Long Ascendancy Poems
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“Dwellers of the Ancients, is all be seeking The Fallen atop?
Well… be advised and turn back for to entertain he will not
It's been far too long since mortals have come before our sight
And above all, the coming of mortals is often the coming of blight
Yet, curious I am to see what wisdom does all sow to seek?
And mind me, is the outskirts to be still as unpromising and bleak?
Wait a leafy fall! Is that what I think the Amulet is what it is?
Is that really what I dare think to think what I really think IS?
And… The Sword of Sin, and The Bow of Azure and… and!
Oh my one and holy creator of trees and woods, the all-seer blends
I, Twit of the Sylvans have actually stumbled upon The Champions of Light
Me, the cleverest of all, the mightiest of both twilight and night!
The one who oversees and overrules the over-leaves and overall
The most knowledgeable, the most erudite and despite some say The MOST TALL…!
So, I’m Twit in my most humble nature to see to your needs
Your demands will Twit without question have them meet!
What’s it like being a Champion, The Knight of the Word?
Is the Mistress of The Word really ever once a berserker as of rumours heard?
Can the Mistress really heal with her bequeath powers? Though she
don’t look too well now!
Where is her overseer? The white owl that flies alongside around!
And The Defier, the one born just right after you died, remember?
You know, The Askance who ensave The Mistress from whence a berserker?
And of course, the Befallen Angel of Dreams who sacrifice for love
The one who now dwells in awaiting for you to return to serve?
What happened? After you died I mean... pardon Twit who say…
Where have you disappeared to all those time and to than return this day?
Its been more than a hundred years if my intelligent mind can remember precisely
And all this time to only be indulged in my duty given periods indefinitely
Pardon my nature Knight of The Word, have Twit asked much?
How would you like a Sylvan alongside to uplift as such?
Twit can serve in knowledge and in spirit despite being small
And in addition, Twit can assure all be welcomed into the Fallen’s ascendancy hall
So what do you say, Twit be one to join your quest in judiciary?
Indeed, yes?... yes it is… will you excuse me a peck and Twit be back in a jiffy”
Within the tight corsets
and high collars we remain faucets
that the portraits display
at the exhibition for today
though young men among us
cross home plate to the wild cheers and fuss
about their food between
sausage and in Louisiana cuisine
many folks are simply
not full partners in this industry
asking loose boundedness
before a genuine catcher audience
Among those who still read
who still cannot descend through one head
may not be slow to show
how newspaper reading has dropped low
beyond adroit and breast
beyond legal orders and the rest
as part ensuring art
I have disturbed that established heart
like nightclubs without beer
family without funeral or bier
but single band to grow
among different hues agreed with woe
In this developed place
reduced to a formula or face
the body of the pain
from the public to the private vain
I respond to my life
with ethos driving from kitchen knife
its two patterns are fussed
but each module is unfairly just
in the klein house I gwine
laid dry in salt rather than in brine klein
I overcome with grief
because going now I would as lief
Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh
With dreams of steaming plates of Irish stew.
He ate his last potato last time Sheamus paid the rent.
Since then, there’s not been very much to chew.
The lords of the Ascendancy express paternal care
By flaunting all their privileges of wealth,
While tenant souls like Gilgamesh subsist on gospel words
Unsuited for the maintenance of health.
The famine’s grip was guaranteed by what was done to help;
The landlords’ ledgers chronicled events.
The mighty Earl of Lucan and the rest lived absentee,
Their middlemen kept busy squeezing rents.
So, Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh,
And climbed aboard a packet ship in Cobh.
He authored his own epic as an immigrant at large,
To brave the flood and find a decent job.
Gilgamesh O'Malley left his home for foreign shores.
Should the Fates condemn your destiny, his fortune could be yours.
Many moons ago, in my ascendancy
Males weaned themselves from dependency
At age 18, adults, full-blown on our own
No more nesting, Momma Bee, in your honeycomb
You'd bought your first car; you took care of it too
No one could tell you where to go, what to do
So many, these days, not even licensed to drive
Independence for them has yet to arrive
We checked in with our 'rents,* why maybe once a week *parents
Hi, Mom, back from the hospital; Doc set my broken cheek
These days, it seems no span of ten minutes ever's spanned
Without Little Johnny telling Mommy all of his plans
From breast milk to devices -- to Mommy, boys are forever attached
Better take her with you in your coffin, when you are dispatched
I saw a death shadow in the eyes of my infancy
a soft mercy with calm blue fancy,
in childhood, when free will asserted it's wild supremacy
we sang of star charriots and laughter loyal to hyperactivity,
I see a death shadow in the prime of my ascendancy
outlining my temple of truth, whistling thy words of wizardry,
I hear It like the madness of morning's ending,
I taste It as if from the burning breast milk of a Dragoness,
I see It in the bleeding smile of my heart's kindness,
I speak to It when love's luster unlocks the lunacy of loneliness,
I feel the humble shade of It's jade justice in a world hot and hustling,
My death shadow has a surface sweet with patient purpose,
It is not rough with forboding frost that frights the fight of flesh,
rattling the scythe of doom and cackling for cataleptic crisis it does not,
It is not a grim God or a greedy Goddess, no taxing terror trumpeted,
It has never been an angel of escape or a demon of dour delirium,
when suffering becomes a seduction of brute beauty I share in it's wise joy,
my death shadow follows the desperate yet disciplined form of my body battle
through life's plethora of coy poisons and possessive passions,
marching along side me with martial grace, sculpting my face with lion spirit -
J.A.B.
In a kingdom full of sole
Only
Only my Lord only much I marveled the silent limit
Once I sat engaged and doing without this
Only on that day my soul grow lonesome
Once I sat engaged and limiting
The easy exclusive extending
Only while I pondered, more and impending
It was commending, only
That moment my soul grew most, solely
Back into my memories avoiding
And the control was voiding
The monitors came exploring
Only
That moment my soul grew remote
Solely
What could there be more purely cutthroat?
The large lower lauding
The aloof ascendancy appreciating
Only
I remember I was willing
What could there be more purely fulfilling?
Ah, distinctly I was praising
Solely
Question?
The mercy, the help from God
Is by far a choice is it..solely
Only
6/9/19
Let a moment be left for you Sir Knight, to cautiously consider
The consequence to face till the curse be lifted one day, forever”
{Once again, is the Gods in profound trickery to undermine
Us as mortals to suffer their lain path of in-comprehensive time
In order to ensave Alkaiya must I be in bond with her soul
To travel together and to battle as individuals to each a role
However, with the known fact to embrace lies the least of fear
Rather, it’s the significance of love never to be… is to tear
After all this time… when everything seems to be in place
The drastic turn has to unfold for yet another peril to face
With thoughts of the promised peace to The Ancients in one hand
Or to love and share a death with nothing else to matter of when?
I spared a thought for a while, looking at Alkaiya once more
And with Twit looking upon me, I carried her into the ascendancy hall}
“Needless to say, I already knew what you have in mind
Upon risk with which to face, I shall nay harass to remind
Be it so… mayhaps of words I should and will offer in solace
Conceptualise yourself to be in hearty bonds with her at the best
There is to be no other who can be as close in spiritual essence
Though nay to be in love, there is more to be in existence
Though a healer I’m engifted to be in my time to serve
I do make sense of what it beholds to be… to be in love
It never is of your choosing to choose the sparse choices of choice
Only to accept the path of Heaven with us manipulated as toys
Now, one may lie down as still beside the Mistress of War
For the coming of dawn, will Alkaiya be life and well as recall
Do not trouble yourself with affection, Knight of the Word
More important matters are to be dealt with, of fate be heard
Or mayhaps you can live in hope for the curse be one day cured
And mayhaps then, can love be declared with a bond truly pure”
Bees fly across the sky,ride
beyond the breeze,wind and storm
cross rains,waves and tides
to collect nectars from flowers
Best constructors I have ever seen
They build the intricate beehives
Sign language is introduced by bees
They do waggle dance to navigate food sources
They use antennae to identify
smell,and sometimes to communicate
If bees use right antennae
it means they are shaking hands
Though bee keepers steal honey
they will not stop their duty
Hard work,team work,ascendancy
so many things to learn from bees
Honeybees are our guardian angels
They are working for our welfare
If they do not transmit pollen grains
Our earth will be destroyed soon
Born to a land unspoiled and free
The mighty sequoia was on the ascendancy
Ancient elders stood erect and proud
Free from threats to pierce a cloud
Out of nowhere came a destructive presence
Little creatures with a cold, dark luminescence
So naive to think I’d thrive forever
Not anticipating this new dawn of endeavour
They tunnelled through a living tree
Without any care for his dignity
A gaping hole in a living creature
Then they drove machines through their latest feature
I’ve seen great change, seen it all
Seen them rise and felt us fall
They now stand before me, danger’s afoot
A sense of inevitability as they deepen the cut
Suddenly, I begin to tilt and sway
Never to see another earthly day
Then I creak, crack and splinter
This old giant has had his final winter
My brothers and sisters silently scream
Man has taken me down, a familiar theme
They have risen to conquer this vast frontier
Now I’ve sadly succumbed to the tip of their spear
PATH
Follow me along this path, she said
Ignore the whispers you may hear
And be sure to keep a gentle tread
No need for worry, naught to fear
You’ll see a different world instead
Through the trees, leaves pushed aside
She walks ahead, a path I mustn’t lose
Two paces back, so we don’t collide
Is this a new future I should choose
But what if she and others have lied
Then into a lighter clearing we emerge
The midday sun is warm upon my face
But no turning back, despite any urge
As that world is no more in any case
As she looks at me, my emotions surge
This was a portal to a new beginning
It seemed the right new future for me
Less about losing, more about winning
As I already sense this is my ascendancy
What was a solid reality is now thinning