Diamond of Istari
Angeliad of Surazeus
2007 Episodes
Surazeus Astarius Jesuvius Gothinus
Angelus of Anglonesia
Smashwords Edition 1, October 2009
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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.