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7 Ravens
In a terrible time of famine, war, pest and inquisition,
a master Wicca giving homeless boys a apprentice permission.
They had to maintain a household in an isolated place,
working very hard to earn some recognition to face.
Collecting woods, herbs and edibles to survive
building a garden, harvesting some fields to strive.
When the moon was new the master summonsed the boys,
teaching them the art of magic, using dark power like toys.
The very same power was keeping those young men imprisoned,
some tried to run away, but got lost and ended up same place wrested.
He turned them into ravens, spying on innocent prey,
and gave them that illusion of freedom that they can fly.
The deeds of darkness had its toll and innocent hearts rebel,
they could not take the viciousness by mental means able.
The Wicca promised them the virtue of ultimate power,
focusing only onto the abuse by tragic endower.
The ravens tried to work together against the masters will,
but could not fit his evil visions to conquer the needed bill.
In disguise of 7 Ravens they had to visited villages,
creating distractions for the dark master to take advantages.
One Raven got injured during some chaotic rage,
a maiden of gentle touch, nursed the captured creature in a cage.
Not knowing that a boy is in this disguise of a bird,
and the young man was in awe of all he heard.
She was talking about a charming prince she dreamed to meet,
giving her the stillness for the loving longing as a deed.
The raven recovered and the boy’s heart was enchanted,
flying back to the brothers and the master will granted.
He told his fellows about the beauty he is feeling,
and knew it is the way to conquer all fears and controlled stealing.
They decided to fly to those villages to find some maidens of charm,
exchanging bodies to create loving features with no harm.
Soon they hearts where all full of joy and virtues abilities,
much against the masters witching capabilities.
His own manipulation fell against him by circumstance,
leaving nothing left to do, giving those young men the advance.
They swore an ode, never to use the art of dark power,
living a life with the meaning of celebrated love in any hour.
Still hearing from time to time the voice of a Crow,
sounding like the croaking noise of…. nevermore, nevermore.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe
Written: January 30, 2024
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Amidst the darkness,
a tunic of silence looms high
mentioned in a muttered manner
spying via disguised apertures
rooting remorse-ridden radiance
Upon a glimmering
A blue-toned backdrop
under a celestial canopy
with mesmerizing shimmer
A stillness wraps the earth
entangled in unfathomable peace.
An opus devoted to stillness
saturates this space
winter wonderland
breathing beauty blue
anodyne snowy utopia.
Winter dreary nights
prolonged and chilly,
glows with a suave weave
mesmerizing gray foliage
The exquisite grace
unparalleled in magnitude,
with bright sunrays bouncing off,
a pure, lovely layer of snow
Embrace a serene moment
where harmony rules supreme,
an enormous sensation of delight
as the euphoria wears off
The light was shimmering
In an icy realm devoid of any conflict,
But the bitter northern winter
Winds are as sharp as knives.
Suddenly, that time ended
As it slowly slips away,
A gift of blissfulness
remains in an unspoken way
akin to an infant sleeping
with calmness all around,
A place where time stood still
and tranquility was found
Sunlight and shadows
disappear, for it is meant to be,
In the seasons, finding hope
and the spirit soars free.
We're both ugly and gorgeous
We can love, but we may also hate
We breached the rules while playing
I wonder what our fate will be
Multifaceted, we love and detest
elegance and vulgarity
Healing our emotions requires action
and understand our ability to shift,
Support me in spreading love and peace
Inspire beauty in whatever we do,
We can accomplish this together
But the future is unknowable,
A single idea could alter the world,
I hope it's an idea that you have
A remedy for shattered emotions,
Another view I've been having
I believe there is promise,
Most people grasp the basics
Even my silly pride may leave a mark
I might be known for it in the future
Reminding others of the concept
I could also join them
Who is initiating this act?
Be involved in the entity
Simply by accepting love
When we realize we need peace,
That alone may be sufficient
We recall several eponyms,
One thing must be remembered,
This beauty is our goal.
Over ugly, we must convey beauty.
Moving through the pulse and the flow
A timetable of fixed dilation
A given
And measured
Ellipse
To the people it trips
As they ride the crest
Of the waves
Of emotions
Just prisoners of
Perpetual motion
Never ceasing
Never pretending to be
Anything more
Born into the days
Of a future long past
Spying its records
From the start to the last
We are all
Just second hand news
In a land of ne’re to be
Nonsensical devotion
The prisoners of perpetual motion
Elate
And repress
The We
The US three
The Me
Myself
and I
Come to share in a life such as these
Checking out the view
I’m just second hand news
In the land of Ne’re do we
Strolling on by and
Pressing on through
Tasked with its provisions
And it’s riddled revisions
Nonsense and fiction
Have found their new diction
Of solar progression
As they encapsulate
The US Three
Strolling on by
Pressing ahead
The RIGHT
And the TRUE
It’s textured and layered deception
Held a managed intervention
Holding within its folio
The signatures of digression
Devoid of emotion
As it’s pendulum swings to and fro
Never able to leave
Or break its grasp
Transcending all in its path
Nonsense and fiction
Wear a guise of suspicion
Take on a new face
A perplexing division
With its sweeping broad strokes
To embrace and replace the US Three
Brushing on past
Just a page before
You knocked on the door
Of the garden where flowers once grew
These steps you’ve taken
Left to the tender mercies
Of fiscal conservancy’s
Hyperbolic uncertainty
Common knowledge
Given breathe
As stolen
A thief
Of the Inspector in chief
His notes plainly written
A solider in part
Has taken my enemies heart
In a fruitless pursuit
Of passion and pain
Here
I remain
In its orbital dance
The great mechanic has cast
His players
The WE
The US Three
Cry the home
On this ellipse
As we roam
The WE
The US Three
The black crow
Watches unfaltering
With his stalwart gaze
As your counterfeit lies
Sought in other men’s eyes
With a forbodance
Which can not be denied
In the wink of an eye
Like the pearls on a string
That glow
And
That shine
As it squares with the facts
In the drivers seat of circumstance
And at length in perpetuity
YOU hold the charter to men’s hearts.
Time Machine
I sometimes wonder about migration, is there a moment when doors are closed and the bus leaves the station
Sorry folks, the country is full.
One of the reasons people from Pakistan and there about
try to enter Britain is caused by the BBC talking- up England making it sound like a place of milk and honey.
In 1947, the BBC had regularly sent to Norway but
I can't say anyone wanted to go there; as my Uncle Olav
“The British working class have always been poor.”
The Russian radio was in on the act telling sweet stories of a little girl lost on the tundra but saved by a heroic Russian soldier who waded out in an ice-cold river to save
the girl who sat on an ice-floe.
There was at the time, sympathy for the Russians they had sent the Germans packing and helped end the war
But politics was changing the Russian station became full of interference and eventually closed down.
It was a strange time in the forties, Norway traded with Russia and even went on holiday there The Russians bought the herring and wood products and shared coal mines on the Svalbard.
To be a car owner in Norway was a rarity, but suddenly
The country was swamped with thousands of Russian-made Fiat cars, and the heart of equality skipped a beat.
There was a man who was well-liked but was caught spying for Russia he said it was because he believed in
the system and tried to help.
After years of jail time, where he wrote self-serving books he was freed, but the Russia he professed to love had changed; he went to Moscow and started a business, and became a millionaire by working hard.
We know the truth, but it is too tedious to talk about it
One thing is sure, if you want to open a business it is not enough to make a call saying you are selling leather shoes you have to have some information on the friends
who helps you succeed.
PS What I remember has no date because when you are old all appears to be yesteryear.
Nowadays Norway is a rich nation, safely embedded in the U.S. interest sphere It might just as well be called an American state, the rumors have it the CIA is conducting its secret operations from Norwegian soil.
With this, I will say no more as my old-age pension is
paid by the Norwegian state.
We are hours into the mountain riverway, the current unfriendly to us
paddling earlier had simply strained the men to burning exhaustion,
those who have the shoulder strength are paddling the two larger canoes
while the other six vessels are being pulled along in the side shadows with elk skin rope,
their feet and ankles paying the price,
an incredible sight is rapidly, dramatically coming towards us,
two hundred yards from where the river bends
an unmanned horse is galloping in our direction
with a confident craze in it's agility as it stomps through the rocky mud shore to the left,
running like a messenger of madness, reckless and unstoppable in passion,
a white, grey spotted horse, mane long, white and smoking in the wind,
it has already run past my canoe 50 yards off shore
but Sheild's canoe, being pulled very close to it's path
and McNeal has gotten a rope to lasso this animal,
in trying to claim it they have only sped the horse's instincts
McNeal nearly trampled, has gotten a face full of rock water for his effort,
that beauty is long gone, but everyone saw the sign,
the hip of the horse had a skull, and crossbones of rifles painted in black,
suffice it to say our hearts are humpin hot!
down here where we are predictable targets confined to the river's warpath
in order to saddle up on the upcoming banks some of our men must remain exposed
everyone else has rifles lead ready and hugged, telescopes spying space,
Clark and I kneeling with plank boards for armor, rifles in hand
Sacagawea standing inbetween us at the nose of our trespassing vessel
breasts uncovered, her son Jean in her arms swaddled in a U.S. flag
repeating a Shoshone lyric of peace, her clarion voice of sincere spirit
echoing through the mountain passes like an angel of sapphire wisdom
in this methodical moment of cautious maneuver
I realize that I love her,
I love her like eyes love color,
she is so above the ordinary, so forbidden to me,
we must clarify to the unseen onlookers that we are no warparty
but that we are no laundry squaws either,
20 minutes later we find a suitable shore line and disembark swiftly,
there be no indication of Indians, no presence of hostility,
J.A.B.
A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.
Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?
Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.
For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.
I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.
Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane.
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.
Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.
Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"
Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.
I'm at the mall
waiting for my new lenses
to find their inside home
in my old outside frames,
Hopefully
not like new wine
in old
opaque skins.
I try to engage
with an anthro-war story,
"The Invisible Woman"
Feeling myself silently camouflaged
in a sedate sitting area
sparsely inhabited only by my eyes
searching
and ears
spying
Listening for what invisible witnesses
hear
and empathically feel
"In wartime,
trusting the wrong person
can prove fatal."
How much safer is trust
in peace time?
anthro-dominated
industriously capitalized.
Does living Earth
even feel like peace time?
Or Business As Usual
domestic abuse,
neglect,
silent, but not really nonviolent,
atrophy?
Degenerating entropy?
of a human child's boundless curiosity,
enthusiastic health,
win/win wellbeing
panentheistic luminosity.
"Virginia...
will do everything in her power
to avenge the brave people
she lost."
Is the only important difference
between brave patriotic people
and innocent victims of autocracy
a sacred v democratic division?
between anxious war
sacredly declared
and every shopping day
peace deal making
between secularized
competing consumer commodifying diplomats
Perpetually undeclaring
rights of conscientious
personal bodies
to remain innocent
of ballistic
nihilistic
trauma producing
and stress consuming intent.
Is hero-worship the only moral distinction
between society's righteous reactionary revenge
and personal power's need,
want,
self-righteous entitled greed
to avenge?
"Virginia knows,
now more than ever,
that failure is not an option."
A lot of pressure
stress
fear
anger
internal oppression
when mortality
and disempowering defeat
and disabling wounds
physical and mental,
natural and spiritual,
are not an option
When power is a weapon
wielded over OtherTribes
and cannot be a tool
kindly and carefully offered
without Othering.
Like seeing
with win/win restorative lenses
in old win/lose traumatized
Business As Usual
anthrosupremacist frames
For spying how exhausted I am
by silently witnessing
uncivil
anthro-war stories.
Voices of the silent whispers echo deeply disturbing fact
debates hold principle those with brains tear down structures
human rights ignored opening up a can of worms within morals
where truth is hidden away questions agenda
envelope of forgotten yesterdays sealed fate
Honour amongst thieves new world order social control
handshakes grasp secret societies revealing dark shades
cover ups underneath the veil careless actions endanger security
desert storm powered by the central bank hidden secrets leak oil
Where the so called elite are born without sin lawless diamonds
with their silver spoons attached empty vessels without moral right
classifies perfection untouchable agents of death
In the heart of a free man looking at the system
creating slavery cutting wages spying imprisoning freedom of choice
Applying pressure drones killing families
within a cloud of dust or inside evidence to support such horror actions
criminal murderers sitting in their offices should be banged to rights
leaving no place for hope or a just democracy strikes issues flawed
To fatten their purses behind the revolving doors open guess
Suffering begins with espionage
loveless pride exposing sheltered acts
dragging your heals security council protecting the vulnerable's need
instead liberal intelligence with your reductions clearly speak volumes
threatening the poorer field positions you without care
Royalty who profit from others pain hidden agendas lie
conspiracy theories can carry truth to the button
because something is hidden away under dressing why
we ask ourselves those not brainwashed
dirty arms deals laundering ill got money gains
The heads of states
they are clearly breaking the law
justice is so corrupt fact
every Joe soap knows
they only give us the partial truth
optic nerve cell centre brings up a live wire
They do not give a rats ****
who use uranium tipped enriched missals
poisoning the earth's crust stringing us along as peace keepers
arming terrorists is an act of war against peace makers
countless innocent have died at the hands of murderers
the High Honor
"boulé de tout fort"
or
"le coq d'une fort"
Early chemists hoped to turn abundant lead into precious gold. But differences in proton number between the elements (82 for lead and 79 for gold) made that impossible by chemical means.Leocadio Isidro Fidencio Eulalio.(Capsicum chinense) and milk goes hand in hand.(Solanaceae), a seriously heated discussion: she compared the heat of smelting to the heat of the peppers.
Only minuscule amounts of gold: the processes are expensive! Maybe there’d be a ghost sighting. Doubtful one spoke. They hide gold here in the 1800's. People dressed up like ghost to scare people away. Even the Native's and Spanish settlers used these practices to keep people away while they were looking for the lost gold treasures. They tried to get me to think this long name was one person but I believe this is four people. Four Knumbskulls out in my garden taking my peppers and messing around with my uninspiring wife. This or should I say these jerks were talking about turning lead into gold.why did they include the peppers? We don't know. Atom Smashing at light speed. These were discussed using words to inspire. They lacked understanding to many listening.Methods of subterfuge. They used movie tactics with special effects to create a real life like erriness.
Specters meant to frighten the locals from venturing out at night. I called for pizza and they said we don't deliver there anymore. Two weeks later were that pizza man: they changed the story or they tryna fool me! I heard they tried to fool the locals by wearing those invisible cloaking gowns. The guy would be in the box trucks. They put micro phones in the rocks. They used scarey music to sound like something scary. “Applying this technology to clothing could make an individual effectively ‘invisible": said the Professor. who seemed over eagerly involved.And of course they used "the theremin". to scare the devish-meaness outta people. "I want the gold for my selfish self" we heard them agree to this! Said the Folk that were spying on these people.
You sit there year after year looking at me as if you don’t care, you sit there picking your nose and smelling your polished toes, time is on your hand and you have got to leave that man, the whole relationship was a scam and you already got what you want.
The sun is grinding in your face and the cicadas are running all over the place, listen! They are all around and are sitting on your kitchen table.
You sit there as if you don’t care, unconcerned of what is transpiring around you, see them crawling on the garage wall moving in a straight line, and are getting ready to start a brawl. The whole place is infested with them and they are scattered in your bed, they are everywhere, why you don’t try to get rid of them.
My heart is burden down with care and you are spying on me over here, my lips are dry and there is no color in the sky, it is time to make a move before the crickets start to sing, the cicadas and the crickets have nothing in common but you have to embrace that strange rhythm when it begins.
Look deep between the lines and you see what is mine; use a pointed tool and clean out the rust and blow away the dust and you will see the inscription with your eyes and you will learn how the magpie died.
It happened more than a century ago when mankind lost touch with the heart of human dignity and prey upon the human flesh and suffocate the young infant to death; thousand of them were lost in the storm when the boat sank in the Mediterranean and the relics float on top of the sea and the sun burns mankind’s dignity.
Summer is climbing up the trees with strong arms pitching their tents in the air as destiny draws near; a stagnant smell is coming from the pit and the birds are rolling in it and the breeze is spreading the scent abroad.
Why don’t you ever leave the house, it’s time to get up and go out, you have planted yourself in that place and you have caused confusion all over the place.
Look at the snake in the ceiling and the line that sits on the vine, your vineyard is loaded with grapes and the Egyptian cobra is crawling all over the place.
Move!