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Moth
In a kingdom full of ants
The splendid spider spidering
Deep into that darkness frogging
Death shall bring candlefish
It threw its ghost against the grubs
Deep into that darkness frogging
Death shall bring candlefish
It threw its ghost against the grubs
That moment my soul grew chafer
Through which came flying, flying, flying
How they were implying, solidifying - applying
I felt compelled to sniff the goldeneyes
And its eyes have all the leaping
That bound spathe - that bound spathe
I crave the thundering, thrusting tussock moth
I threw my bagworm upon the floor
I am shorn of my swath
And so I screamed, 'Is that a mediterranean flour moth?'
Deep into that darkness arcing
I heard a ferny, bouncing pluming
I discovered the mildews
That overhead spring - that overhead spring
They are perfumed from unseen ling
But in the fact that it was growling
Still is extolling, still is extolling
Long I stood there blossoming, strolling
And so you came gently swishing
Eagerly I looked for the worms
That thriving, thriving touting
Take thy expanse from out my heart
You warned me about the black art
Wafting and wafting with my tiger moth
While I pondered, incipient and wroth
There stood an addled troth
What could there be more purely loath?
While I pondered, shan and wroth
Plume - plume - plume!
Fluttering in the dusk and dark
The moth
4/9/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Liberal translation of an excerpt from the verse portion of Lotus Sutra, Chapter 25 (Avalokitesvara Chapter).
"..Say you are pushed off the face of Mount Meru,
By invoking the powers of Avalokitesvara,
You will float in the void like the Sun.
Or if you are chased by hound like pursuers
To the edge of the Vajra Cliff, invoke the
Powers of Avalokitesvara, and not one hair
Would be harmed. If you are surrounded by
Vindictive brigands, each with sword in hand,
Recall the strength of Avalokitesvara, and
Mercy and forgiveness will swell in their hearts.
Should you be ensnared in the law of Magistrates,
And sent to the guillotine, invoke the powers of
Avalokitesvara, and the blade would shatter.
If you are shackled or forced into stocks, cry out
For Avalokitesvara, and the chains will break away.
Say sorcery and black art are used against you,
If you keep Avalokitesvara close to heart, the malice
And harm would be returned to the ill wisher.
Or if you meet vicious Rakshasas, dragons of poison,
And other fearsome ghosts, by crying for Avalokitesvara,
None would dare do harm. And If trapped by fearsome beasts,
With teeth and claws long and sharp, invoke the powers
Of Avalokitesvara, and they will all scatter and flee in haste..."
Translation released into Public Domain
I must face my foes,
Many will attack!
A shield for the throes,
So I don't shrink back.
In order to stand,
One thing stands apart,
Truth must form its band,
So God does His part.
Who reigns in your heart,
Is it many or One?
Will strength from Black Art,
Last in the long run?
Fasten His truth belt,
Tightly 'round your waist.
Your courage won't melt,
When the foe is faced.
The Lord delivers,
Those loyal to Him.
His voice brings shivers,
He's stronger than them.
His truth at your core,
His armor now wear,
Your strength He'll restore.
Success in Warfare!
With truth, Buckle Up!
Hell's attack is here,
His truth to breakup-
End-times in high gear.
"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"
Guns ...
are for p*ssies
you know, short for
pussilanimous plural
Words …
are sharper
more cutting
more lethal
clean
concise
quill slicing the lucid flow
you can taste the blood
as you turn them
twist them further in
with valour
war cry bitten
you drive them deeper in
you unsheathe love
as a hard win,
victorious, won
ink blooms
potent power from
your stellar wounds
darkened roads
shining home
lux vitae dei vox
Home ...
morning star
quod scripsi scripsi
turns the light on
to birth puissant
in the majestic
seat of third eye
commanding
the truest titulus
initials glowing
arriving on cloudy tomes
perilously igniting
new fiery caims
swallowing
ouroboros tales
hear the battle cry
you were built
to withstand the fall
to more mighty again rise
the gauntlet
now well
and truly thrown
something
more darkly formidable
than shady insult sown
sink your new teeth in
fresh biting warrior
I christen you Boadicea
blood cup possessed
razor mind in you conjuring
the tongues of hearts to speak
there is no escape
for in you, I am and
I will always live
crucifying
all the wasting yesterdays
with fresh blooded promissory notes
staking claims of assurance
in the terror firmer
here to stay
sharpening
words taken
from a stone
n'ere a flowery
verbose drip
wasted
salting
the new cuts
to feel something vital
smiling within
fresh blooding
the Sexton grin
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Come as You Are”/Nirvana
https://youtu.be/W2QeQ9ZufAk
“The Black Art”/Anne Sexton
https://allpoetry.com/The-Black-Art
“Her Kind”/Anne Sexton
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42560/her-kind
Sexton. noun
titulus. noun
Caim. noun
Sanctuary; An invisible circle of protection drawn around the body with the hand, to remind one of being safe and loved even in the darkest times.
"STRONG"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/strong_1192970
LYRICS/"Come as You Are", Nirvana
https://genius.com/Nirvana-come-as-you-are-lyrics
I So Love You-Your Soul Do I Love
I so love you more than words said or shown
So I love you more that's ever known
in knowing I love so
you love I so love you more
My senses flare rises in powers charms
My stance toward your awesome delights
awaiting I your soul caress in my arms
White the nights bright smites spirit heights
I so love you now and evermore
And evermore do I cherish you tonight
Might I take flight twilight beguiling blight
Sore are the passions that roar
Beneath my mind bursting my heart
Lost am I in beauty still
I so love you you're a vision of black art
Such a trill comforting chill
I so love you at naught...
I So Love You-Your Soul Do I Love
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019
CONTENTS (…may have settled during shipping and handling.)
Preface by C. Günter Marrow
Prologue by Zoltan Goliath
Cycle I. FAITH HEALERS & HEARSAY MIRACLES
Ghosts from the Well
Hard Lessons
Chest of Drawers
Cycle II. RAW PERFUME
Social Insecurity
Rogues’ Gallery
Business as Usual
Cycle III. ORDINARY FAIRY TALES
Dry Stone Wall
A House with No Servants
Let’s Put this Night to Sleep
Cycle IV. FLOTSAM & JETSAM
Sausage, Head Cheese & Scrapple
The Institution
Should the Levee Ever Break
Cycle V. SCARS OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE
Light at the End of Tunnel Hill
Light Keeper’s Testament
Light in a Quiet Room
Epilogue by Otis Trench
Book of deeds
Jamoor ,boori and kudo opened my book of deeds and was reading and writing in it, with lucifers pen.
I couldn’t quite work it out.
Jamoor attacked me with all kinds of dark things. He put a hex on my hand and tied it down with a piece of Hell.
They put a pair of glasses on my eyes so I couldn’t see him.
They shoved lucifers pen between my ears.
They spat it in my face he had a good bad book.
They blew prayers in my face.
All I saw was a book that he shoved in my head.
And pushed me down Hell.
Now I see things flying out my head.
But in reality, they died of heart attack and other health problems.
But still managed to reach me after death evil souls.
I know now if a Jinn approaches you just pay him in Hell’s gold.
Because the Jinn (Marcus) told me how to do it
Prayers, written work and art that’s all.
To tell who did it to a crowd of people.
I was so frightened I didn’t know what to do.
Slowly I recognised the truth after many years.
Didn’t realise how dangerous Marcus was.
He asked me if I wanted revenge.
So, he could stick me in the same place as him.
I flat refused and paid my dues.
Marcus told me he’s not paying but I’ll take any side that pays.
It was all a game in the end.
Sheds a different light on all the horror black art stories you hear or have heard about Jinn.
The mechanical bird covered with diamonds, sings only
waltzes until the insides give way, and the sound
of his craft is crowing. Whether or not
(my Ladies and Gentlemen, and the Emperor above all)
the mood is coquetry, gurgling as if their mouths held
sweet water, cheesemongers, chambermaids and courtiers,
lackeys and the Duchess, all try for a nightingale,
and the Chief Imperial Singer of the Bed Chamber.
The bird, wound up, wags its tail and sounds the same
tune (decided beforehand) times over, and the moment
of a thousand gold lamps, where the walls and the floor
are made of china is recompense for the title of "Cook."
Even the Emperor's heart is on the left side.
The writers of books insist the Black Art untrue,
but the kitchen maid waiting in the outside world
where the garden ends, finds the cow's bellow gracious,
and frogs croaking in the marsh are church bells.
She dallies for tickets to the court festival to see
the emperor dining, and the ZI-ZI-BI of the Music Master
charms the evil away though he fix on her the great
hollows of his eyes and jewels glare.
In the woods blue by the bay, a small grey bird among
branches believes all that is written, watching
maids and their men grow merry on tea, their forefingers
in the air as they dance.
"Though I live alone,
my song is not stone,
Neither rubies, diamonds, nor pearls,
And the world is a place.
There the actual grace
Will tolerate waltzes and whirls.
Where the loud drums sound,
Both upside and down,
The sword strikes, the gold banner flies,
But porcelin takes care,
I sing as I dare,
And tears are in the Emperor's eyes."
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