The melting night carouses
through red lit backstreets
and alleys, on the discontented
shores of unrequited requirements
stolen with a wink and smile.
Beyond every fathers'
fervently imagined future,
freely conjured for favored
sons, smokey entrails emit
putrid, yet pungent
and perspicacious pugnacity,
along the river of moonlight
which creeps across the face
of a prehensile clock.
The writing is on the wall!
Only an indelible,
invisble ink can inscribe
any objective truth.
Beyond logic's portals
of sobriety, sailing on
the crest of impropriety,
electric currents zig-zag
unreliably, individual
fascinations expressing
approaches for escaping
mundanity - thoroughfares
traveled by only one.
Infinite pathways stitch
connections to the sublime -
integration with all worlds;
heated human hunger sparks
upon passion's crimson
embers and flaming tongues
into one self-perpetuating vision:
the melting night carouses.
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Monday, February 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Myth of Frater Eotaeous
Frater Eotaeous forgotten tale spans
the breadth of every land;
neither near, nor far, nor high,
nor low, nor when have ever sung
songs of the ancient Frater Eotaeous
who possessed a technomodern
eye. A fool, he was, when as a youth
he set sail without a rudder.
That tranquil, innocent trusted
his captains as their favored right-hand-man -
yet, servitude never bore gratitude to the princess
of wands, so Frater Eotaeous toiled
brilliantly in the shadows and shade.
As a jailed captive within a ring of nine
swords, Frater Eotaeous came to grips
with the whole futile cycle:
devastation-debauchery-plunder.
In time, the Frater nearly completely
retreated into invisibility’s cloak,
avoiding scrutiny’s wrath. The inner
realm seduced Eotaeous with temptations
of invincibility, until one day, he invisibly
shrugged off his shackles and debarked
at the first available port.
Eotaeous was haunted by a pressure
seemingly always lurking: industrial
masters demanded unwilling sacrifices.
As those captains flailed his bloody body
with ten birch wands, leaving
the scars of long-passed
battles, Frater Eotaeous felt a fire
within burn his brittle bones.
The eternal flame cried out in wharves
of tears as his dream flickered in the sky.
The queen of solar disks exposed
dreamed fertile abundance -
Mother Earth's modesty.
Still, a battle raged within Eotaeous’
invisible Fraternal heart; his bent
body lay shackled to the scorching
brutality of flames licking up
from the tips of the nine
encircling swords, purifying
Eotaeous within and without,
making of him a mover
more prime than even the Phoenix,
releasing the Frater as the ace of all
wands. He marveled as primal
force without remorse relaxed him
into releasing the scheme within
as a forgotten ritual offered: Frater
Eotaeous' death revealed new birth.
The queen of cups bared her breasts,
captivating her audience.
Every nearby emotion etched
the gamut from pain to joy
into her awareness as she served
nourishment through poetry, dance
and song. The ace Frater Eotaeous held,
of disks' inherent materialism, intruded
with an offering of leisure
and oppulence. But temptation finds
resistence when the waters of life
splash out of the cup whose ace
nourshes harmony.
So, it came to pass that Frater Eotaeous faced
his prince of cups, that seeker of intrigue,
demise's harbinger, a whirlpool beneath
placid waters. Yet, the strength he grasped
in the power of ten flaming wands wielded
by a gentleness only found magnified
through the prism of the wands’ ace, infused
the Frater with the pervasive calm
necessary to position seven solar disks,
given to him by their queen, and focus
the brilliance of the Sun through
their prisms, blocking devastation.
Frater Eotaeous whispered
a secret into eternity’s ear, “A chain reaction
of light ushers in every new tomorrow.”
the breadth of every land;
neither near, nor far, nor high,
nor low, nor when have ever sung
songs of the ancient Frater Eotaeous
who possessed a technomodern
eye. A fool, he was, when as a youth
he set sail without a rudder.
That tranquil, innocent trusted
his captains as their favored right-hand-man -
yet, servitude never bore gratitude to the princess
of wands, so Frater Eotaeous toiled
brilliantly in the shadows and shade.
As a jailed captive within a ring of nine
swords, Frater Eotaeous came to grips
with the whole futile cycle:
devastation-debauchery-plunder.
In time, the Frater nearly completely
retreated into invisibility’s cloak,
avoiding scrutiny’s wrath. The inner
realm seduced Eotaeous with temptations
of invincibility, until one day, he invisibly
shrugged off his shackles and debarked
at the first available port.
Eotaeous was haunted by a pressure
seemingly always lurking: industrial
masters demanded unwilling sacrifices.
As those captains flailed his bloody body
with ten birch wands, leaving
the scars of long-passed
battles, Frater Eotaeous felt a fire
within burn his brittle bones.
The eternal flame cried out in wharves
of tears as his dream flickered in the sky.
The queen of solar disks exposed
dreamed fertile abundance -
Mother Earth's modesty.
Still, a battle raged within Eotaeous’
invisible Fraternal heart; his bent
body lay shackled to the scorching
brutality of flames licking up
from the tips of the nine
encircling swords, purifying
Eotaeous within and without,
making of him a mover
more prime than even the Phoenix,
releasing the Frater as the ace of all
wands. He marveled as primal
force without remorse relaxed him
into releasing the scheme within
as a forgotten ritual offered: Frater
Eotaeous' death revealed new birth.
The queen of cups bared her breasts,
captivating her audience.
Every nearby emotion etched
the gamut from pain to joy
into her awareness as she served
nourishment through poetry, dance
and song. The ace Frater Eotaeous held,
of disks' inherent materialism, intruded
with an offering of leisure
and oppulence. But temptation finds
resistence when the waters of life
splash out of the cup whose ace
nourshes harmony.
So, it came to pass that Frater Eotaeous faced
his prince of cups, that seeker of intrigue,
demise's harbinger, a whirlpool beneath
placid waters. Yet, the strength he grasped
in the power of ten flaming wands wielded
by a gentleness only found magnified
through the prism of the wands’ ace, infused
the Frater with the pervasive calm
necessary to position seven solar disks,
given to him by their queen, and focus
the brilliance of the Sun through
their prisms, blocking devastation.
Frater Eotaeous whispered
a secret into eternity’s ear, “A chain reaction
of light ushers in every new tomorrow.”
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Evolution's Blank Slate
(A ceremonial magician's visualization spell presaging November 9, 1989.)
I
The postulate, Janus, narrowed focus to breath:
inhale - two, three, four; hold - two, three, four;
exhale - two, three, four; hold - two, three, four. He slid
through a portal into a calming meditation. Lingering
decay, the final chord from "A Day in the Life," rang
memory's eardrum. Within his mind's eye loomed
a vision - a snake stretched out before Janus, writhing
emptyspace. The snake slithered into a winding
path, coalescing into solid footing. A lion approached
Janus, nuzzled against the man's leg, purred
and urged him forward. They strode into blackness.
Janus observed the snake-bridge spanned
from Mars to Jupiter, arching over asteroids.
Almost instantly, Janus and the lion reached
Jupiter. The archway poured out the astral
travelers at a solitary sentried, purple pyramid.
II
"Who approaches?" "Janus, Universal Law's humble
servant." "Define Universal Law?" "Why, Tzadkiel,
it is harmonious integration of the cosmos." "Be more
specific." "Unity's infinite, individual expressions,
which underlie Multiplicity." "How is this distilled?"
"Through Love's ewer." "Welcome, Master Janus."
III
Tzadkiel led the way into a tunnel. Elaborate hieroglyphs
covered the walls. Lapis Lazuli stones adorned silver censor
chalices, emitting pungent, cedar-scented wafts. Tzadkiel
handed Janus a torch and grabbed another for himself.
Together, they crossed the telescoping corridor's icy,
stone floor. "This plane dwells outside spacetime," Janus
considered as they arrived at an anteroom's veiled entrance
on the right, deep in the pyramid's bowels.
IV
"A sarcophagus stood, propped up in anteroom chamber's
center, lid opened and facing the sole blank wall within
the pyramid," Janus mentally noted as he blew into the room
alone, like a fall breeze, torch flashing as it flickered. Hieroglyphs
etched into the other three walls revealed magical formulas -
spells cast and designed to transmute the postulate's soul
and elevate imaginings into resonating overtones
upon the magnetosphere. Janus placed his torch's hilt
into a wall fixture and relaxed back into the sarcophagus.
V
"My will is blind,
all aspirations suspect;
dream's purity sublime -
let love's will, not mine,
be made manifest!"
VI
The blank wall before him hummed in E as Janus
beheld a spectacle, the apparently opportune offering,
an auspicious harbinger. Eyes gaping wide observed
a great wall crumble under common hands, a joyous
celebration of symbolic relief from bondage. He wept
as human spirit spit in tyranny's face. He grinned
broadly, knowing freedom can never be denied
when every shadowed face asserts Free Will
in one voice - one non-violent, yet unbending,
common will. Freedom's birthright! Janus
peered harder as the image dissipated, riding
a sudden chilling breeze.
VII
Janus grasped his torch, spent and exhilarated. He
rejoined Tzadkiel in the corridor. Instantly, they faced
pyramid's entrance. "You must return every night
for one year, Master Janus." "Is that all?" he chuckled.
"No. Invest your most fervent intentions into the vision,
move beyond merely believing reality will conform -
know with conviction reality already conformed to will."
VIII
The lion accompanied Janus back across the path,
but Janus rode the lion this time. With each step
the lion took, the path shortened, until soon, they
reached the snake-path's beginnings. Janus
dismounted and ruffled the lion's mane gratefully.
The lion roared back!
IX
From seemingly nowhere, yet simultaneously
everywhere, a brilliant flash awoke the postulate
to the softly decaying fade from "A Day in the Life,"
again and again, nightly, for a year. Then, Janus
released the vision with trust and conviction,
soon, entirely forgetting it.
X
(November 9, 1989.) Dreams' imperfections
express eternally, even from Love's will. The blank
wall awaits a new pyramidal weaver to etch
upon evolution's blank slate and wrought
civilization's ironclad restrictions into liberating
infinite potential, which grand libations to Beltane's
bonfires' exhortations forever describe.
I
The postulate, Janus, narrowed focus to breath:
inhale - two, three, four; hold - two, three, four;
exhale - two, three, four; hold - two, three, four. He slid
through a portal into a calming meditation. Lingering
decay, the final chord from "A Day in the Life," rang
memory's eardrum. Within his mind's eye loomed
a vision - a snake stretched out before Janus, writhing
emptyspace. The snake slithered into a winding
path, coalescing into solid footing. A lion approached
Janus, nuzzled against the man's leg, purred
and urged him forward. They strode into blackness.
Janus observed the snake-bridge spanned
from Mars to Jupiter, arching over asteroids.
Almost instantly, Janus and the lion reached
Jupiter. The archway poured out the astral
travelers at a solitary sentried, purple pyramid.
II
"Who approaches?" "Janus, Universal Law's humble
servant." "Define Universal Law?" "Why, Tzadkiel,
it is harmonious integration of the cosmos." "Be more
specific." "Unity's infinite, individual expressions,
which underlie Multiplicity." "How is this distilled?"
"Through Love's ewer." "Welcome, Master Janus."
III
Tzadkiel led the way into a tunnel. Elaborate hieroglyphs
covered the walls. Lapis Lazuli stones adorned silver censor
chalices, emitting pungent, cedar-scented wafts. Tzadkiel
handed Janus a torch and grabbed another for himself.
Together, they crossed the telescoping corridor's icy,
stone floor. "This plane dwells outside spacetime," Janus
considered as they arrived at an anteroom's veiled entrance
on the right, deep in the pyramid's bowels.
IV
"A sarcophagus stood, propped up in anteroom chamber's
center, lid opened and facing the sole blank wall within
the pyramid," Janus mentally noted as he blew into the room
alone, like a fall breeze, torch flashing as it flickered. Hieroglyphs
etched into the other three walls revealed magical formulas -
spells cast and designed to transmute the postulate's soul
and elevate imaginings into resonating overtones
upon the magnetosphere. Janus placed his torch's hilt
into a wall fixture and relaxed back into the sarcophagus.
V
"My will is blind,
all aspirations suspect;
dream's purity sublime -
let love's will, not mine,
be made manifest!"
VI
The blank wall before him hummed in E as Janus
beheld a spectacle, the apparently opportune offering,
an auspicious harbinger. Eyes gaping wide observed
a great wall crumble under common hands, a joyous
celebration of symbolic relief from bondage. He wept
as human spirit spit in tyranny's face. He grinned
broadly, knowing freedom can never be denied
when every shadowed face asserts Free Will
in one voice - one non-violent, yet unbending,
common will. Freedom's birthright! Janus
peered harder as the image dissipated, riding
a sudden chilling breeze.
VII
Janus grasped his torch, spent and exhilarated. He
rejoined Tzadkiel in the corridor. Instantly, they faced
pyramid's entrance. "You must return every night
for one year, Master Janus." "Is that all?" he chuckled.
"No. Invest your most fervent intentions into the vision,
move beyond merely believing reality will conform -
know with conviction reality already conformed to will."
VIII
The lion accompanied Janus back across the path,
but Janus rode the lion this time. With each step
the lion took, the path shortened, until soon, they
reached the snake-path's beginnings. Janus
dismounted and ruffled the lion's mane gratefully.
The lion roared back!
IX
From seemingly nowhere, yet simultaneously
everywhere, a brilliant flash awoke the postulate
to the softly decaying fade from "A Day in the Life,"
again and again, nightly, for a year. Then, Janus
released the vision with trust and conviction,
soon, entirely forgetting it.
X
(November 9, 1989.) Dreams' imperfections
express eternally, even from Love's will. The blank
wall awaits a new pyramidal weaver to etch
upon evolution's blank slate and wrought
civilization's ironclad restrictions into liberating
infinite potential, which grand libations to Beltane's
bonfires' exhortations forever describe.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Love's Labor's Lost and Found
Shadows across a wall.
Diffused moonlight
filters through curtains
fluttering in a breezy
stillness. He bolted
upright, awakening
to nystagmic dizziness.
Sudden vision,
a single photon
emerging - form's
stretched hint,
a glowing, coalescing,
looming irrationality.
A woman's figure,
soft focus fuzzy,
pastel yellow
raimented. Her form
revealed behind the mirror -
a rose scented,
amber hued,
sun-daughter,
moonchild.
A vestal vessel,
nakedly flush
her beatific blush -
emerald radiations -
glinted adorations,
the eternal epitome.
His slack
gaping jaws
pre-spoke.
Startled reassurance
emerged from silence,
mental whispers,
brimmed over,
a steaming elixir.
She sang,
"Exude yourself
beyond remuneration,
freedom from longing
for teeming sales tags
finds satisfaction
in interest cubed
upon unfathomable banks,
where account ledgers'
conditionless, fruitful trees
bear endless individuality
in a bountiful universe."
He smiled into her
questionlessly quenched
eyes, forever's offerings -
a self-contained reward.
"Sharing becomes adored."
She smiled.
Sparkling eyed
students acing tests
turn dripped candle wax
into castle moats' flood
as psalmic incantations
incite darkening
spheres, and ears
drown discord
in love's labor's
lost and found.
Diffused moonlight
filters through curtains
fluttering in a breezy
stillness. He bolted
upright, awakening
to nystagmic dizziness.
Sudden vision,
a single photon
emerging - form's
stretched hint,
a glowing, coalescing,
looming irrationality.
A woman's figure,
soft focus fuzzy,
pastel yellow
raimented. Her form
revealed behind the mirror -
a rose scented,
amber hued,
sun-daughter,
moonchild.
A vestal vessel,
nakedly flush
her beatific blush -
emerald radiations -
glinted adorations,
the eternal epitome.
His slack
gaping jaws
pre-spoke.
Startled reassurance
emerged from silence,
mental whispers,
brimmed over,
a steaming elixir.
She sang,
"Exude yourself
beyond remuneration,
freedom from longing
for teeming sales tags
finds satisfaction
in interest cubed
upon unfathomable banks,
where account ledgers'
conditionless, fruitful trees
bear endless individuality
in a bountiful universe."
He smiled into her
questionlessly quenched
eyes, forever's offerings -
a self-contained reward.
"Sharing becomes adored."
She smiled.
Sparkling eyed
students acing tests
turn dripped candle wax
into castle moats' flood
as psalmic incantations
incite darkening
spheres, and ears
drown discord
in love's labor's
lost and found.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Saturn's Rings
Awaken me!
Tomorrow's world -
excoriated, dimly lit
corridor-lined doorways
never creaking open.
Sleepwalk through fog
unguided, lampless;
wade an icy stream
between galaxies,
the bed falling away,
bottomless;
webbed myrrh tendrils
evoke ageless ghosts,
intuition sits silently.
Surreptitious eyes
steal furtive glances -
moonlit intrusion.
Nettle netting clutches
any passing prey;
black hole whirlpools
eddy up, randomly;
echoed,
sardonic chortles.
Distance,
light's sliver
winks,
pulse
quasar.
Tied laces -
our fingers
bow knot,
gripping souls
expose radiant flames,
burst dawn!
Dare open
coffin, step out
frolic:
Saturn's rings.
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