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Diamond of Istari


Angeliad of Surazeus


2007 Episodes


Surazeus Astarius Jesuvius Gothinus

Angelus of Anglonesia


Smashwords Edition 1, October 2009


Copyright © Simon Seamount

also known as

Surazeus Astarius Jesuvius Gothinus

the Angelus of Anglonesia


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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.



Diamond Of Istari

2007 01 01


Not so long ago in fact on this new day

hidden in mist of Michigan there lives

a wise Fairy Wizard named Surazeus

who works as a word scribe in a castle

writing magic books full of visions

for our beautiful Fairy Queen Zenipar.


For many years Magus Surazeus travels

across Atlantis from sea to shining sea

chanting spells to foretell future events

and spreading gospel about ninth coming

of Diamond Empress Justicia Libertaria

who will wield golden Sword of Arthur.


His heart is lonely and sad and he longs

to find a bride as he travels on his quest

to find Holy Grail in Womb of Materra

so he gazes into Mirror of Melusina

and sees a beautiful girl with black eyes

and long black hair who lives far away.


Surazeus flies on Golden Eagle in heaven

around our globe to opposite side of Earth

where he lands on lush Yawa Island

in sparkling Sunda Sea where he finds

beautiful princess dancing in a garden

of mango trees so he kneels and sings

a charm of love expressing his love for her.


My name is Sri Devi Endah Sulistyorini

she smiles delighted to see his bright eyes

of a green egg circled by a blue circle

like her island surrounded by a bright sea

but she weeps and explains my heart

is chained in a cage in ancient stone ruins

and I will be your bride if you free my heart.


Surazeus and Sulistyorini ride a dragon

that races across Yawa Island to a pyramid

near a volcano built of black stone in circles

called Borobudur where a hundred Buddhas

sit in circles chanting around a pinnacle

and Shiva dances in a great ring of fire

surrounded by thousands of gold cages

that imprison hearts of many young girls.


Surazeus twirls Scepter of Zoroaster

and gazes into Crystal Sphere of Zambor

then chants Spells of Odin to weave

star flame into wings that give his limbs

power of dance so he twirls on bridge

of rainbow to land on pinnacle of pyramid

where he dances with Ghost of Shiva.


Surazeus twirls scepter to strike Shiva

but sees that Shiva is chained in a ring

of crackling fire along with many hearts

of his daughters enslaved with their father

then Surazeus realizes Shiva is good

so he merges with soul of Shiva to battle

against nine demons who rise from Earth.


Shiva and Surazeus dance together as one

to destroy and create our universe of illusion

battling Hate and Ignorance and Greed

and Lust and Envy and Gluttony and Pride

and Anger and Sloth clashing in loud war

over mountains and seas and broad plains

till together they transform those demons

into Love and Knowledge and Generosity

and Honor and Giving and Moderation

and Humility and Patience and Hard Work.


Surazeus twirls Scepter of Zoroaster

as he transforms Demons into Angels

which brake locks of cages to release

hearts of girls from bondage of oppression

who rise in flock of doves to swirl in spiral

around Borobudur as they ascend in heaven

and return to bodies of girls around Earth

who wake from trance to live in freedom.


Surazeus searches among soaring doves

to find Honey Raven Sri Devi Sulistyorini

who lands on his hand and transforms

into a beautiful girl with long black hair

so he kneels and places a ring of white gold

with Diamond of Istari on her left hand

proclaiming I will be true and loyal to you

as servant of your love for all our lives.


Surazeus and Sulistyorini kiss in moonlight

then fly Garuda Golden Eagle around Earth

to Michigan where they live happy in love

and raise two daughters with Raven Eyes

named Saraswati Katrina and Athena Tamar

who flutter fairy wings and dance together

in moonlight singing as they wave wands

and chant spells that make flowers grow.


Spirit Beyond World Frame

2007 01 02


Endless golden sky shimmers silent

over wasteland where ancient civilization

of Sumeria thrived teeming with tribes

who danced chanting around pyramid

where Star Goddess chanted love spells

and transformed Seed of Noble Man

into child of her heart with laughing eyes.


Prophet Surazeus stands in white robe

on top of ruins of that ancient pyramid

and gazes down on modern cities of man

gleaming with lights under rain-wet skies

illuminated by full moon of forgotten hopes

and watches millions spiraling in prayer

around Kaaba honoring Prophet Mohamad

and renewing commitments to Allah.


How can we give names to eternal spirit

of consciousness that permeates universe

of matter glittering in complex patterns

and vibrating in sweet song of molecules

unless we all agree this vision of words

describes Allah who creates all things.


Christians use name of Godin as God

to describe this eternal creator of life

and master architect of our whole universe

and Jews use name of great Yishowah

as Yahweh or Jehovah to describe same

and Muslims use name of Eloh or Allah

yet all these names once referred to men

who attained positions of authority

over societies of people living together

as Ruler to organize their actions as one.


We worship God as authoritative man

by working for vision of that man to build

structure of society so men earn money

to build homes where fertile women nest

birthing and raising children of their seed

to create new generations of eternal souls

who may live after death of our bodies

ensuring continuation of our traditions

in moral values based on actions of hands

that create life rather than destroy life.


When Mohamad reigned as judge of life

in Kaaba organizing society of Muslims

artists came and wanted to paint his image

but he refused stating Christians elevated

Jesus above manifestation of his flesh

to declare him eternal God beyond form

so I refuse to allow you to make images

because I do not want you to venerate me

since Abraham declared Allah is eternal

spirit beyond world frame in our breath

and should not be depicted in finite form.


Centuries later Muslims venerate too much

this non-image of Mohamad as their God

and though Mohamad deserves great respect

as noble law-giver who organized his people

and gave their actions greater purpose

for good yet invisible image of his person

has become venerated as manifestation

of Allah in time and space and thus request

of his heart to guide his people right

was twisted just as Christians worship

Jesus as God who lives eternal among stars.


When Muslims bow down toward Makka

from any location where they live on Earth

they are honoring with respect manifestation

of Eternal Word that came from that hall

of black stone and from mouth of Mohamad

yet Allah is everywhere in our big universe

permeating every molecule of mountain

and sea and animal and bird and human

just as Krishna and Christ can be found

inside heart of every human soul in flesh

who looks inward seeking spirit of love.


Jesus stood before Temple of Solomon

and declared Yishowah does not dwell

in halls of wood or stone or stained glass

for God permeates all things in this world

so no matter where you stand or walk

in meadow or city or mountain or shore

you are with Eloh anywhere on Earth

for Allah dwells inside all our molecules.


Martin Luther preached before cathedral

man needs not kneel before priest in robe

asking forgiveness of deeds that destroy

for you may seek Gott inside your heart

since Deus glows with light of eternity

inside your own mind so kneel in private

and seek communion with Eternal Soul

within your own heart to understand why

your actions affect lives of fellow humans

and commit your heart to performing deeds

that create and build and connect in good.


Prophet Surazeus stands on Pyramid of Ur

feeling spirits of a million dead ancestors

coursing in hot blood through his veins

and listens to songs of their voices swirl

together in wind and their eyes glow as one

in golden orb of sun that gleams on Earth

and he laughs here we worshipped Ishtar

for a thousand years but then we scattered

over this Earth forming many new nations

for she lives eternal in hearts of our flesh.


Long ago Diana daughter of Artemis

daughter of Athena daughter of Anahita

daughter of Ishtar daughter of Inanna

donned white gown and took slim bow

and quiver of arrows to run in forest

of Witalia with pack of swift white dogs

hunting hart who fell beneath her arrow

then she gazed at shining white moon.


Young deer came and nuzzled her hand

so she raised deer who became big hart

with bright eyes and she loved that hart

and rode his back galloping through woods

till she met Sylvanus noble son of Faunus

and she kissed his mouth and they lay

together in moonlight by sparkling lake

making love and creating a new soul.


When I point my finger to golden moon

do you look at my finger or bright moon

and in this way when we look at statue

or image of Christus do we see our father

or eternal spirit of noble authority figure

so remember that Mohamad is a finger

pointing to Allah and Makka is a finger

pointing to eternal spirit of cooperation

that unifies diverse nations with one faith

in eternal spirit of love that binds our hearts

in worship to work for creation of all good

that manifests in Eternal Soul of Allah God.


Blue North Wind

2007 01 03


Wild north wind blows blue

through apple tree branches

that gleam black in moonlight.


Cinderella In Raven Wood

2007 01 04


Cinderella climbs Dragon Mountain

to find her lost red pearl necklace

humming Mary had a little lamb

with fleece as pure white as snow

but when she got lost in Wolf Wood

she came home pregnant with my dad.


Stopping by cave of twinkling gems

Cinderella waves and smiles at Ariel

who plays castle chess with Rapunzel

then turns and runs to give warm hug

to Faunus standing by Flower Waterfall

who plays harp strings on curving horns.


Diana stops by riding her swift hart

with big black eyes of shining stars

so Cinderella rides with her big sister

as Bambi gallops into Raven Wood

to meet Reynard red-haired fox king

who stands laughing on white tower

scattering wheat seeds in a wild wind.


Blessed Are You

2007 01 06


Hail Angelina Goddess of Fertility

most blessed are you among women

eyes glittering with galaxies of souls

reborn on wheel of life from Womb

of Mother who rises singing on cloud

of sparkling snow from Sea of Dreams

bearing her newborn daughter of love

whose eyes gleam bright as our sun.


I see you stride over vast America

holding children of Earth to your heart

to protect fragile souls from harm

by guiding their feet on road of life

so we hold hands and dance around tree

of gifts where Anahita stands on plat

in white robe singing hymns of love

protected by Mithra with sword of truth.


Hail Isis bride of Osir-Issa who sings

hymns of salvation on One-Eye Pyramid

bearing child of his seed young Horus

Sky-Walker who soars over our world

bearing gifts for children in every land

for she sits on throne of far-seeing power

holding Son of God with shining eyes

who giggles and plays with his scepter.


Hail Shekinah princess bride of Isura-El

who stands robed in white on Temple Mount

chanting spells as she gazes in Crystal Eye

revealing mystery of creation and death

and teaches secret of reincarnation to God

whose children reign judges of noble truth

when Elites in white robes bring messages

of wisdom for laughing children of Angels.


Hail Anahita wife of Prophet Zarathustra

descended from Ishtar and Lord Asshur

who bears Mithra on your lap as he drinks

fresh milk in cave of Mount Asnavant

chanting hymns and tending sacred flame

then leaps on white bull thundering loud

to hold high gleaming blade of Kaliburn

and slays horned demon to cook roast beef.


Hail Mary mother of Christ our Savior

blessed are you among women of Earth

who creates flesh of child as Son of Man

from Seed of God flowing in our veins

through Adam and Noah and Abraham

and Judah and David and Jesus as king

who lives forever in descendants of flesh

born again Father and Son and Holy Sperm.


Hail Marya Magdalena bride of Christ

who sits in cave in mountains of France

bearing son of Jesus bouncing on her lap

who laughs when lightning strikes red

and holds high Torch of Liberty to guide

steps of refugees safe into hills of Arcadia

where we herd sheep among apple trees

while young Zambor plays Harp of David.


Hail Argotta blonde blue-eyed queen

of Franks and bride of Pharamundus

son of Jesus whose black curling hair

and dark eyes are transformed by Egg

of her Soul to become Kings of Europe

reigning in a thousand castles of stone

for a thousand years Russia to Angelia

to be born a billion souls living today.


Hail Basina bride of Clodionus Crintus

Neptune of Arcadia and storm sea beast

for she bears his son Wizard Meroveus

who holds gold Holy Grail of Sang Israal

when he stands tall on Tower of Arcadia

enchanting hearts of men with noble love

for his bride in white gown of Snow Queen

who bears reincarnation of his seed in man.


Hail Igraine queen of sparkling waterfalls

who bears Arthur little bear in her arms

for he forges sword from stone of heaven

and breaks a thousand swords of thieves

to clear forest of wolves and cruel snakes

so children of Angels may dance in hall

of mirrors singing hymns of peace and love

when Guinevere appears in robe of clouds.


Hail Helena mother of Emperor Constantine

Mermaid descendant of Marya Magdalena

and Jesus Christus reincarnation of God

eternal spirit of tribal leader who ascends

throne of Caesar with triple crown of Christ

to wield scepter as ruler of arches and laws

for he founds new Jerusalem in Byzantium

to reign a thousand years in Hall of Ilium.


Hail Earendel brightest of Angels in Albion

who soars over Mith-Garth in Helius balloon

bearing messages of hope for tribes of men

and bringing presents and fruit and grain

to villagers buried under sparkling snow

who gaze with joy when black storm clouds

part to reveal balloon gliding on sun beams

when she comes with her son in red robe.


Hail Melusine serpent mother of water well

who rises singing over forests of Elf-Hame

bearing Oberon on her lap in moonlight

and feeds him honey and milk of dragons

then gives him magic scepter of Zambor

he uses to enchant hearts of mortal men

with loyal love for eternal queen of heaven

when Titania dances in Anahita tree of gifts.


Hail Eleanor of Aquitaine wife of Henry

who bears son of Lion King on her lap

though he squirms eager to run and play

swinging his sword and galloping on horse

over Island of Angels to battle against witch

of blue ice for she imprisons sons of men

and tortures them as they become her slaves

till Johan rescues all from dungeon gloom.


Hail Eleanor of Castile daughter of Zaida

descended from desert Prophet Mohamad

who sits singing in white Castle Cairnarfon

bearing child of Edward Hammer of Truth

bright-eyed Joan who plays hide and seek

with Fairies and Elves in Garden of Apples

hidden in silver mist on lush Avalon Island

where Merlin plays harp with golden strings.


Hail Anne Bradstreet daughter of Dudley

who sails to America on Ship Arabella

tenth muse sprung up from Massachusetts

who bears sweet Mercy daughter of Simon

on her lap who gazes west toward Oregon

listening to Hiawatha singing in gold mist

eager to explore a vast brave new world

where Sophronia sings hymns in Idaho.


Hail Sulistyorini bride of Prophet Surazeus

who bears two bright daughters on her lap

girls who reincarnate goddess souls in flesh

Saraswati swan empress of sacred poetry

and Athena lightning queen of fierce war

for they gaze at this Earth with wise eyes

while soaring in silver ship over blue skies

and weave visions of life in Crystal Globe.


Nyertha In Ozark Mist

2007 01 14


Silver mist shimmers over Ozark Mountains

twinkling in drops on glass of a white van

that glides swift over black ribbon highway.


Glancing out window I catch a glimpse

of ancient timeless silence in woods

with rocky streams between fast roads.


Blind Wizard with long silver beard smiles

I lost my face walking west to Land of Oz

and found my face carved on granite cliff.


I am asleep in a motel by a muddy river

when I see a woman rise from dark lake

holding bones and eggs in her open hands.


Smearing them with honey I eat them all

then open wide my lion-roaring mouth

and extract Book of a Thousand Prophets.


Nyertha with green eyes and long hair

tangled with grape vines and Eglantine

grasps my face and bites my peach brain.


We dwell hidden under pine branches

then we split saplings and lay out planks

circling pine trunk to keep dry in rain flood.


Then we erect pillars circling our pine

and cover it over with thick oak planks

and enclose our round house inside walls.


I climb on roof and erect more pillars

and build a second floor with round table

where we carve bowls and demon masks.


Seven floors high we build hidden tower

surrounding pine tree on mountain ridge

so Anahita in white gown may sing hymns.


We build a hundred towers in oak planks

around living pines along sparkling river

and sing when moon shines gold in clouds.


Nyertha runs up to me in a green gown

looks both ways then grabs my hands

so I follow giggling girl into tower room.


Fill my soul with a child she whispers

clutching my shoulders with shining eyes

so I kiss her and taste honey in her hair.


Six children run laughing around my feet

so I take them walking in Land of Ozark

exploring mountain slopes and lush vales.


Raiders riding through village of towers

snatch children and carry them away fast

leaving their screams to tear at my heart.


I carve white stone from ancient silent hills

and build round walls around pine towers

sixty feet high to protect my surviving child.


Gyertha daughter of Nyertha in red gown

holding book of visions stands in window

of white tower and sings while we hum soft.


Who will help Goddess of Thunder Rain

reincarnate Eternal Soul of Godin in child

of her eyes who will one day take her place.


Wizards and warriors from all over Oz

gather before tower of Mountain Queen

to contest in song and sport for her love.


While Wizards cast illusions with spells

and warriors battle in elegant martial arts

over by river Thorin works metal into craft.


Gyertha sees young girl fall into river

so she stands watching Thorin leap fast

to rescue child and bring her back safe.


Thorin kneels by child filling her lungs

with air to bring her soul back from death

and crowd cheers when she sputters awake.


Crowd parts and Gyertha places ring crown

of gold and jewels on bowed head of Thorin

who blushes embarrassed of their adoration.


Gyertha leads Thorin up winding stairs

to tower room where they make sweet love

as stars twinkle and full moon shines gold.


Gyertha bears a cute girl with golden hair

and blue eyes who loves helping father

working in his metal shop by Star River.


Girtha wearing leather apron and gloves

pours melted gold to forge shining rings

then pours steel in mold to forge a sword.


Pulling long silver sword from stone mold

Girtha holds it high under shimmering moon

and grins as she polishes it with honor stone.


Raiders ride through village grabbing girls

but Girtha appears in mist with long sword

slashing arms and chopping off their heads.


Raiders return and shoot arrows of fire

burning down towers as scared Elohim flee

then surround tower of stone and scream.


Burning arrow landing in stone tower room

envelopes ancient oak floors in red flame

as roaring fire devours Thorin and Gyertha.


Leaping from stone tower with her sword

Girtha wearing wolf head and bear cape

howls I am Skyoldunga Witch of Death.


Silver sword Moon Beam glitters cold

in her hands as she slashes and strikes

slaying raiders who never return home.


Following last raider she finds their hall

where captured children languish as slaves

so she kicks door and stands before throne.


Old man wearing bull skull with horns

trembles in terror as she stabs his heart

and hurls his broken body into fire pit.


Breaking chains she frees a hundred slaves

who crowd around Wolf Witch and pray

protect us and guide us in our new freedom.


Girtha organizes their labor to bake bread

and wash clothes and create wood crafts

and build wagons and care for milk cows.


Standing inside cold tower of white stone

Girtha weeps holding bones of her mother

and father inside black shell of their home.


Girtha rebuilds oak hall inside her tower

carving stairs and floors of polished wood

and round table with twelve sturdy chairs.


Raspberry Moon Hope

2007 01 15


If you cannot see my scribbled words

on wall of this rotting wood shack

will you hear my words on car radio.


Doors creak open and slam shut at dusk

and maybe she will answer telephone

unless painting of Jesus on flower wall

smiles sweet and tells her instead to eat

chocolate so she licks her thin fingers

and halo glows moon red behind his head.


Why did they kill him I ask his wife

but she closes book of horse paintings

and becomes a picture in a magazine

so I step outside careful on rotten porch.

Raspberry vines tear at my new suit.


I flip open silver cellular phone and dial

nine one seven to call emergency angel

and point at two men trying to bury a knife.

I know they killed him to steal his eyes

and give his heart to presidential candidate.


I hide behind Mulberry bush and wait

but huge hot yellow cougar crushes me

gnawing my elbow with sharp pink teeth.

Three airplanes circle city of lost souls

but who waits for their message of hope.


Another Messiah Will Appear

2007 01 16


Alone I stand on black rock hill and laugh

watching myself grip a cold steering wheel

and race over rolling hills with scarlet stream

of cars that hide faces with beating hearts.


We are metal dinosaur turtles that race

faster than rabbits and faster than leopards

chasing rainbow credit cards backward

toward paradise hidden in computer screens.


Was life easier for me a thousand years ago

when I was warrior king of Castile and Leon

swinging a sword to protect wife and child

who hid inside stone walls eating oranges

than today driving a white van over hills

to weave illusions of light in cyber space?


God sends Gabriel and Athena to command

that I preach her message of new hope

combining all world religions in one faith

for are they all not one manifestation of truth

but I stand shouting on freeway bridge

or sit silent by fountain in crowded mall.


My daughter wears a white silk skirt

and pink gauze veil with plastic crown

twinkling with jewels and pink feathers

then parades slow and elegant in apartment

while I read news of murder and violent war

on silver computer that glows yellow hot.


So we draw a picture of a green alligator

with delicate pink fairy wings who glides

over rolling Missouri hills searching high

and low for a secret valley with a blue lake.


Having studied language and tribal history

I assemble puzzle of names to discover

I am an Asian descended from El Asshur

who founded empire of Assyria in Asiran

then migrated west to Galatia and married

a Vanir princess to found city of Asgard

where my son Odin reigned as king of Aesir.


I see her face shining gold with pure light

as I place crown ring of gold with jewels

on head of Salorian Mother Dragon Queen

who sits holding gold scepter of Salorka

on stone throne in secret cavern of Mithras.


Go forth my Raven in mist and sing clear

to priestesses who keep watch in high towers

visions of my heart that we work with one mind

of purpose to teach our children Way of Rite

so they may open their eyes wide and see Truth.


I stand before tall Watch Tower of Bethania

and gaze with admiration at face of Mary

image of Aten and her daughter wise Athena

who plucks Isis Harp and chants magic spells

that teach me scientific method seeking truth

when I explore this world and write words.


Jesus was Guardian over Children of Asura El

so I guide Elohim safe from swords of Roma

to secret caverns of Mithras in hills of Galatia

but new-born Elf children forget desert of David

while herding sheep in lush hills of Arcadia.


Taliesin plucks Harp of Apollo to woo heart

of Artemis who teaches their son to chant

ancient spells I still remember in sad dreams

before I wake in Arkansas two thousand years

after I was born again as Father and Son

from Holy Sperm to reincarnate as Zambor

in Womb of Sophia in Constantinopolis Dome

who teaches me secret Wisdom of Solomon

and Law of Charlemagne and Grail of Arthur.


Nine Messiahs reigned over Children of Jesus

and Mary Magdalene wearing triple crown

of Syria and Judea and Galatia full of jewels

given to each new Tribal Guardian by Anahita

for they are reincarnations of our Eternal God

soul of life reborn as flesh from father to son.


Jesus and Faramundus and Meroveus reigned

over Arcadia tending sheep and playing harp

then Constantinus and Carolus and Athurus

reigned over Roma and Francia and Avallonia

swinging sword and holding court in stone hall

then Williamus and Edwardus reigned in Anglia

organizing farmers and clerics and wrights

to create and explore and trade in enterprise

of capital commerce that builds new empires.


Soon another Messiah will appear in heaven

shining bright over all faiths and tribes as one

unconquerable sun who unites nations of Earth

quilting cultures and religions to encompass all

in one temple that includes every person alive

for he will establish a new Church of Truth

that venerates all men and women of history

who accomplished great deeds with their hearts

as noble gods who manifest one eternal spirit

of honest truth for their moment in Dream Time.


Where will you look to see his coming glory

Angels of America except in your own hearts

for he is manifestation of your hoping dreams

woven together in fabric of his tingling flesh

for he will be baptized in stream of your tears.


Gather at this river of salvation that flows

along highways where you drive fast cars

and hold hands to sing hymns of cooperation

pledging to follow secret visions of your hearts

for after war is spent and blood flows hot

will we bathe in river of his enchanting words

that will cleanse your souls with selfless love.


Ourobouros Ring Of White Gold

2007 01 17


Thousands of pilgrims leave their jobs

and churches and bars flocking to valley

hidden in Ozark Mountains in blue mist

to kneel and gaze with reverent awe

at giant carving on Mountain of Fertility.


Jesus and Kwan Yin make love forever

depicted in stone creating new generation

of girls and boys who populate misty hills

riding horses and climbing giant oak trees

and talking with ravens by narrow streams.


Grinning green sun weeps gold blood rain

drenching ancient mountains of broken rock

that melt into muck where seeds sprout tree

reaching bare fingers toward bleak blue sky

till one giant peach hangs glowing on thread

of silver soul where Surazeus floats alone

dreaming entire history of vast universe game.


Three daughters and three sons who are born

from seeds of Jesus and eggs of Kwan Yin

travel six directions from center of our world

at Agartha to ends of Earth where they raise

new families in fertile valleys by sparkling lakes

then lie down and die as they gaze in eyes

of their children who increase and multiply

till every nation is teeming with their souls.


Sularin sails small wood boat down Rhine

floating alone in mist on silent Gothnian Sea

guiding his craft toward island of gold fruit

surrounded by snow-shrouded mountain peaks

then walks toward tree of shimmering fruit

where he sees woman with gold hair and eyes

blue as ice holding large red egg of a dragon.


Turning off television I stand at window

of my apartment and stare at empty meadow

glowing in moonlight where children play

in sunlight for I see their ghosts and hear

their voices in wind battering my window.


My daughters are ghosts inside my eyes

and voices heard inside a silver cell phone

for their souls are strikes of gold lightning

that flash over red Ozark hills at midnight

illuminating bridge of ice that links my heart

to heart of my wife far away in Michigan.


My wife is daughter of Kwan Yin and Shiva

while I am son of Jesus Christ and Ishtar

souls reunited in flesh of our two daughters

after ten thousand years walking east and west

till we meet again on opposite side of Earth

in Ourobouros Ring of White Gold that binds

our hearts in eternal love and laughing desire.


I may die tomorrow and crumble to dust

and my skeleton dance on string of ice

but my Eternal God Soul lives again in eyes

of my daughters who run squealing in my arms

when I walk through door returning home

from work designing maps of our universe

so we can find right way back to paradise.


Lost Tribe Of Calliope

2007 01 27


Frost sparkles on hills of broken rocks.


Ancient God of History at wood desk

stares at piles of thick leather books

full of parchment paper black with words

describing ten thousand years of life

and death crowded with women and men

struggling to survive and find sweet glow

of meaning before we disappear forever.


When I was a boy eldest son of Calliope

who sang epic tales of adventure and hope

I lived in marble temple on mountain

of Parnassus where women in white gowns

danced and sang stories for big audiences

of farmers and craftsmen and merchants

and warriors and priests who would come

from all over Hellas and Persia and Kemet

for those nine muses were famous and loved.


Every night huge Museum of Nine Muses

daughters of Apollo my old grandfather

was crowded with people who cheered

and laughed as they ate beef and drank wine

while watching stories and hearing songs

of Zeus and Hera who were always at odds

over how to rule this world of mortal men.


How they laughed every time Hera caught

Zeus seducing another gentle mortal girl

or how they gasped when Agamemnon

was slain after returning from distant wars

or why they cheered when Odysseus fooled

a king or priest with his wily tricks of wit.


I wish I could return south to my homeland

in lush hills of Arcadia by sparkling streams

where boys and girls tending sheep sang

bawdy songs of love and tender adoration

then streamed into Museum nearing sunset

to feast and chant hymns from old Hesiod

crazy wheat farmer then how all were thrilled

when Artemis appeared in silver moonlight.


Audience grew quiet when Artemis appeared

elegant girl in white gown with long bow

chasing a deer in dark forest of Sylvania

when she would appear by lake of moonlight

to see cute Apollon plucking his gold harp

then I would run on stage with a little bow

and goose wings strapped to my shoulders

to shoot an arrow of love piercing her heart.


My big sister Artemis had such a sweet voice

as she sang sweet longing of her lone heart

to love and cherish this handsome young boy

playing such delicate tunes on golden strings

and her song had audiences of men enchanted

for years even after she bore seven children

for Apollon who got drunk and lost his harp.


Then war ships came from a distant land

and dark men with gold helmets and swords

swarmed over farms and citadels of Hellas

attacking Ephesus then Athens and Sparta

so we organized wagons full of children

and traveled many miles into dark forests

north where cold snow falls on vast plains

seeking a new life on hills by nameless rivers.


My mother Calliope long a delicate singer

lay down and died under an old oak tree

and I fell in love with a girl in a village

with long gold hair and strange blue eyes

gleaming bright as heaven on a Spring day

so I stayed with her and sang her sweet tunes

and she bore nine children who grew tall

herding cows of her father on lush green hills.


My wife drowned fishing in a cold river

and my children married and moved away

so now I sit alone in a cold hollow cave

on a mountain slope far from Parnassus

scribbling words to every song I remember

sung by Muses my mother and her sisters

so long ago in warm sunshine of Arcadia.


Should I keep writing because who is here

to read words of my visions and remember

ancient tales of heroes and goddesses and kings

because pages of my books may disintegrate

and crumble away to dust forgotten in cave

of silent voices where an old lonely man sits

staring at ghosts of women in white gowns

singing in moonlight in a temple of memory

where now silent wind whispers in my heart.


God of History whispers sing me a noble tale

of heroes sweet Muse then lies down and dies.


Blind Garbage Muckraker

2007 01 29


Who are you rising up from black muck

of nowhere hurling a gazillion tomatoes

of contempt from rotting gardens of despair

to splatter your thoughtless words on eyes

of our sprawling spider-web octopus internet.

I am your muckraker and blind garbage man

shoveling fears into a bottomless rabbit hole.


A hundred million people sit alone in rooms

without moonlight tapping silent letter keys

spelling visions of fear and hate and despair

and worship and love and hope with web logs

that weave a tangled truth into wireless internet.

I am your muckraker and blind garbage man

scattering seeds on vast cement parking lots.


Come sail with me to Byzantium sweet ghosts

of Zarahemla who march against war and greed

surrounding White House under clear blue sky

where our mad man tumbles head over heels

shattering mirrors of illusion reflecting our lies.

I am your muckraker and blind garbage man

batting baseball missiles toward a burning sun.


I forgot what I wanted to say when I sat alone

in silence without hands or mouth in basement

of an ancient rotting mansion in Seattle rain

so I walked away slow to Miami and Michigan

hoping to go fishing on a blue Arkansas lake.

I am your muckraker and blind garbage man

assembling your words into a roaring epic tale.


Zion Metallic Van

2007 02 05


Silver eyeless moon gleams in mist

of ice-purple sky on highway of cars

slithering through hills of leafless oaks

that whisper ancient mysterious truths

but he cannot hear secrets of their dreams

for he is speeding by in a metallic van.


Long black fingers of Oak Demons

creak as they stretch down over road

to brush polished roofs and clean glass

of speeding cars leaving a trail of shine

swirling in hurricane of capitalist race.


Where are you speeding in metallic van

Othaken mutters in ear of businessman

who turns startled at tickle on his ear

to see shadow of ancient tree behind sign

watching him with six red glittering eyes.


Heart pounding in terror he snaps open

cell phone and speeds off in metallic van

while dialing emergency but Odin answers

with ancient voice of gravel and glaciers

remember your secret name is written clear

on crumbling cliff beneath green waterfall

so return to Valhalla with this ring of gold.


Three flat tires stop speeding metallic van

that rolls off narrow road into oak grove

where businessman in black suit stumbles

fleeing ghosts of ancient memories revived

by ice gleaming on his thin wooden hands.


Returning ten years later he finds covered

in clinging vines his speeding metallic van.


Where did you go his little boy shouts

infant child locked in booster seat grown

into large hairy bear with gleaming claws

that clack plastic computer keys to spell

golden runes that gleam on smudged glass

of windows encasing a floating metallic van.


Dig up roots of this ancient family tree

he explains kneeling beside grown son

so we can discover lost secret treasures

of Elves and Fairies locked in copper box

so he gives him key he took from a frog

and opens hood of floating metallic van.


Arthur bear-boy pries open hood to fiddle

with wires and pistons as he repairs engine

of magic time machine where Eldar Runes

are carved detailing mystery of flying high

then explains to his father we are Alfarin

who first designed this floating metallic van.


Come sail over Albion on wings of fire

and shoot star arrows with bow of desire

then dance with Ishtar on pyramid of bone

and protect our daughter in tower of stone

for she will bear World King Son of Man

who navigates life in floating metallic van.


He wanders lost for ten thousand years

in ancient oak forest off east Zion Road

swimming deep in emerald sparkling lake

and writing visions in underwater cavern

weaving word spells in Scriptorium hall

that none see hidden in white metallic van.


Water splashes where he floats invisible

on cool waves under hot misty red sky

watching three hawks transform slow

into Angels who bring messages of doom

and hope hidden inside television tubes

ignored by people racing in metallic vans.


Waving goodbye to his wife and children

he stands on rusting bridge in oak wood

and throws keys to every house and car

he owned into muddy river with a prayer.


Thunder whispers over rolling gold hills

and lightning flashes on our metallic vans

while prophets of love sing sad ballads

on radio stations between loud commercials.


Small woman in white lace gown smiles

when she touches my brain with hands

brown from swamps of Bohemian woods.


Jolted awake I am driving my metallic van

over rolling hills past ancient oak woods

where ravens wait for me to come again

where Gwoerthe elegant girl in white gown

dances singing on lush shore of Main Stream

hoping to lure me back to Fichtelgebirge vales.


Backwards racing nowhere my metallic van

I drive forward to my past where I hope

to find secret birthplace of Bertha Ziebarth

whose house in Posen Thueringen Germania

still shudders from piano music of Gotehaven

ancient wizard with silver hair and blue eyes.


Standing on high roof of metallic van

I hold video camera with a hard drive

recording image of our big round world

as seen with eyes of Zambor Raven King.


Born again he rises laughing from lake

of shimmering waters and stares at sky

of secret valley found with metallic van

and wonders why do we label landscapes

of rivers and hills and mist and flowers.


No matter how far from home of birth

I roam in this world on nameless roads

I will always return in my metallic van

to secret hearth where my singing kids

and smiling wife welcome me with hugs.


He soars among stars high above Earth

a satellite alone with ten million eyes

dreaming alive history of human souls

who flow silent in river of metallic vans.


White Wolf Of Witalya

2007 02 06


Gaius wakes after vicious battle of spears

to find all his clansmen from Alba slain

hearts pierced by arrows of Celtic Wolves.


Trembling from pain in wounded legs

Gaius crawls like a snake in dry swamp

hidden by tall grass where ducks flock.


Ignoring pecking beak of angry ducks

he cracks and sucks eggs then lies flat

and stares at clear Spring sky fading to black.


At dawn he sucks more eggs then crawls

steep hill of crumbling rock to hide alone

in grove of oaks staring at silent wagons.


We spent all winter building three wagons

hatching plans to hunt wolves and return

next Autumn with wagons full of rich pelts.


We killed large white mother wolf

but that brought wrath of Wolf Tribe

who attacked in rage then bore her away.


Struggling to his feet each purple dawn

Gaius chops trees and constructs a fort

to hide in hilltop grove safe from attack.


Three cold winters and hot summers pass

while he develops routine gathering eggs

and catching rabbits for delicious stew.


Confined to safe secret grove of steep hill

Gaius gazes with longing over broad valley

to gleaming river cooler than his small pool.


Disguised in rabbit fur one mist morning

Gaius moves swift and low through tall grass

limping fast as he can toward broad stream.


Huddled by river with heart thundering hard

Gaius constructs raft and climbs on board

then lies low as it swirls among tall trees.


Wolves and Wolf Girls run among trees

following his raft and leaping over rocks

as they watch him with bright green eyes.


Heart of Gaius pounds in terror when raft

stops stuck on roots of an ancient tree

like fingers clutching to stop his escape.


Tall Wolf Girl with flowing red hair

swings on rope to land on his small raft

then binds his hands and drags him ashore.


Panting on his knees Gaius peers upward

through tangled hair at face of tall woman

whose flashing eyes pierce his heart with love.


Keeping his eyes on her slim elegant face

Gaius follows Wolf Girl to mountain cave

where he sits beside large crackling fire.


Paintings of people and wolves on walls

glitter in flicker of gold fire as slim faces

stare at him while tall woman begins to sing.


Sweet melody of her voice enchants his heart

sweeping his soul away on swirling wind

and he thrills at joy of running with wolves.


Gaius obeys every gesture and command

of Wolf Woman without hesitation and grins

when he sees she perceives he loves her soul.


Sitting before him after he works hard all day

hauling firewood and cutting stones to blocks

she touches her breast and whispers Witalya.


Palming his hands and bowing low with love

Gaius smiles and sings I love you Witalya

for your face shines bright like silver moon.


Owl cries and wolf tribe grabs their spears

and bows then run swift so he runs along

to see large army of his clansmen in valley.


Touching face of Witalya with gentle smile

Gaius walks down hill from hiding wolves

and stands before his uncle who laughs loud.


You left a boy and now I see wild wolf man

but we came to seek revenge for your death

he growls polishing his long shining sword.


Gaius speaks loud to his surprised clansmen

do not seek revenge for we committed crime

when we killed noble wolf mother of their clan.


His uncle and cousins sheathe their swords

and bow their heads when he leads crowd

to kneel before tree carved like noble wolf.


All night they dance and drink grape juice

while he chants tales of noble mountain wolves

and they howl singing under bright red moon.


At dawn they pack wagons and head for home

but Gaius stays waving goodbye to his clan

then turns to see Wolf Girl with shining tears.


Ritual Of Frozen Chaos

2007 02 07


Young girl in long blue Cinderella dress

walks by crowded red-brick library at noon

holding a gold tulip and silver cell phone.


If I return to shores of mystic Avalon

with thick family photo album of kings

and queens who still live in my blue eyes

will I find strangers living in castle halls

I built from stone with sore bleeding hands.


Why did Angela escape cold stone castle

four hundred years ago at dawn to marry

a simple baker and bear three strong sons

who sailed away from Denmark on ships

with full sails to explore many new worlds

past Avalon and out to blue Caribbean Sea.


Young girl in long blue Cinderella dress

opens glass door of museum near Wal-Mart

and sits at library desk with history books

to dream about Guinevere and Melusine

and both Eleanor of Aquitaine and Castile

dancing in moonlight at bubbling fountain

in forest of spirits so she draws big map

showing their trail of laughter and tears

through Arcadia and Aquitaine and Anglia

to America where we live now in Arkansas.


Electric rainbows of eternal spirits beam

from mountain peaks arching over valleys

of houses and schools and offices and malls

and churches and theaters where millions

of people follow mazes of ancient desire

to create paradise in silent wilderness mist.


Old man with snow hair steps from book

and tells young girl tale of his marriage.

I saw young girl in white gown at fountain

of dawn so I gave her basket of snake eggs

and pungent herbs and thick honey comb

and ripe pears then I held her soft hand.


Together we ran through crowded castle

followed by our friends into throne hall

where I grabbed gold crown with jewels

and placed it shining on her gold curls

then I kissed her while everyone sang hymns

while we made love on altar bed of creation.


Marriage ritual is frozen chaos of desire

channeled in elegant dance well rehearsed

by centuries of turmoil in struggle for power

as women in black robes organized program

of breeding to produce heirs of our father

Jesus Christus and his bride Marya Magdalena

Queen of Bethania Holy House of Gifts.


Political Party of Christianitas has ruled

kingdoms of Europa for eight thousand years

Marduk to Adam to Enoch to Abraham

to Israel to Judah to David to Solomon

to Jesus to Meroveus to Arthur to Charlemagne

to William to Henry to Johan to Edward

to every Plantagenet President of America

and millions of Angels including Surazeus

who places crown of Great Mother on his bride

for she bears generation of our Eternal Soul.


Holding Baphomet Skull of Sidon Sophia

Nostra Dama Marya Magdalena of Bethania

Angelus Surazeus mounts One Eye Pyramid

and proclaims I establish Kingdom of Truth

and Justice at heart of this broad fertile land

I christen Christopolis Capitol of Anglonesia

empire of America and Europa and Russia

where all children of First Mother Skythia

celebrate life with dance and wine and song.


Behold glorious sun queen Gloriana returns

rising reborn from wilderness of revolution

to lead Angels of America on Crusade for Truth

in battle against cowboy clown and oil vampire

when Lion King and Wolf Lord overthrow

statue of gold erected for worship of tyrants.


Goddess of Liberty embodies Fairy Queen

who rides White Unicorn of Justice to war

against iron dragon with jaws dripping oil

who tried to devour our Queen of Freedom

but she stands strong on marble Moon Palace

crowned with Twelve Stars on Mount Zion.


Gloriana Fairy Queen of America crowns

Surazeus Prophet of Truth with sacred mission

to proclaim return of Christ as glowing soul

of his daughter who campaigns for votes

sea to shining sea in our welcoming homes

seeking to restore dignity to our White House

so he sits in gardens of America and sings

hymns of love to celebrate restoration of peace

on Earth and goodwill between united nations.


Young girl in blue Cinderella dress smiles

drawing pictures of normal girls and boys

of all races and religions united in one family

sharing paradise of our Mother World Earth

and she sings even most humble unknown soul

shines with holy light of our Eternal Soul.


I Love School

2007 02 12


Wind blows soft in red leaves

of ancient apple tree on steep hill

of flowers where bees buzz loud.


Honey drips gold from rotten oak

where seven ravens watch man

crawl wounded from fierce battle.


Young girl in white dress weeps

washing clean face of her father

who stares blank at blue sky.


I love school she whispers sad

touching picture of dying king

in story book she reads in winter.


White snow flakes fall slow

on black raven hair of girl

dreaming alone by gray stone well.


Great Wheel Of Life

2007 02 15


Sara and Athena wearing princess gowns

run down stairs in castle of white stone.

They hold hands with Ririn and sing

Winter sky is ice blue and we love you.

Dance with us on great wheel of life.


Sara and Athena put eggs in woven basket

then sail boat among swans on sparkling lake.

They climb old oak with Simon and sing

Spring sky is honey gold and we love you.

Dance with us on great wheel of life.


Sara and Athena run with horse in wind

over rolling hills with tall apple trees.

They dance laughing with Ririn and sing

Summer sky is fire red and we love you.

Dance with us on great wheel of life.


Sara and Athena gather blooming flowers

where honeybees buzz by meadow lake.

They run laughing with Simon and sing

Fall sky is pumpkin orange and we love you.

Dance with us on great wheel of life.


Vote For Queen Tinker Bell

2007 02 16


Green-eyed man with oak-rough skin

perches on jagged rock on a mountain

inside cathedral of glass by a highway

streaming with cars of glittering light

and plays delicate tune on a silver flute

while Tinker Bell flits around his head

sprinkling fairy dust on American towers.


A thousand angels in white robes sing

sweet hymns in ringing harmony soft

to celebrate birth of every baby alive

then grab rifles and run over field of grass

shooting bullets that splatter their minds

in red rain staining blue glass towers

in tears that stream down face of a girl.


Halleluyah sings tall woman in pink robe

wearing gold crown studded with jewels

that flicker with scenes of life and death

from movies on televisions that sink slow

in muck of high floods from melting snow

drowning stage of Globe Theater at noon

where John Gielgud throws ancient books

in bubbling cauldron and smiles at Cupid.


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