overcome the curse

The Historian

Ouranos

sophia

Memorandus

The blue pain of christ

Book of the Fallen Blood moon

Chapter 5: Bread for roses and a dollar for man

There was a moaning in the feral moonlit darkness, heard like an animal in blind heat

a screaming from the frogs , lilies and violins, burnished wood and shadows all around the ring

where the minds hole lets in gold dust and white doves and flies off in a fluttering explosion

exotic jewels, the need in his hand becoming a white golden crown , flashing spots in the brain

he kneels and cries out, arms into the murky dusk of summers falling heat, fires on the beach

The man bends down and puts on a coat of exhaustion ballet

the warp and woof of him had made of him an adamantine texture, harsh and unyielding

his hands go under the evanescent skin and stand up raised to the sheltering, witnessing sky

his fiber tough and knotty, he collapses and becomes sword, sharpened and glowing in starlight

sand pours out from his eyes and out drop ancient roman military short swords in a shining pile

Like a hole in the ground that leads to yesterday, the absurd rules this lot and nonsense is archon

a guttural growl rambles out of him and he screams like a bear, barking out orders to the air

grabbing pain, he makes a sword and plunges it all the way into his chest, up to the iron red hilt

a woman jumps out and they both looked out together, solid as the mountain forever entwined

streams and rivulets & it falls to the sand and the last breaths and the blood explodes out in jets

His eyes close and his head falls slowly like the diamonds in a flame

the man goes silent, full of pink gritty sand; vapors blow around his inert gravitational mass

the ghostly shades of the seven women fade away and forward and he is dead forever

kneeling in a pool of water the bonfire burns all night long, from above a small orange flame

time has these moments etched in her purse and she pulls and the wonders bring golden rain

The girl sits and bounces her leg and twists her hair and passes no judgment

she watches it all from the safety of the green boat, her heart turning over for the pain of man

the boat turns away from the shore and moves her hair and she sucks on the end of some strands

towed slowly by the mermaids, she breathes in the dream and there is no hurry or place to be

it goes very slow and she walks on the decks sun beams incrementally towards the western lands

a wisp from the fire burning down below in the hold, feeds the fading sky blue cedar smoke

She sits on the bow her bliss across the old wooden deck the wind blows feathers around her

covering her face watching the flow of her head looking down with long moving dark hair

her fingers trace spirals in scattered sand and leaves, blue green waters whorl around the boat

the girl remembers her name is echo and says it aloud to the green forest inlet as the tide pulls

out goes the breathing life of it, falling down beneath the sea deep blue of cool dark night

Flowing and ferreting out small sounds that echo up from the sounding depths, like an animal

moving lasciviously around her body full of stars, wearing the costume became her universe

said the great I am, she listened for, as the boat moved into the night again and stayed forever tossing overboard a subservient crown and blessed the world with love to all in a song dream

and then she heard from the shore a moan, the man awoke from death without his deadly treason

he had not a thought in his head

but stared acutely with his minds deep eye at the ceaseless moving breathing body

an undercurrent of dirt with beating living veins, drumming in blood, silent of thought

this rain, this yellow, this night, this painting, this girl, this moon , this life, this dog, this ocean , this computer, this string of words

Book of the Fallen Blood Moon

Book of the Fallen Blood Moon

Chapter 4:  So far and away from the cages of anger

The irrational possessed her and here was true freedom

nobody stood forebodingly like skinny actresses being vain, afraid of stillness among cliffs

sharp phonons embraced victory and spoke in silent ways, sailing through interstellar space

the symbols danced in a stiletto pump clique of white clouds

perched over the despotic remnants of self importance, like bird souls fighting for lead

Echoes flung themselves over the water at the speed of shadow and sound

with buried bones, she could sense dead bosses trying to order the emergence of old resentments under the earth were partially fleshed skeletons of ghost workers within green rotting coffins

their hands shivering with tremors, skewed dust decay and torrents of life pouring from the horn

the moon locked away and the car alarms naked in the white cracked drunken sun

A tsunami fog rolled in singing, animal medicine ghosts traveling through time in lost words

it swirled and billowed and hung the world upside down by its feet, gracefully in a storm canoe

blood dripped from remnants of a lambskin painted gold, nailed to the dry center trunk of tree

carved from out of the wind, an ancient mask made for the crow, a gift from her old father

and underneath wave after wave after wave sounded quietly against the hull of the small ship

Clothed in and around the blackened bar was a living fire to lighten the darkness

there was a huge sheet of wind coming from within her heart to carry the universe

like a crashed web of gold and lashed skin drums beating and heard like whips in the shade

on the shore

in the shadow of the blinded god, laid a male human beckoning downward for more sweet death

naked and pathetic, the man reaches into the air, weakly murmuring for his old mother of roses

In supplication to invisible moist wolf tits he gathers a handful of crimson reeds

a whited sepulcher, he moves them ritualistically, comatose invocations to an unconscious whore

seven ghostly women wearing white robes appeared from the fog,  fey and plump with milk

black hair covered their faces and in their hands were dancing snakes, swaying to the flooded air

bearing witness to his lost soul, copper burners stood on the shore, pouring gowns materialized

A splendid narcotic fire erupts behind them, broken among the last shells in the game

incense pours forth, rapturous eons pass billowed in the winds of peace, bliss and delight

crows and cougars mew and caw in satiation behind the fences of the many, many houses

eating at earth, calling from the dark pines, logging roads of gravel edged by bits of dead beers

imminent destruction in the chant and rhythm of their seven invisible drums, snakes writhing

A burning in the ancient glade of bonfires

Cast away into the one awaiting in our far away darkness

Where the shadows fear no second glances and the eyes rest with ease