london fog, you crush my dreams
replace them with the density of reality
and all that it forgives.
london fog, you picked me clean
loaded the barrel with the cigarette smoke
of your dearly departed, fired into my belly
I felt the embers of your legions burn into me
watched the crown cascade through history
you fooled the roses, torched the throne
gave way to the spirits of the sky and let loose
your unforgivable torments to the peasants and pious below.
london fog, I forgive you
placed in your towers, lucidly dreaming of peace
it had no place in King Henry's courts,
will it come to fruition this millennia?
will the escapades and smoke clear
in time for you to drift out to sea?
london fog, I love you
you birthed the dark alleys, swept the ports
calloused young men's hands, broke fair maiden's hearts
trenched favored captains in your islands, set loose the waves of discord
all in the name of your lover, the sea.
you disregard land-lovers with an easy conscious
because you know what their ends hold:
the billows of the waves
the barnacles on the bilge
the cold that creeps up my sleeves
the london fog.
eased to the fourth
I spy with my silver-blue eye ..
the touch of marble never left
the soles of my feet;
I could hear the raucous laughter in the courtyard
where Dionysus prevailed tonight
like any night
I was but a victory, an exotic jewel
a spoil of war, admired and shunned
little more than a piece of flesh
to be clung to; a fertile field
for seed to be sown.
I hated it.
But no more.
the night of the celebration -
another bloody battle won, no doubt
gifted me the second I needed
to end the golden cage that held me prisoner,
Athena help me.
like dear Julius at the Senate
my sweet husband fell to the sting of a dagger
consumed by wine and intoxicated by prostitutes
there is no love for me,
only patriarchal lust for his cursed lineage
well, husband of mine, your lust will be slaked
for you will meet your heavenly family by my hand
and settle the poison that has leaked into my heart
since you kidnapped me
picked me clean.
the tables of fortune are not in your favour
and I will be free, free to run and start anew.
and should your brother-in-arms come for me
be sure to tell them the priestess of Athens
will not spare them from her wrath for centuries to come.
to the third,
I spy with my silver-blue eye ...
the sands of time are fraught with secrets and defiled love.
the queen of the Nile has sat upon Egypt's throne for
far longer than any man of letters has felt lust
for a woman he can only watch from afar, in
crowds of prostrated citizens; each of
their bodies bent on my blessing
She Who Lets The Nile Run.
but one cheated those far worthier
of my love and praise, and stole into
my heart one moonlit night; his pretense so
innocent, but before midnight we had fallen to
my bed in a heated dance, while the torches flicker
into the sunrise. it was many sunrises of endless nights
before the poison was laid, the wily cobra that he was.
the men of my time were pale, but pets to a woman of
the gods; and yet the disgraced had nothing to lose
and were favored by the heel of Anubis; succeed
or die trying. his sickly sweet verbiage, lies
of the lunatics and jealous, were spilt onto
my pillow each night, brimming with the
confidence that only a court jester
could muster in such a situation.
such heat radiated from this
selfish shell of subject
death awaited me
Anubis was so
the sands of time
hold fast to the queen
like the children I had borne
and like the cobra I coveted, my
fangs were long ready for his destruction;
each lie another chain on his wrists, and every
fountain of dishonour another glyph on the tomb that
awaited his broken form. the fate that he had deceived to
avoid now waited with honeyed words and curved dagger; strength
left his body like the koi dodged the net in the pond, but
all fish must be caught someday, or die alone in the murk;
the citizens of the golden city had always known their
queen was not of this world - denizen of the heavens,
when the body of the cold-blooded cobra was found
it was set in unwritten stone that none could
disguise deceit with delight, nor love with
lies. and as the funeral procession made
its way through the winding streets of
the seaside paradise, none forgot
the power that had struck him
to the dust; none had nor
will forget the love
that flowed through the queen of the nile,
for my people and their freedom. the night would
scream for the soul of the defiler, left to be judged
by the scales of Osiris, all too aware that Amenti would be
feasting on the heart of the dead, lost to the Fields of Reeds
onto the second,
I spy with my silver-blue eye ...
lily-sprinkled water perfumed my tongue;
the sacred ceremony that cleansed my soul
for our mighty emperor.
my dragon-encrusted obi cinched tightly,
to please our immortal ruler -
He Who Paints The Moons With Silver
the blessed one, who saved me from my life
after his armies slaughtered my village
after they raided our stores and spit on our corpses
our beloved, enlightened Father Of These Lands
was my caretaker, his jailer, my executioner
and I was his nightly opium
bejeweled, plucked, and wrapped beautifully
to please his Highness in the evening,
his tastes and wants growing every moon.
two other girls, in emerald and sapphire robes
writhed and beckoned and salivated at his knees
begging intricately for either release or endearment
I grew sickened of those filthy nights
dishonourable, disgraceful, demeaning
filled with fluids and smoke, lust and tears
so I brewed a special, sacred herb
for only the Holy One to drink in his tea
for only the Heaven's Son to infuse with his soul
his mistress would scream in regret and denial
for her only salvation was dead,
traveling to the skies in fury at his early departure
but my dragon-encrusted obi was not so tight any longer;
our Heavenly Ruler had left me a gift, unknowingly
to raise my family into the ranks they belonged.
the title of Empress Mother of China rang softly in my throat
I was a gift from the Emperor, left behind to nurture
and the people agreed with his wishes;
The Golden Lily of the Heavens, they called me
and so I was; for even the most cunning of assassins
must have a fall-back plan.
into the first,
I spy with my silver-blue eye ...
the wind yowled like an angry housecat
and snow whipped my face,
cold hard shards of ice slicing my skin
but I stood, still;
the furs of Fenrir's children shielding my shoulders
whilst the shield of Járnviðr cradled my forearm,
the distance war cries of the enemies resonated off the cliffs of Skaði
spooking the horses at the anticipation
of an av a l a n c h e
but my warriors were sharp as new flint -
Odin's blessing burned in their hearts,
and Freyja's swallowed mine
we sat on a peak of Skaði's home, praying to the jotunn
for peace but for the moment.
the warriors of our seaside city were loyal -
they could hold fast to their honour
longer than a mother could hold her son back from horses.
I was proud to lead them, wielding my sword as swiftly
as Sigurðr wielded Hrotti in the days of old.
the jotunn goddess heard our prayers that moon-rise
as Freyja led our sword-arms to bathe
in the blood of the enemies;
we took no prisoners that night,
and feasted heartily upon returning to our home
drinking to the powers that be for our glorious battle;
the enemy would not be so foolish to try a raid
while Clan White Eagle still held a sword.
the breadth of knowledge
spans countless eons
and the bamboo lanes that I walk
are all too familiar to me;
I find places that feel like home,
only to find I had never been there before.
I experience exquisite moments,
only to find that it had never happened before.
I meet people that feel like long lost family and friends,
only to find that we have never spoken before that moment.
so, I explore further
delving into my soul
to find the doors that have long closed
and peer through their key holes;
to find myself?
to find myself again?
well, that's the journey, isn't it?
[adj] Beginning, in an early stage.
you are the first whisper of life
the heartbeat a cynosure of strength;
with eyes as clear as Elysium's emerald fields
and imbued with the mysteries of the before,
your very form is an ineffable gift
a scintilla of what is yet to come;
you radiate benevolence,
and so we welcome you to this universe
with cherry lipped kisses and tender embraces -
[adj] Vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time
the crowning light on your brow
bestowed upon you by the universe
a mocking and challenging gift,
for it is ready to both mentor and feast
on the wonders of the young and harmless,
already, its ebullience is shining through,
its lighthouse approach so undeniable - but
you do not have the wherewithal for the moment,
so hold fast and grow
your vulnerability is ephemeral ..
[n] Blithe nonchalance
the very essence you are of is infused with frissons,
tied to things simple and obscure
what is an imbroglio to your elders
is a halcyon to you,
filled with gamboling and laughter
you are not ready to see
that the stars live in your eyes,
their lilt a leisurely dance when a smile
touches your lips.
your spark has begun to catch,
the universe has taken notice of your umbrella-styled talisman
the rain has yet to seek your skin out
[adj] Tending to disappear; fleeting
sapling that you are,
an effluence of vibrancy rushes from your being
like the Milky Way on the plains;
you are expanding your mind,
like the efflorescent galaxy that you reside in
reach far and wide, grasp at the unknown like your astro ancestors
what you cannot touch will only create a desire
to grow higher,
to live among the stardust
[meaning] Sunlight filtering through the trees. Japanese
and so the gossamer begins to weave;
starstruck with every turn, your billowing mind flies high -
comets lit your bedroom window
with the magic of a fiery promise
that you are the sun and moon of the era
awash with change, like a dwarf star in a state of self awareness
the form you are taking is akin to that of Venus and Mars,
your heart of hearts has awoken from its opulent slumber
and raised its head at the redolent winds that come forth
still engulfed by the twilight glazed embrace of the universe
heavens know not what you will become
[meaning] The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own
resplendent in your own right
your aura of propinquity to the sun is blinding to some
and painful to others;
jealousy from the wicked, filled with saccharine words that ooze nothingness
boil from the depths of their black hearts
while few bask and praise your summery glow -
the wonders of the human mind do not cease to amaze
ensnare or inflame
the woebegone feelings of taking flight and not landing once more
[meaning] Taking delight in the happiness of others; vicarious joy
no longer do you have a desultory demeanor
you are on the road to the beginning
the epitome of perfect has many green pastures
but you will discover, among the hills,
that the greenest is where you love the most
and the brightest is where you can see the stars
on even the stormiest of nights.
the exuberance of this world has settled
somewhere behind your navel
to be brought forth each time you travel somewhere unexpected
surprised time and time again of how the universe
seems to time the things you least imagine to see -
the mellifluous lullaby of the mother earth
has a resonant sound in your ears now
reverberating into your memories
of sweet summers and stifled winters
only to share them with those you love and care for -
[n] A half-shadow
a symphony of coarse voices sing outside your room
a noise of which you hide your sublime pleasure from
in favor of mentoring the saplings in a radiant
and more serene
shooting stars have started to take their place
among a full head of hair,
with the vestiges of youth finally falling away
like the maples leaves in the winter;
the lavish laughter that once ran through your belly
now chuckles with amused languor -
the sun has started to set,
and your eyes have begun the ancestral watch
awaiting the lunar turn to call you home.
[adj] Successful with heavy losses
what love the twilight gives your body -
for you to acquiesce so divinely
while tall groves flourish around and beneath you;
when did the sovereign relinquish his realm to the night sky
in favor of your bethesda,
adrift in the currents of your dreams?
each era claims its victories boldly,
but imprisons the losses in Bezaleel,
enslaved to that withering tree in the lost garden of old
nevertheless, do not be afraid - true power you still wield,
the universe, that blissful nemesis
has carried your things to the other side,
resolutely ensuring you have another home to come home to;
your watch is slowing down, the stars darkening one by one
be ready for anything ...
[n] An art work combining materials from various sources
the belvedere of otherwordly nuances
lays before you like a finely tuned harp
sunken into the dell of another plane;
the offing of the stars has been navigated
and the finished cloak of the zodiac sits lightly on your shoulders
while eunoia has approached you gracefully within,
shedding light on the obtuse and decrepit seconds
within your shooting star your saplings named 'life'.
the road traveled was filled
with lust and love, trust and betrayal
adventure and solemnity
all to be compressed into the constellation you are to become;
you need only say your goodbyes tonight,
and journey with the stardust.
[n] Messenger with news of the future
the galleria of planets,
nebulae and comets,
robust black holes and courageous moons,
were once fractured, castaways in the deep darkness of the galaxy
and upon splintering and disintegrating
it became you;
winding DNA strands
full of unconquerable magic and fragments of light
in the moment you came to be,
you were the horizon and the sunset
for every story has an ending,
and you are the harbinger of the stars.
[n] The resolution of a narrative
the emergence of new magic, new stars,
is emerged in an mythopoeic form;
every comet touches the zenith of its life
only to rest in the valleys when it comes home.
to be a part of the fragmentation
of such an ambitious and ephemeral being
can fill one with pride; for who else in the galaxy
can look to the twilight, after all those years of living through the land
and know that they will, some day
be going home?
do you remember
the night you stared at the stars
and felt more?
do you remember the feeling
that coursed through your blood and bones,
and you felt the shimmer inside you?
you can feel it now,
lit like a candle that burns slow
the choir that starts softly inside
you understand when I tell you
that the Northern Lights
awakens in your eyes
whenever you smile into the mirror,
and the Milky Way ignites the darkness
that will never reach you
we are made of stardust,
you and I
we taught each other the courage of stars;
how rare and beautiful it is
for us to exist
that the universe was created
just to be seen by our eyes
the earth beats within my bones
a warrior's call to my roots;
I was something more in another life
a greater being than my current form -
out-sung the bards, out-wielded the thieves
out-bruted the titans, outsmarted the mages
my heart is filled with magic, ancient and wizened
it fills my fibers with the energy
to pursue my dreams, my desires, my life;
you cannot begin to imagine the strength I can pull
the strength I can lend you,
the strength I will give you.
I am the paladin, the scout, the cleric
I am the rogue, the assassin, the knight
and we will travel together down the dark-lit
in your heart and hands you do carry
indigenous strength that grounds your roots
when the wind is nigh unstoppable,
and the lightning does strike twice in the same spot;
remember the sap that lasts throughout the winter
and the needles that provide the sustenance
of all the forest.
you are the evergreen, building its life
from the moss-covered floor,