Laughing Skull of Hamlet
Angeliad of Surazeus
2005 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.
Return Of Wyrd Wolf King
2005 01 01
Mist sparkles silent over vast labyrinth
of cement cities sprawling from cold sea
to shimmering sea of my motherland America
where I drive black car on crowded roads.
Silver winter light shimmers through trees
bare of leaves and black with ice rain
illuminating wings of a million ravens
that no eyes can see but one small girl
riding in back seat of swift black car.
Somewhere born in America among millions
of ordinary human souls lives a magician
possessing great powers over our dreams
which shift and change with her moods.
Feel her eyes watching you from clouds
hanging low and gray over rows of homes
and clusters of steel or brick towers
for she sees all dreams hidden in minds
of men and women and children who live
their lives without seeing beyond walls
of their homes for I walk on wild ways.
Young girl giggles when traffic flow
of cars is stopped in metropolitan maze
by thousands of wolves with silver manes
swarming among legs of frightened shoppers
and running so swift they appear as blurs
of moonlight in swirls of winter snow.
Witnesses later swear to skeptical police
they saw this flock of wolves grow wings
and swirl around one small black car
then soar away over shimmering towers.
Far beyond maze of dark city streets
in lone hills where no street lights
nor signs nor power poles can be seen
three boys camping by trout stream
for fishing see bright red star gleam
so without thinking they follow it far
to white house in small nameless town.
They see small girl playing on a swing
singing to herself as she swirls high
on creaking chains under falling snow
but coming close they hear twitter
of birds and feel warm sunshine glow.
Bells ring as they kneel before face
of laughing girl holding big baskets
full of flowers they gathered in joy
though surrounded by a foot of ice snow
then pray tell us your name O Goddess
who appears again on this broken world.
Standing before them with upraised palms
girl with brown curls and black eyes
inherited from both Shiva and Ishtar
sings soft I am Liberty Spirit of Atlan
then transforms into tall gold lion.
Liberty was imprisoned while pregnant
with my soul from seed of Wolf King
when Raven came and bore me from jail
of fear to grow strong with your help
for though our noble land is oppressed
by oil vampire riding a paper elephant
I will guide you in revolution of truth.
Justice will train me to fight with souls
of good men in great chess game of power
so I will defeat vampire in White House
and free America from chains of despair.
Fifth Coming Of Tamar
2005 01 02
Tamara Explorer walks in ancient wood
gazing at map guiding her to castle
where Raven King dances in starlight
and plots way past dangerous beasts.
Tonight I walk in forest of shadows
to gather bottle of sparkling mist
and collect dragon eggs with stripes
and pluck magic mushrooms for my basket.
Fairy Peach Blossom rides white raven
darting through ancient tangled oaks
and plays sad flute tune that makes
hearts ache with sorrow for lost kin.
Tamara Explorer climbs broken mountain
past cave where ancient woman of stone
gives birth to boy with bull horns
who dances laughing on dragon skull.
White unicorn gallops into glade
and takes Tamara for ride in forest
of Harz Mountains to Unicorn Cave
where she finds bright silver grail.
Drinking apple juice from grail
Tamara smiles and sings a sad tune
transforming dry leaves into birds
that swirl around her black hair.
Approaching ancient Saxon king
sitting on throne with two wolves
Tamara hands him grail full of juice
which he grasps with dry bone hands.
Drinking apple juice from grail
old Saxon king becomes young boy
with long gold hair in three braids
who laughs with twinkling green eyes.
My true name is Hwala Wind-Dancer
grandson of Skiafeth son of Noah
and I was turned to dust by Time
who took my son Hrathra over seas.
Tamara and Hwala climb in small ship
and sail over four seas to island
in mist where Geat and son Godwulf
run laughing in woods with moon wolves.
Godwulf asks Tamara can you help Wyrde
for she needs to marry Wolf Woden
and bear him a son so his descendant
Anglorus may rescue Estra from harm.
Tamara and Woden run swift over hills
to find Anglorus standing by tower
where Estra stands trapped in room
locked by old woman behind wood door.
Anglorus wields long shining sword
battling six men with brass mitres
who shout accept Jesus as your lord
or we will kill you and take your land.
Tamara asks Woden can you help Anglorus
so Woden transforms into silver wolf
who runs from forest with illusion
of many wolves surrounding old monks.
Church men turn and flee in terror
so Anglorus thanks his ancient father
then searches for key to unlock door
lost amid brambles and broken stones.
Anglorus finds key and unlocks door
then climbs stairs to embrace Estra
who bears son they name Ethelwald
for he wears gold Crown of Raven King.
Ethelwald walks with eternal queen
Tamara wearing white gown of jewels
over lands of Estranglorum that shine
in mist with spirit of singing souls.
I am Tamara descended from four Tamars
who founded dynasties of noble kings
trained to defend honor of all women
for we bear children with eternal souls.
Tamar who lay with Judah our Jupiter
and bore two sons Pharez and Zarah
ancestor of Ilus who built Ilium
and Romulus who founded Roman Empire.
Tamar daughter of Zedekiah of Israel
who was taken by Prophet Yeremiah
to Eiren to reign as Oracle on Tara
ancestor of Alpin and kings of Avalon.
Tamar daughter of David of Israel
raped by Amnon and married to Asaris
ancestor of Mars who founded nation
of Martians in forest of Aquitania.
Tamar daughter of King Jesus Christus
and Marya Magdalena who fled to Gaul
ancestor of Meroveus and Fisher Kings
whose descendants are Angels of America.
Tamar dances on skeleton of gold dragon
playing harp and singing magic spells
that make flowers bloom from old rock
transforming wasteland into fruit garden.
Someday when America will be oppressed
by dictator seeking to build new empire
I will rise again to restore Democracy
and reign as Liberty Empress of Earth.
Yostira Goddess Of Soul Rings
2005 01 02
Catherine Valonaire rides in black car
gliding through mist that hangs silver
over Michigan plains wet from white rain
after warm winds melted Christmas snow
and she twirls small thin silver ring
with pink feathers around her finger.
Daddy when did magic come to Mishigami
she asks with sweet voice since I read
in a book about dragons at book store
that wizards brought new magic over here
from land of towers and witches over sea
of storms and dragons to mundane world.
Gabriel laughs shaking his head amused
sweet Angel of my heart you are cute
but no my ancestors did not bring magic
to this land though we brought our own
for magic permeates land and silver rivers
of every land anywhere on this big world.
Our ancestors originated on Lake of Dreams
we named Othara but now called Black Sea
when Frankus son of Gotha lead our people
west over mountains of ravens and wolves
to land mastered by ancient Wizard Gaulutin
who married mightiest witch of her age
named Isargotha elegant woman with hair
red as roses and eyes green as emeralds.
Isargotha had a daughter named Argotta
who married Faramundus son of Markomir
great wizard who could change his form
into gold dragon and soar among clouds
and she gave birth to three noble sons
who are all fathers of our ancestors
most of all her youngest son Klodionus
who could change into swift silver wolf.
Catherine smiles and brushes finger
over soft pink fur of her silver ring
then whispers magic spell her mother
taught when she gave her Ring of Rosira
when white raven in ancient pine sings
then crippled girl sprouts fairy wings.
Last night when I was dreaming I woke
in glade of silver trees with gold fruit
where ancient woman with young-girl face
plays harp that beams threads of light
formed with millions of shimmering rings
that substantiate structure of all things.
Ancient woman whose name is ever Yostira
gave me secret name that I must remember
which has hundred syllables of meaning
taken from rose petals and raven features
and doe eyes and wolf paws and owl ears
but sounds like Marowikia in Angel Tongue
so from now on you can call me that name.
Gabriel laughs your middle name is Maria
as in Catherine Maria Valonaire to honor
both mothers of your mother and father
but Catherine frowns but explain to me
what is true meaning of our family name
and he laughs I cannot remember clear
but I think it means will or is name
for magic bird that comes from Elphame.
When I go to school my friends all say
magic is make believe and fake for play
but I see magic in engine of this car
and shining from screen of our television
and speaking in receiver of telephone
and I see magic in shimmering of mist
over black bare trees on cool winter day
and ticking in this watch on my wrist.
In class last week during show and tell
I showed picture of stain glass window
with Maria and Jesus at wedding feast
beside window showing their youngest son
Yoseph Arimathea Magician of Avalonia
and told them stories of their good deeds
but they laughed and told me I was wrong
so I chanted spells from Angeliad song.
I explained that true magic changing truth
is not silly tricks of illusion and display
but acts of will from hands of human souls
beaming from love glowing in beating hearts.
Gabriel smiles I am proud of you Cathy
for you have advanced in your knowledge
of magic far faster than I ever did
for I had to teach myself without help
using my imagination with principles
of science and religion of old cultures
piecing together elements of all systems
to formulate one grand cosmic scheme.
In ancient times magicians were feared
for they knew practical knowledge memes
about our world that today is known by all
such as how to extract metallic elements
and using fire and water to forge objects
we use for cooking food or brewing juice
so what then was magic now is science
and taught in thousands of universities.
Just as myth was basis of modern history
and religion was basis of modern politics
so magic was basis of all modern science
old ways transforming into our new ways
like seeds in apples growing as apple trees
that provide fresh fruit to feed our souls.
Catherine giggles for next show and tell
I plan to explain and demonstrate to them
magic flying vehicle then show picture
of airplanes and explain how magicians
transform stone into millions of parts
for engines and frame and body and wings
and computers that operate flying machine
so they understand all these objects
we take for granted are strange magic
to most of our ancestors who rode
on horses and flew in helium balloons.
Eight thousand years ago First Mother
was born in cave on high Mount Asiron
where she composed hymns of great power
in magic spells that created visions
in minds of men and women whose actions
with hands transformed rock and stone
by melting them in fire to form grails
and plates and bowls and helms and shields
and scepters by which her daughters ruled
measuring shape of this whole universe.
Her son Arimanes taught his children
magic spells that enchant minds of men
so they see this world with new words
in distinct packages delimited in space
that exist standing out with definition
then Arimatheos Magician of Avalonia
taught us how to divine eternal spirit
that shines from heart of all objects
and feel this immortal omnipotent God
that subsists standing under all things.
Arriving at book store they walk inside
where Catherine finds old tattered book
called Mysterius Chronicles of Meroveus
that record deeds of that venerable wizard
who carried Blood of Christos in his veins
when he battled hordes of vampire demons
wearing armor forged from volcano flames
who swarmed slavering for human blood
from desert lands invading land of Mars.
Stretching her limbs Catherine strolls
about book store filled with shoppers
after winter holiday that celebrates
birth of Mithra who slew demon bull
then settling back with mug of chocolate
she reads next chapter that relates how
Meroveus met Astartha who became his wife
while riding swift Pegasus over Parnassus
in Arcadia where I am son of Magdalena.
Astartha was born far east in Yastaria
on shores of Caspian Sea in great palace
of Asarmanuwas Emperor of many pyramids
who was betrayed by his younger brothers
and slain with spear forged by Esarhaddon
so his faithful servant Helius took child
of his wife beautiful new-born Astarte
and fled west over mountain and blue sea
till he came to Arcadia with little girl.
Adopted by Heartha sister of Klodionus
Astartha grew tall and strong with play
running free on lush Elysian Meadows
while tribal boys watched over flocks
of lambs and tribal girls tended herbs
and fruit trees and vines with fat grapes
and listening to boys playing Pan pipes
as girls danced and sang ancient songs.
One day Astartha goes walking on trail
of standing stones carved with pictures
depicting life of ancient Queen Minerva
when cool silent mist rolls in from sea
so she walks slow and cautious for miles
winding around hills back and forth
till she feels she is lost in a maze
but just as she decides to turn around
three white ravens alight on emerald gem
who explain to her true way to paradise.
Mist parts and gold sunshine beams
on large temple of marble blocks
with row of pillars over wide porch
where large gold doors swing open
so she climbs stairs and walks inside
to find tall woman in white robe
playing sweet ringing harp on throne
of gold lions while worshippers sit
at rows of tables while priests roast
lamb and serve steaks on silver plates.
Astartha listens to valiant hymns
of warriors and goddesses and kings
and witches from epic Metamorphoses
written by ancient wizard poet Ovidius
that weave tales of magic transformations
in deeds of joy and sorrow that enchant
her heart with mystery of forgotten times.
Approaching woman wearing white gown
after she finishes singing a love tale
Astartha asks how she learned song art
and expresses desire to learn as well
so Minerva caresses her glowing cheeks
and offers I will teach you magic art
of casting spells that enchant minds
with visions from Epic Tale of Human Life
that guides actions of women and men
to improve social interactions with love.
Astartha studies many years in temple
of Minerva till she becomes master
of epics and history and short lyrics
and love tales and tribe genealogy lists
then graduates in sacred solemn ceremony
when Minerva places gold crown with gem
of emerald on her head and proclaims
I present to you enchanter Mousa Astartha
who bows and plays before large audience
singing how Anahita defeated Manubat
when he tried to kidnap her daughters.
Christian soldiers sent from Pope of Rome
attack temple of singers with long swords
hacking priests and muses in violent death
till they slaughter thousands of worshippers
while Astartha and several others flee swift
following stranger who leads them away safe
into hidden maze of caves under mountains
where they huddle weeping with numb grief.
Astartha stands before handsome man
taking his hand to thank him for his help
so he bows my name is Meroveus Christus
and I have long been enchanted with love
by your sweet voice and charming tales
therefore it is my great honor and privilege
to dedicate my life as your noble guardian.
Astartha smiles and places gold ring crown
with one emerald on his humble bowed head
then kisses both cheeks and whispers soft
will you give me child with your glowing eyes
for I wish to feel your love inside my heart.
Catherine blushes and looks around book store
relieved that her father does not know tale
that she reads so she smiles feeling her heart
glow with delight at how fire of romantic love
always provides salvation for ardent lovers
for love triumphs over all in this weird world.
Chemistry Wizard Of Missouri
2005 01 03
Mist hangs low over ancient pine trees
shrouding Sonnelowen Mountains of Saxonia
where Heinrich Goertstein strolls on trail
of mushrooms from quaint family village
to station where he rides whistling train
west to Goettingen where he plans to attend
Georgia Augusta University to study chemistry.
Gentle music from clickety-clack of wheels
lulls Heinrich into slumber as he sits
in crowded car clutching his small valise
when he becomes wolf with snow white fur
then leaps from train to run in dark woods
where Hobgoblins dance around hot fires.
Heinrich pauses on snow-dusted ridge
gazing down at three tall white towers
with red roofs where gold lion of Mero
stands guard over deep stone fountain
fed by water well that curls down deep
into dark Earth full of sweet green drink
so he approaches lion and asks for a cup.
Lion transforms into man wearing robe
of lion fur and tall crown ring of gold
with three spikes ending in round disks
showing faces of old grandfather with beard
on left side and young son on right side
and father in middle with short beard
who smiles and opens wide welcome arms.
Grandson of my grandson welcome home
he smiles for I am Konig Henar Wikken
then he dips silver cup into blue water
then sprinkles fairy dust from mushrooms
ground by jewels into sparkling liquid
and places cup in both his trembling hands.
Heinrich drinks honey-sweet apple juice
that fills his veins and nerves and bones
with shimmering glow that illuminates
old walls at midnight with aching desire
of hope for great achievements of my hands
then he feels hawk wings sprout on his back
so he leaps high and glides over university
surrounded by miles of white brick halls.
Waking up on train as it arrives in station
Heinrich steps out and hurries to school
where he enrolls in classes to learn arts
of Alchemica that has now become Chemistry
reigned by modern rational men with rules
of experiment and theory to organize knowledge
of elements and chemicals constituting Cosmos
and formulize science in magic of wizards.
Six years Heinrich attends university classes
studying books and experiment in laboratories
to build blocks of knowledge that construct
temple of understanding about nature of chemicals
and minerals and gasses till he comprehends
languages of dirt and rain and wind and light.
War rumbles when industrial barons compete
for power to aid politicians organizing gangs
of men to conquer territories that rebel
against central authority of rational will
so fearing he may be drafted into vast army
of mindless robots fighting for mad Kaiser
Heinrich borrows money after graduation
and rides ship west to sail for America.
Arriving in Manhattan Heinrich gazes in awe
at tall white statue of Athena Liberty Queen
feeling his heart swell with hope as he stands
in lines of immigrants carrying bags of clothes
then he stands before stern man with glasses
asking his name so he says Heinrich Goertstein
then takes card handed him as he walks outside.
Name on card says Henry Godstone so he grins
now I can start a new life in this brave land
for I have been given a new American name
then he stands perplexed in maze of streets
teeming with people from many European towns
who swarm together in restless tide of desire.
Sipping coffee in small shop with bright lights
where ladies in long dresses and men in hats
chatter about theater and gossip about friends
Henry decides I will travel west beyond city
of rich people and find some small quiet town
where my chemical skills are needed to enhance
quality of life and maybe marry a pretty girl.
Purchasing bags and bottles with chemicals
Henry Godstone buys ticket to some place
called Missouri then rides new black train
that glides through ancient mountains of pines
and across vast plains under billowing clouds
past thousands of quaint bustling towns
till train arrives at small country village.
Stepping into warm sunlight of late Spring
Henry strides about looking at white facades
of wood buildings with shining green glass
till he finds sign with large curling letters
saying Pharmacy so he steps inside and bell
rings as door closes behind him with a ding.
Old man with white mustache and green eyes
looks up at young man wearing black coat
and grins when he speaks slow broken English
then replies in passable German I understand
tongue of my mother who came from Goettingen
eliciting look of surprise on his young face.
Vernon Blackwell hires young German immigrant
as apprentice and teaches him all his arts
and knowledge about people living in small town
for several years feeling joy return to his heart
after his own three sons disappeared years ago
riding west to be cowboys south in hot Texas.
One night sitting together by glowing hearth
as Henry studies book of chemical formulas
and Vernon reads passages from Book of Isaiah
he smiles saying Henry I am glad that you came
for my home was cold and lonely after my wife
died and my sons went to herd cattle in Texas.
You are like a son following my true interest
so I am signing over ownership of my shop
to your hands and putting you in full charge
for I am growing old and soon I may pass away
from flesh of this world to join my savior
in heaven then he sighs with gentle pleasure
at look of joy flashing on face of young man.
Henry works hard every day in town pharmacy
mixing potions for every possible ailment
that afflicts patrons coming from homes
in town and many small farms in countryside
so immersed in his work that he fails to see
glow of love in eyes of wild young girl
with red hair and green eyes who appears
each day with notes from many old ladies
who are pleased that sweet Cynthia is quick
to volunteer attending their needs at once.
Each time she comes in door of his shop
he hears bird song and understands language
of flowers and tastes sparkles of Spring rain
on his tongue and sun gleams on her hair
even when sunlight is hidden behind clouds
but these impressions seem natural as truth
about chemicals so he does not notice much
until she stops appearing each day at two.
World seems to grow cold and dark as death
and flocks of ravens appear on house gables
at dusk and flowers seem to wither at dawn
and birds all disappear so he wonders why
then notices that girl with long red curls
has not appeared in several days so he asks
several visitors to his shop if they know her.
Mary and Beth two older spinster sisters
frown and exclaim yes we know of Cynthia
who used to be so eager to run errands
fetching our medicines but she has vanished
so he asks can you direct me to her house
perhaps she has fallen sick then their anger
changes to concern so they all together walk
to her home a small white house behind an oak
with huge branches full of silent ravens.
Pushing through gate Henry leads old sisters
through winding labyrinth of garden herbs
and tangled vines to wall of old clean house
where he knocks on red door which opens
revealing old woman with long silver hair
who gasps welcome doctor for you are come
to cure sickness afflicting my sweet Cindy
so he steps inside house full of warm light.
Cynthia lies under thick quilts in gown
of white lace with rag of cold water lain
over her forehead while she sweats in swoon
of despair but her eyes snap open wide
at sound of his voice dear Cynthia Martin
I missed you coming to my humble shop
so I visit to inquire about your health.
Cynthia sits up and blushes at soft gaze
of his blue eyes and feels her wild heart
beating like a raven caught in a thicket
so she smiles feeble and whispers hoarse
my soul is melancholy with a foolish desire
to marry you then she blushes at boldness
of her tongue expressing with such bluntness
thoughts that crowd all others from her mind.
Henry smiles confessing I feel same as you
so if my proposal that we marry this Sunday
cures your heart perhaps I should express
this desire so you will soon be on your feet
then Mary and Beth giggle and shout with joy
when Cynthia rises from bed and throws arms
around his neck and kisses his blushing cheek.
Cynthia and Henry dressed in elegant style
walk together down aisle of white church
while bells ring after expressing their vows
of eternal love and companionship for life
then stand outside in warm Summer sunshine
while villagers congratulate them with smiles
and women prepare feast at long wood tables
shouting come and eat before ravens steal all.
During feast Henry looks up over all heads
to see ancient young lion man in gold robe
with Saxon crown standing in soft shadow
among trees smiling as he plays an Odin Harp
whose music blends into songs of little birds
and laughter of flowers and chatter of guests
who raise their glasses and cheer marriage
of romantic love blessing them with children.
Lying together under silver moonlight
as they kiss their bodies become mountains
of Sun Lion and their blood flows swift
and fresh as rivers and their hair sprouts
flowers and fruit and berries and nuts
and their kisses become winter blue rain
soaking skin of Earth in sparkling mist.
Lion Daddy Of Elphame
2005 01 04
Clouds glowing orange from street lamps
hang low and wet over sprawling town
where cars glide slow on snow-iced roads.
Trina hugs Dora doll close as she lies
in bed staring at orange glowing clouds
while shadows move in her dark room.
Running down hall she finds her father
sitting in dark room before computer
face glowing purple with eerie light
as he types magic spells on white screen.
Grasping his hand she whispers daddy
come and sing so I can go back to sleep.
But when he turns she sees his face
become face of a lion with glowing eyes
and sharp teeth as he explains I am busy
working so please go back to bed now
but all she hears are growls of anger.
Running away she gets lost down hall
groping along in darkness past doors
and rooms she was sure are not in home
where her mommy somewhere suckles baby.
Cool breeze blows through her curls
as smooth walls change into rough bark
of trees when she finds herself in wood
where white snow glitters in dark glade
illuminated by half moon behind clouds.
Shadows of wolves with glowing eyes
flicker behind leaves of old oak trees
so she climbs small stair of wood planks
that winds in circles around huge trunk.
Trina climbs higher and higher in tree
spiraling around trunks deep in shadow
of ancient tree that whispers in voice
of her father urging her to climb higher.
Look for my eyes when you see white crow
touch my beard when you see green moss
and smell sweet roses by sparkling fountain
for I am ancient wizard inside your heart.
Trina looks down and discovers silver ring
she found in book store beaming bright
with emerald carved like planet Earth.
Just then small Pixie child with long hair
black as shadows behind wide open doors
snatches ring from her finger and skitters
giggling into gaping hole of giant oak trunk.
Following furious at having lost her ring
Trina leaps through trunk hole into hall
where she stands and follows little Pixie
winding through endless narrow passages
till she stumbles into vast hall of light.
Gazing down from balcony onto jewel floor
of marble court filled with dancing folk
Trina gasps and hides behind a pear tree
where small red bird chirps hello Trina.
Startled that little creature knows name
her father gave her before she was born
Trina smiles and asks tell me your name
so little bird chirps and she understands
sweet melody to mean Girl Who Paints Stars.
Trina curtsies nice to meet you Star Painter
but I am thirsty so bird darts through trees
down crooked winding stairs to fountain
in court yard surrounded by high walls
draped with Hyacinth and Lilac and Grape.
Finding small silver cup engraved with face
of her father shaped like grinning lion
Trina sighs daddy yelled at me tonight
because I could not go to sleep alone
since he had projects from work to finish.
Dipping cup in fresh sparkling well water
Trina drinks and faints into paralyzed swoon
staring blank-eyed at lattice of spider webs
that forms ceiling over ancient palace hall.
Music of violins and pianos drift on wind
that swirls around her small pale body
with gentle hands that carry her far away
swirling over bleak hills covered in snow
where blind farmers scatter seeds on ice
and women stare at blank television screens.
Trina struggles to wake from sky journey
but then she begins to tumble toward Earth
so she relaxes and allows White Raven Kathar
to carry her onto white tower on lone hill.
No flowers grow around my secret tower
and no roads connect tower to human towns
and no birds sing sweet charming tunes
on invisible telephone lines that hang
in vast spider web of chattering voices.
Alone with heart aching in broken sorrow
Trina stands wearing long pink silk gown
on black tower and sings with falling rain
that opens a thousand doors in dark pools
glittering silver on endless empty moors.
Come to me noble knight born in my heart
and rescue me from sadness of my despair
for as my father protects me from all harm
he also isolates me from chances to love
handsome boy who will care for me till death
transforms my soul into child of my womb.
Far away a thousand miles beyond bounds
of nowhere loping over maze of unseen roads
small glowing figure runs swifter than wind
over hills and through thickets of angry trees
toward tower of glass on distant lone hill.
Warm bearded face nuzzles her soft cheeks
so Trina stirs when moon rises halfway
between midnight and dawn with bull horns
during hour when mirrors become open doors
where Angels soar looking for orphan kids
whose parents drowned under giant tsunami.
Storm Lion appears through swirling sleet
when rain turns to snow on freezing night
bearing knight in shining armor who climbs
slick glass tower to where princess stands
with long curling hair wearing star crown.
Smiling with joy Trina clutches his chest
as he leaps from tower and floats down slow
to land on ice-brittle grass with soft thud
then sets her blushing on back of father lion
who purrs approval with big glittering eyes.
Trina smiles daddy your eyes are rings
of blue around green like an island in sea
then she turns and thanks noble white knight
who bows saying nothing but before lion
bounds away taking her back from Elphame
she reaches out and opens his helmet visor.
Nothing can be seen in polished steel shell
except small gold raven that flickers soft
like candle flame in library of an old scholar
so she pulls small mushroom from her pocket
and holds it out as gift to small Angel Sprite.
Dawn sun gleams on her skin making her wake
so Trina sits on side of her futon and yawns
then reaches out and takes story book in hand
and thumbs through pages watching adventure
of Dora Explorer follow instructions on map
to help take black cat back to Good Witch.
My secret name is Godwitka seventh daughter
of Merowitka and mother of sweet Merovingia
whose son Meroveus is reborn in my daddy
then she laughs forgetting what she learned
and runs when her mother says breakfast time.
Looking at face of her lion daddy of Elphame
Trina giggles and tickles him when he makes
his cute silly face pulling lips wide with fingers
so he pulls her on his lap as they eat toast.
Big Foot And Short Ogre
2005 01 05
Brenda calls to her two big children
turn off Shrek and Christmas tree lights
because now is time for you to get in bed
but first I will read you story of Pepin
and Bertrada big-foot who fell in love
though he was short and she had big feet.
Charlemagne Emperor of Holy Roman Empire
was their son who united all Frank tribes
and incorporated Saxons into Mother Church
giving rise to Anglo-Saxons in England
ancestors of Anglos now living in America.
Charles swings Martel to fashion stone
chiseling castle cubes from mountain bone.
Pepin and Bertha walk in Forest of Night
with Christ Child reborn to bring new Light.
Standing straight under shimmering sky
Charles cracks back bone after hard work
and grins watching his little boy play.
Pepin climbs stacks of smooth white stones
standing tall in wind blowing his hair
and shouts I will defeat evil red dragon
and save beautiful princess held prisoner
in dark tower where monsters eat shadow.
Charles laughs at imagination of his son
then continues swinging hammer to carve
blocks of stone to build protective walls
forming castle around sparkling water well
where children and women can live safe
from wild gangs of kidnappers and thieves.
Count Caribert arrives by wagon from Laon
with his beautiful young daughter Bertrada
whose long red braids and bright green eyes
dazzle eyes of short Pepin with enchantment.
Stumbling over his boots Pepin runs fast
filling cup with water from sparkling well
then kneels before slim Merovingian princess
who smiles accepting cup from giving hands
which refresh her heart after long journey.
Bertrada laughs at son of Martel Mason
I thank you for treating me with respect
but though I am descended from Rex Clovis
yet I am not a great princess with airs
of superior power so get off your knees
and show me where we can swing in trees.
Pepin laughs and grabs her big hand
and they run laughing together in forest
of ravens leaping over old fallen logs
feet splashing in mud and climbing hills
to stand on high ridge in blustering wind
that reveals panorama of valleys and hills.
Peter and Bertha listen to their mother
tell romance story of Pepin and Bertrada
then Bertha asks so how is this story
related to movie Shrek about green ogre
who rescues and marries Princess Fiona.
Brenda smiles in that movie about Shrek
both short prince and swamp ogre represent
Pepin III who was crowned King of Franks
because both characters of arrogant prince
and happy-go-lucky wild man are two halves
of that noble Merovingian descended of Clovis
and Meroveus and Fisher Kings of Arcadia.
Pepin had to conquer arrogant prince self
with wild swamp ogre self to marry princess
though both were cousins sharing Saint Arnulf
Bishop of Metz as their common ancestor
son of Oda daughter of Odin and Bodigisel
son of Gendolphus that great French Wizard.
Looking at chart Brenda explains Gendolphus
was son of Arthemia and Munderic of Vitry
son of Cloderic son of Sigisbert Lame-Leg
son of King Childebert of Cologne who was son
of Clovis grandson of All-Father Meroveus.
Peter frowns too many names for me to remember
then grins so do I also have inside me both
mean noble prince and Robin Hood swamp ogre
making his mother laugh you must combine
both characters to complete your personality
respecting women and being strong with men.
Bertha pokes arm of her brother with a grin
that does not mean you can now run outside
and smear mud on your face and wave a spear
and howl at people driving by in their cars
but he laughs I have to awaken my inner ogre.
Climbing in beds Peter and Bertha sing spell
about their ancestor that binds their hearts
with religion to society of our great nation.
Charles swings Martel to fashion stone
chiseling castle cubes from mountain bone.
Pepin and Bertha walk in Forest of Night
with Christ Child reborn to bring new Light.
Aethulwulf Lost In Fairyland
2005 01 06
Cute little boy with blond hair toddles
along shore of ancient ice-blue river
giggling as he tries to catch a fish
when he kneels reaching down into waves.
Beautiful Fairy Princess with ice eyes
grabs tight his arm and pulls him in
and waves sweep him away down fast river
around bend as his mother Redburga screams.
Egbert comes running to his weeping wife
and she explains Aethelwulf fell in river
so he dives in and swims with fast flow
tumbling over rocks in white frothing waves.
Aethelwulf swims with beautiful Fairy
through swirling waves of golden light
in vast lake of stars of blinking eyes
where she leads him up crystal stairs.
Ilamitis beautiful Fairy princess leads
cute blond boy to ring of marble pillars
where ancient woman wearing white gown
sits regal on throne of gleaming skulls.
Aethelwulf gazes at giant marble statue
of Sollius Apollinaris Sidonius with scroll
in one hand and sword in his other hand
then accepts sweet pear from Fairy Queen.
Coventina whispers with voice of water stones
daughter of my son you know our sacred rule
when you bring a boy before Throne of Truth
you must bear three sons from his holy spirit.
Ilamitis smiles like roses blooming in Spring
as her grandmother binds their small hands
with ivy vines while choir of Fairies sing
sweet melodies that make hearts of men ache.
Secret longing desire envelopes his soul
as silver moon rises over ring of tall stones
so he lies on grass beside sweet Fairy girl
who feeds him strawberries dipped in honey.
Lightning strikes flashing in snow storm
when Lailoken dragon wizard finds daughter
embracing and kissing young blond human boy
so he howls but she protects innocent child.
Father Lailoken she prays in howling snow
do not kill him for I will bear his son
so he roars away to strike down a mountain
while she kisses his face with frozen tears.
Lailoken transforms young boy into wolf
so he runs howling all night on frozen hills
chasing shadows and dancing with dragon girl
whose white scales shimmer in moonlight.
Egbert stumbles on shore among stone ruins
of ancient castle shimmering in dawn light
where he finds his son lying alone in snow
so he builds a fire to bring him back to life.
Aethelwulf wakes and sees face of his father
and grins I had strange dream of a princess
who gave me kisses and a dragon of lightning
who changed me into a wolf with magic wand.
Egbert and Aethelwulf walk together back home
following stream through ancient oak woods
where black ravens sit silent on bare limbs
of trees that grasp at bleak lonely gray skies.
Coronation Of Aethelstan
2005 01 06
Three red ravens in ancient pear tree
come to set young king free from cave.
Young king rides horse of howling wind
over snow-white hills to roaring sea.
Elders meet in stone Circle of Althing
to anoint Aelfweard king of their tribe.
Young king leaps on stone of cold stars
to battle with Aelfweard over ring of gold.
You slaughtered innocent ones of my tribe
then blamed our father for your cruel crime.
Swords clash in battle over gleaming snow
when young king opposes butcher of truth.
Aelfweard shouts over angry howling wind
where did you steal that sword of power.
Aethelstan growls fierce as moon wolf
I forged this sword from stone of my will.
Snow flakes fall on wide Circle of Althing
where butcher lies slain by Hand of God.
Young king weeps over body of Aelfweard
my brother was a butcher of innocent folk.
Elders place crown of power on his head
proclaiming him Aethelstan King of Wessex.
Three red ravens in ancient pear tree
circle proud head of laughing young king.
Red Elf ancient king of singing oak trees
dances in snow on a stone in swan lake.
Durandel Shines Again
2005 01 07
Dagoberto young son of old king Childerico
gets bored of writing lessons in castle
of stone that imprisons his will to explore
so sneaking away while Magus Maritano writes
magic letters to illustrate casting spells
he darts quick into swirling forest mist.
Laughing as he walks alone on mountain path
in Ardenistra forest Dagoberto grabs stick
long and straight to swing as he strides
then whistles merry tune he learned at feast
from Bardino who strums his ringing harp
pleased to roam free outside castle walls
filled with ancient men babbling about rules.
Lion sitting on giant stone by ice river
roars startling him out of his reverie
so Dagoberto stops and stares in its eyes
that gleam with stars and he hears a bell
ring somewhere far away in a distant vale
just as lion transforms into a tall woman
wearing black cloak with flaming red hair.
Son of Death her voice growls like stone
grinding on stone in black thunder storm
your ancestor Franko when slain in battle
entrusted magic sword forged by ten snakes
in mountain cave of Iliano into my care
then whipping aside cloak she reveals blade
of shimmering light and places it in his hand.
Dagoberto reads Runes shimmering with light
in polished silver blade that names sword
Durandel flame of light that illuminates truth
and strikes for justice to destroy cruel men
and protects honor and virtue of all women
so he raises sword high before his face
and bows to woman in obedience to her word.
Transforming into lion woman lopes slow
and regal into swirling mist and disappears
so Dagoberto stands on stone by ice river
and swings sword slow to feel its weight
then practices thrusting and striking down
and swinging and stabbing and twirling fast
over his head growing more expert each day.
One fine summer day after practicing alone
martial arts on lion stone by ice river
Dagoberto strides back to stone castle
where he finds army of strange dark men
in black robes wielding long curved swords
besieging castle where his clan has lived
since Clovis constructed tower from stone.
Unleashing Durandel with flame of justice
Dagoberto strides before army of strangers
demanding their leader fight with him alone
otherwise you are all cowards he shouts
so their leader leaps off tall red horse
and laughs as their swords clash in battle.
Steel blade rings loud against steel blade
as Dagoberto fights against invading king
leaping and dodging and thrusting with grin
of determination to enforce his strong will
while castle clan and invading soldiers watch
two warriors clashing in struggle for power.
Ducking and swinging as he twirls around
Dagoberto whacks head off invading king
that rolls at his head with staring eyes
so he clutches hair and holds head high
shouting at invaders who turn and flee fast
terrified of brave warrior with flame sword.
Bells in towers ring victory as people
stream from castle cheering young warrior
who strides with pride before Magus Maritano
then kneels holding sword blade in wet soil
and bowing his head he addresses his master
forgive me for doubting force of your rules
for my generation never experienced invasion.
Maritano bids boy rise before face of his clan
then places helm crown with golden ring
on his head and proclaims behold Dagoberto
defender of Franks and slayer of demons
so thousand warriors and women raise arms
cheering determination of their noble king.
Striding alone in forest to river stone
Dagoberto is startled by thundering flash
then mist swirls parting to reveal lion
that transforms into woman with red hair
who holds out hands asking give me sword
named Durandel for you fulfilled your duty
protecting our nation from brutal war.
Since our nation is safe from new attack
release Durandel Sword of Justice and Truth
to my hands so I may keep it safe in Temple
of War where I may close and lock its doors
for thanks to will of your choice and love
your nation will be free from attack for years.
When enemies of Franks and Merovingian Crown
return with new generation of evil killers
I will again place sword in hand of defender
who will battle injustice of torturing killers
and free human tribes from brutal domination
so all men and women may live together free.
Veiled Mystery Of Kaaballah
2005 01 08
Hassan Al-Bahir turns away from television
after watching news stories about tsunami
that killed one hundred fifty thousand souls
on Bengal Bay shores from Lanka to Sumatra.
My eyes are flooded with scenes of death
when giant waves crashed into fishing towns
and coastal cities and vacation resort villas
tearing lives of families apart in seconds.
Bathing in Pool of Al-Ilat to cleanse sorrow
from his heart Hassan dons clean white robe
and enters Al-Harem As-Sharif to circulate
around Kaabah black stone Temple of Al-Ummah.
Sudden dust storm swirls clouds of gold sand
making his robe flap as he closes his eyes
and he trembles at presence of blinding light
that dissipates leaving him in dark gloom.
Al-Bahir gropes for a ways toward Kaabah
till his hands touch smooth black stone
which glimmers with gold stars at midnight
when he looks around seeing nothing but huts.
Feeling wood door above steps of Kaabah
Al-Bahir enters chamber illuminated bright
with gold flames of candles on brass stands
surrounding ancient man at large round table.
Eyes glittering gold like eyes of a serpent
ancient wizard smiles and welcomes visitor
offering him cup of fresh sparkling water
from Well of Al-Uzzah my sweet darling mother.
Hassan drinks feeling sweet water of life
quench his thirst then he sits beside man
wearing thick black robe and tall pointed hat
who holds quill hovering over goat-skin scrolls.
What are you writing he asks ancient man
with white beard who grins and winks his eye
I am composing calculations of poetic songs
to understand creation of our vast universe.
Why are you in sacred Kaabah Heart of Faith
he asks again fearing to offend ancient man
who laughs I built this home with my hands
and here I judge disputes between good men.
Looking up Al-Bahir sees giant crystal ball
glittering with light of billions of stars
that swirl flames of fire and waves of water
as universe evolves into planets with life.
Gaze into Eye of Ab-Ra and you will see truth
about how all things in our universe are rings
of eternal soul vibrating with song of creation
that assemble into organic creatures with brains.
We live while Earth spins around Mother Sun
then material of our bodies dissolve into dust
that grow into grass eaten by sweet lambs
which we eat to consume material of Al-Ilah.
I am voice of knowledge speaking with fire
sings ancient man then touches his forehead
and I want you son of my seed to be my messenger
so I name you Al-Gabari singer of scroll words.
Al-Bahir asks forgive me for my confusion
what is your name then ancient man smiles
eating grapes my true name before I was born
is Al-Arabi seventh son of Father Al-Abrama.
His father was son of Rama and sweet Shivati
whose father King Shiva wanted to destroy her
because she became pregnant by chariot driver
so here I am building castles from black sand.
My father Al-Abrama married Princess Al-Uzzah
who tends apple trees surrounding this Kaabah
that feeds my soul with knowledge of truth
so I will now teach you Mystery of Kaaballah.
Eternal conscious soul of Universal Architect
becomes flesh in body of every breathing soul
whose spirit is animated by Al-Daimoni of Love
so my mother Al-Jinnah created me from Seed.
Al-Bahir turns and sees young pregnant woman
on large bed gasping as she pushes child
from her sacred womb into his open hands
so he bathes child and lays it on her breast.
Child suckles milk from breast of Star Mother
Al-Sakinah his wife who smiles exhausted
as he kisses her mouth then she requests
fresh apple so he steps outside at pink dawn.
Al-Bahir looks around Kaabah and sees trees
bearing apples and pears twined by vines
bearing grapes so he holds silver platter
to fill it with fruit in cool morning air.
Sitting beside Al-Sakinah suckling child
Al-Bahir smiles as he watches her eat grapes
and pears and chunks of fresh goat cheese
while caressing small head of their child.
Al-Arabi ancient man wearing black robe
transforms into raven with sharp beak
who asks what will you name your daughter
so he smiles I name her Al-Azhar my flower.
Young woman enters bringing pitcher of water
then fills cauldron bubbling over flames
and kisses her father as she prepares bread
singing I am always with you for I am Al-Amen.
Three Prophets Of Burning Stars
2005 01 09
Three prophets will rise from ashes of war
to walk wilderness of America in white rags
proclaiming truth to fight for rule of law
to men whose ears are deaf from boom of bombs.
First will be known as Prophet of Lies
and will reveal lies of deceivers who shout
and insult honest people on television shows
though they try to escape with tax dollars.
Second will be known as Prophet of Wars
and will unleash missiles of terrible fire
destroying a thousand great cities of steel
melting words into tears of dying mothers.
Third will be known as Prophet of Truth
and will forge Sword of Justice from chains
that oppressed billions of people with greed
then build a city housing all families as one.
First will have heart of a howling Wolf
and wrestle with evil blind man before face
of Justice to throw him weeping in rain
where voices of dogs will snarl for his blood.
Second will have heart of a soaring Eagle
and bring message of hope from Hidden Queen
whose words will unite factions of tribes
torn by civil war to face a greater threat.
Third will have heart of a growling Lion
and reign as emperor of new united nations
though his heart will be buried in snow
on lone hill where new palace will be built.
First will have one eye torn out by greed
to break open spigot of a thousand wells
that will flood this world with black oil
drowning women and children in war of fire.
Second will have two eyes torn out by hate
to silence dissent of voices when commoners
gather to criticize dictator in White House
whose horns will be sawed off by Weird Girl.
Third will open third eye growing from gem
glittering on ring of gold shining on head
of his daughter whose hand will wield Sword
of Justice cutting off heads of oil vampires.
First will give Key of Power to a blind girl
that will open door to reveal All-Seeing Eye
on Pyramid of Wisdom mastered by her hands
for she will weave fate of liars and thieves.
Second will give Gun of Desire to a mad man
who will shoot ten dictators before their time
is clocked as written on rotten Apple of God
in words of fire tattooed on chest of Lamb Boy.
Third will give Coin of Will to every good man
who works hard to protect his wife and kids
though he will wander homeless among clouds
to walk as ghost among rioters and criminals.
When White Raven builds a new nest in rotunda
on Capitol Dome from feathers of lost Angels
elephant and donkey will be driven into exile
by Lion King who will return from desert jail.
Seven years will nameless king wander lost
in wilderness of despair among ruins of cities
where brokers and preachers reigned supreme
until he meets blind girl with blood-red hair.
Beware her wrath for Tiger Girl will avenge
every woman raped and beaten by her husband
then string their skulls on telephone wires
clattering in wind over highways without cars.
When you see deceiver crucified at midnight
on telephone pole wearing crown of wires
you will see Beauty riding Beast with Crown
of World Power to reign on Pyramid of One Eye.
When you see door open in Television Mirror
revealing Sons of Jesus with Wireless Scepters
you will see Lion King battle Oil Vampire
for control over Crystal Sphere of visions.
Three daughters of Abraham will unite as one
when Prophet of Truth founds new world religion
building Temple of Trust from fallen stars
to shelter all people with Hand of Justice.
Three prophets of burning stars will pass
through rain drenching our world with tears
that fertilize wasteland from war of flames
so fruit trees will grow ripe again on Earth.
Bride Of Alberon
2005 01 10
Emilia rides wooden hobby horse
in large wood room in old Gdansk
watching old lace curtains sway
in gentle breeze full of salt sea.
Two old aunts appear and carry
her wooden bench with three dresses
and six books and two pair of boots
so she follows climbing in cart
that takes her to train station
where she rides beside her bench.
Three days later she disembarks
and sits on bench near old pines
at train station in small town
somewhere near snow-white mountains
in Saxonia where wild wolves run.
Old man arrives after five hours
riding rickety cart and wearing coat
tattered by years of mountain winds
and stained black from digging deep
in mountain heart for gold and gems
so he sits beside her on gravel.
I am tired driving seven days
and I expect you are also tired
so let us sit quiet here for a while
then he falls asleep and she stares
at his hair black as raven wings.
Three ravens descend from pine trees
and watch him also till he wakes
when they flutter silent and swift
away on wind spiraling toward peak
of ancient mountain where wolves run.
Old man grins and places her bench
on cart and she sits by his side
as they travel slow into mountains
past villages and vast open farms.
My name is Yako and I am brother
of your mother who left our village
to marry handsome young soldier
who passed through long ago in war
against some enemy no one remembers
then he became banker in Gdansk
where you lived till they both died.
Night falls dark on watching hills
that sing sad melodies of bleak hope
so he builds fire in small snug glade
and falls asleep while she sits prim
on wood bench bearing all her things.
Near midnight Emilia hears bells
ring soft as if through blind mist
that wakens sad memories best forgot
then she hears sweet violins play
as flutes weave delicate desires
that fill her heart with aching sorrow.
Turning her head to look in dark wood
she sees glimmering lights from candles
that beckon her with promises of delight
and pleasure from rich delicious food
and happy friends around a warm fire.
Sweet voice sings in dark ancient wood.
When your heart is heavy with loss
and sorrow blinds your eyes with tears
come join our merry ring of friends
and hold our hands as we dance and play.
Two thousand years of drudging toil
may pass away in sad mortal world
but you will ever dance with true joy
and feast on fruits from Tree of Life.
Follow glowing light of my immortal eyes
that show your way in swirling mist
to join me laughing in eternal play
and you will reign as Bride of Alberon.
Emilia wearing long white lace dress
with red ribbons and clean black shoes
stands in clearing of tall thin stones
that form circle around roaring fire
where Elves and Sprites and Fairies dance
wild circles shouting with happy delight.
Ancient man with young handsome face
framed by long shimmering blond hair
kneels before her thin hungry face
and offers her platter of sweet fruit
so she accepts apple glowing bright gold
as morning sun shimmering with rainbows.
Germania armies invade ancient Polonia
as thousands of soldiers in iron tanks
aim rifles to kill all those who resist
then world erupts in terrible world war
as millions of people die in five years
when civilizations clash over power.
Bride of Alberon reigns as gold queen
over ancient sacred land of true Angels
sitting on throne of song in cool shade