Sanctuary: A latin dirge I wrote:

Soldiers fade away as stars in a blaze of glory.
Inky Oceans fill the stars writing their story.
Its the dance of soldiers slumbering in eternity.
In slumber examine the solace of the moon.
Farewell, farewell, body, flesh of age.
Bloodshed spread out the wine sacrifice.
Troubled waters flowed loose and leaky.
Its the dance of gods falling down in eternity.
In death examine the change before darkness.
Farewell Farewell body flesh of age.
Militia deflorescere ab ut astra ignis gloria.
Atramentum oceanus implere astra scriptio eorum fabula.
Saltare miles dormire In aeternum.
In somnus examine solatium nocti luna.
Ave, ave corpus.
Sanguisinis passus passum immolatum.
Turbidae res aqua fluxit.
Saltare deus prolabi delabi In aeternum.
In mortis examine novatum prae noctis.
Ave, ave, corpus.

Castles

I feel like I did before the magic wore thin.
Like a child at the waters edge
hanging onto a sand paradise
holding destiny in a pale.
If I close my eyes I sense there is more to life
beyond that line where water meets the sky
Warm pale yellow sun lighting on a fantasy,
Orange sunset illuminates the Ocean current filling, refreshing, changing
Toeing the waters edge, I stood at a crossroad.
A future shaped by watching waves, coercion in a blue ocean,
becoming the force of change in a glance back
when innocence still held a glimmer of what my tomorrow could be
The bliss showing no regard for awaiting peril.
Then it hits me as I stand here,
breathing in the fumes of what it was like to feel aliveness
when the dream still pulsed and I remember
I missed who I was when I stood at the waters edge
And promised Neptune I’d never leave that bliss.
His icy blue arms licked the walls of my dream castle with salty glue
And he said…”never let time take your castle”.
Now here, standing in the door of tomorrow looking back,
feeling stronger,
with that scrap of a childhood dream feeling real in my hand.
I can sense the child inside me laughing at walls
becoming sand beneath my feet.
My castle walls washed into the sea.
Swallowing a vanishing future or a crumbled past.
I don’t know who I am these changes alter me…unrecognizable.
I saw someone else in that reflection, before the magic thinned.
Before life ran riotous.
Before everything changed,
even the potency of the dream is stronger.
Wayward destinies lap yearning, covetous.
My vision follows the reasons down a path out to the sea.
Then it hits me as I stand here, at the waters edge.
Feeling the breeze
tasting the freedom in the wind
before the magic wore thin.
That scrap of paper holding the dream still pulsing
breathing in the fumes.
He said: ”never let time take your castle”.

Cantique de Jean Racine

Everlasting light of Heaven and Earth, we break the silence of the peaceful night.
jour eternal, de la terre et des cieux de la paisible nuit nous rompons le silence.
Savior Divine, cast thine eyes upon us now gathered here to praise thee.
Divin Sauveur, jette sur nous les yeux. Pour te benir maintenant rassemble
O Christ, look with favour on the faithful people
O Christ, sois favorable a ce people fidele:
may they go forth filled with thy gifts.
Et de tes dons qu’il retourne comble!
Receive the hymns offered to thy endless glory
Recois les chants qu’il offre a ta gloire immortelle
Pour on us the fire of thy mighty grace
Repans sur nous le feude ta grace puissante,
that all hell my flee at the sound of thy voice
Que tout l’enfer fuie au son de ta voix:

Persephone

The road below was paved in gold, the world above in white.
Slumber Persephone under veils of snowy skies.
Hades thick serum drowns, seers as he takes her down.
Earth with winter clothed and glitter fields of white
Slumber Persephone while Demeter drains her eyes.
Zeus from above shoots thunderbolts of love.
The God’s bend low when she dwells below.
Slumber Persephone under veils of snowy skies.

alternate realities

There is more than one of everything and the alternate reality on the dark side of the sun is hidden to those who would seek to destroy and exploit. For those who have the gift, although it may be dormant, you just need the keys to unlock it or the instructions to decode what you see. GAIAS CHILDREN & EARTH ALLIANCE concept illustrates the truth of alternate realities that I received in a series of dreams thick with symbolism. The undercurrent in my chapter scenes like Coming Apart in Mars Falling seem to be enhanced by a thick red vein of truth that we are not the only occupants of this world created by Deus Powers. True in the sense that fiction becomes true to life when we apply the message through allegory.

THE GUARDIAN:

My Guardian sits against the stillness of the night sky. He smells of earth and pine and vineyard. Purple bulging tracks wind beneath a rough-hewn canvas carved tip to joint with otherworldly symbols stretched o’er misshapen crackled bones. Centuries’ vast roads caught in those wind kissed, sea green depths sifted through a thousand ages. Tracking lurking trappings, after blood soaked wars spurned by ig-nobles too stupid to acknowledge simple truths, crossing the borders bearing wilted heroes and spent valor up to the gates of His home in Araboth.
I’d rather hoped he was human. I’m glad he’s immortal. For one etched so rough, seeming tender as a baby doe to wear such fragile strength among brutish humanity; none else could bear the embedded years of lifting a human cause beyond the grave, and still remain so tender. He sings to himself a quiet song about the beauty of awe inspiring moments. Flickering embers glowing yellow on black drapes. Hovered limbs stoop to listen, his voice low & soft, hardly echoes but for the Mystic Visitors tossing a serenade to accompany. Without even looking up, he chants the words to a poem explaining how grueling his encounters with human life have been:

How Did You Die? by Edmund Vance Cooke

How Did You Die?

by Edmund Vance Cooke

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there — that’s disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts,
It’s how did you fight — and why?

And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only how did you die?

remember us

Dearest said, we should do something about where we’re headed
Father thought he created a world for His children.
He drank the poison of Cultic lore and sold it
Saying this is the gospel that men should really live.
All He created was Hell and jotted it down as Law
Damning His children to a place He would never go
To control the very breath of human life to a fate outside of time!
And in so doing created a noose to hang His sons,
For that hell may deliver the old into slumber but we will walk here still.
Father thought creation meant destruction first.
He drank the poison of material culture and spread it
Saying the young should fight for what they want
While the Old Man sits still in the easy chair
Hollering to ears turned against Him
Balling of truth from a crowded ego too entertained to hear
Screaming for freedom like savage Roman children
Brawling over a playground they trod upon a brief measure
Dying to hold on tight laying velvet dirt with a crimson fight
Saying all the time we should be living like soldiers
Killing spirits of our own brothers to feel power
Saying they are hells creatures that feed on scum.
Father thought building ground meant trampling Gaia’s life
He exploited trembling mountains for greed and preached it
Denying responsibility for killing Earth,
Spewing fire and walls of Ocean to fight back,
Wrestling with men who call themselves Gods
Wondering if in her wake, when she screams from the pain we inflicted
When she quakes her wrath into our vanity and shakes every dwelling loose,
If she will remember us.
Dearest said we should ask for amends.
Ancient mores Father adhered to are fast becoming deadly sins.
Why conform to rules that never work?
We have to do something about what we’re doing
Why continue spreading velvet dirt with our blood
Cleaning up Father’s transgression so He can dodge the consequence?
Wondering if when we get to the end He created,
If will we remember Him,
The Father cursing sons who refuse to turn from “these wicked roads”
Dearest said we should become the force of change.

Adoni

He stands amid the circle
Adoni folds him in her wings
brush the sting of death held at bay
wrap him warm still the storm
Awaken in a vivid dream
renewing arms of Divine love
He sat beneath the healing tree
Neptune’s drizzle washing clean
Prussian arms of healing mist
Sea’s aroma soaks and bliss
expressed in a deluge from above
He slept beneath the Lunar light
Midnight fingers boney and white
Stream of blue and his tears fall light
swept the dusty veils of mind
reveal the world hidden behind
While all of life is standing still
Images tiptoe into the real
The deep blue sings of truth
beyond where it can be seen
He stands outside his mind
picturing life in a vibrant change
outside the cocoon
another world, time,
the minds eye, whatever
gods live there

Come Undone

If I could scream to Jupiter to come take me home
If I could cry out loud enough to make him hear
If I could stretch my arms and fly away
would it be to spend another breath in this world I don’t belong?
If it all comes undone in a new tomorrow why bother?
He asked me why I said its hopeless. Why? Why not give in now?
Why keep trying when it all comes undone before we start.
My energy spent keeping spirit alive,
supplication to the god’s for a breath of life falls deafened,
my idea of love suffocates under this.
The hope I see in tomorrows sky seems to fade,
promise in a message that someone from on high has heard me
maybe I succeeded in tasting my dying dream for a time
maybe life accomplished keeping me silent
maybe the way to let go is so much easier than my will to live imagines.
I can’t take another day of hoping that this road might lead to love
knowing deep inside that dying here leaves a negative answer.
Is this the death that’s required to enter enlightenment? I’m there completely.
If I could scream I’d say I can’t take another day.
If I could stretch my arms and fly this thing I’d crash into the full moon and hold on tight.
Because a crash seems a better way to die than in this.
Knee deep in my new tomorrow the one I dug in and fought for.
Maybe I will to leave my mark on the world.
Leave some words to Dharma who I know can make them come alive.
I’m standing in the door of tomorrow enlightened rays spray across my face
one step leaves this world behind
nirvana winds alluring fingers around my mind.
How tempting to step off the edge and depart.
He asked me if at some point would I hang it up for something new.
If he only knew. I said it all comes undone before we start.