gasps loud
as they rock and writhe so she runs away
and hides weeping by her tree all afternoon
wishing she did not hope he would appear.
Styarna stares at cold gleaming stars
then wakes alone at dawn so she trudges
to kitchen and sweeps trying not to weep
not caring that old woman curses at her
and she stares heartbroken at dirt floor
as people come and buy fresh bread to eat
when old woman slaps her face hard.
Hrafnaskald shouts never slap her again
and she looks up fast with beating heart
to see him grip arm of old woman in rage
who jerks away and retreats to her room
while he holds her hand with a gentle smile
and leads her to his hall on slope of a hill.
You sleep here he smiles sitting on a bed
and pulls her on his lap but she looks down
and hides her eyes refusing to look in his eyes
reluctant to give her heart that still aches
thinking he will kiss her a few days and nights
then leave her outside for that other girl
so he caresses her cheek and tips her chin
seeking to look in her eyes with a sad smile
then asks why are you afraid of me now.