Within the Temple Mount
Beneath the Temple
Hewn from the living rock
And lined with lead
Within the chamber
Enclosed waiting
His dark thoughts
Spread outward
Ever outward
Infecting the minds of those
Who walk about beneath the sun
The Man of God brought him
Trapped within the golden box
Across the desert to this place
And chained him there
Sealed in lead and stone
To await the final moment
When all will be made clear
And the Key will be found
To release the chains
Which bind us
To our illusions
Monday, May 17, 2021
The Leaden Box
Gazelle
Thou art like a Gazelle
Standing in the cool dawn
Moon and Sun lit
Between Stars
And Earth
A diadem
Upon thy head
Awaiting the morning breeze
Which greets the rising of the sun
And breathes life into the land
Her kiss
Which bring thee rest and peace
Before thou needst seek shade
Neath the olive or the tamarisk
Grey and Green
For the Sun shall over thee
Light like unto molten gold
Pour its weight and heat
And burden thee with the fruit
Of knowledge.
Oh my sweet
Let us rest
and think not on these things
Rather
Like cool waters
let us flow
The one ‘gainst the other
Out of time
for the Cycle of Heaven
shall not be gainsaid
Nor will the nights darkness
wait for us
But you shall be a Doe
And I a Stag
And Heaven await us
Who shall rest in the shade
Beneath the Vault of Heaven.
I Find Myself
I find myself waiting
Sometimes I lose my self
It is like
A pendulum
A plumb bob
Newton's apple
There is
That moment
Just
Before
The pawl releases
The wheel moves forward
One tooth
And then another
Rocking like a child
On her toy horse
The sand above
stretches
To the horizon
Zenith darkness
Nadir darkness
And in between
Where it falls
Grain by grain
Is Darkness
In The City are many streets
Lined with structures
Buildings if you will
Buildings if you won’t
Faces to the streets
Backs to
Well, whatever it is their backs are to.
Buildings filled with emptiness
Buildings filled with space
Buildings filled with stars
Buildings filled with the space between the stars
And there is the Street of Books
Books are the Key
The One Key is in The One Book
Eldest placed it there
Thinking it the safest place
And you know how it is
When you put something somewhere safe
Somewhere you will remember
So you can find it when you need it.
Friday, July 10, 2020
Saltation
To die
To sleep
To sleep
Perchance to dream
Aye, there’s the rub
For in that sleep of death
What dreams may come
What if the light
Were actually darkness
And the darkness
Light?
Say God were sleeping
And sleeping
dreamt
A dream
Or say that God were sleeping
And one of his children made a mischief
Say God and his Asherah
Dream together
And while they dream
Entwined
One child were to play
Perhaps
A dark game?
The Squire of Gothos writ large
Say the wind
That blows across the Dark Plain
Lifts now this grain of sand
And then
That grain of sand
Sends it in saltation
Randomly striking
Now this grain
Then that
Shall then not a pattern arise
And from the random dance
Order appear
How odd
How futile is the Darkness
How pointless the Light
To sleep
To sleep
Perchance to dream
Aye, there’s the rub
For in that sleep of death
What dreams may come
What if the light
Were actually darkness
And the darkness
Light?
Say God were sleeping
And sleeping
dreamt
A dream
Or say that God were sleeping
And one of his children made a mischief
Say God and his Asherah
Dream together
And while they dream
Entwined
One child were to play
Perhaps
A dark game?
The Squire of Gothos writ large
Say the wind
That blows across the Dark Plain
Lifts now this grain of sand
And then
That grain of sand
Sends it in saltation
Randomly striking
Now this grain
Then that
Shall then not a pattern arise
And from the random dance
Order appear
How odd
How futile is the Darkness
How pointless the Light
Death has its own smell
Death has its own smell
Once experienced never forgotten
Putrescine
Cadaverine
Apt names
How long do you think?
Long enough to start stinking.
Given the heat that wouldn’t be too long.
Yeah, maybe not even a day.
Not more that three. But that’s just a guess.
You see the Cat?
No
Maybe he beat us to this one?
I don’t think so
Why’s that?
No finger or handprint that I can see.
Huh. Right. I forgot. Unless it’s somewhere we can’t see?
I don’ t know, so far it’s always been on the left side of the face.
So we know he’s right handed
Most likely.
Huh.
The Coroner will tell us if there are marks anywhere else.
What the fuck is this guy after?
Wish I knew.
Once experienced never forgotten
Putrescine
Cadaverine
Apt names
How long do you think?
Long enough to start stinking.
Given the heat that wouldn’t be too long.
Yeah, maybe not even a day.
Not more that three. But that’s just a guess.
You see the Cat?
No
Maybe he beat us to this one?
I don’t think so
Why’s that?
No finger or handprint that I can see.
Huh. Right. I forgot. Unless it’s somewhere we can’t see?
I don’ t know, so far it’s always been on the left side of the face.
So we know he’s right handed
Most likely.
Huh.
The Coroner will tell us if there are marks anywhere else.
What the fuck is this guy after?
Wish I knew.
Saturday, May 23, 2020
Twelve
“Wada ya know?”
“Not much.”
“Same. I’ll tell ya something.”
“What?”
“We got a serial killer here.”
“Yeah.”
“A really fucked up serial killer.”
“No shit. They’re all fucked up. But this one ….”
“Ya know. It ain’t unusual for a killer to collect souvenirs from victims….”
“I know, but eyes?”
“Yeah. That's really fucked up”
“The M.E. can’t figure how he does it.”
“What was it, looks like cautery?”
“Yeah.”
“This guy is getting to me.”
“No shit. Welcome to the club.”
“I mean I’m having dreams about this shit.”
“You might wanna talk to the Shrink.”
“I don’t know, I might.”
“I had this dream that there were twelve people who… who…”
“Yeah? Twelve who what?”
“I don’t know. I keep waking up.”
“Huh. Twelve right?”
”Yeah. Twelve, somehow the number twelve’s very important.”
“Twelve?”
“Twelve.”
“Not much.”
“Same. I’ll tell ya something.”
“What?”
“We got a serial killer here.”
“Yeah.”
“A really fucked up serial killer.”
“No shit. They’re all fucked up. But this one ….”
“Ya know. It ain’t unusual for a killer to collect souvenirs from victims….”
“I know, but eyes?”
“Yeah. That's really fucked up”
“The M.E. can’t figure how he does it.”
“What was it, looks like cautery?”
“Yeah.”
“This guy is getting to me.”
“No shit. Welcome to the club.”
“I mean I’m having dreams about this shit.”
“You might wanna talk to the Shrink.”
“I don’t know, I might.”
“I had this dream that there were twelve people who… who…”
“Yeah? Twelve who what?”
“I don’t know. I keep waking up.”
“Huh. Twelve right?”
”Yeah. Twelve, somehow the number twelve’s very important.”
“Twelve?”
“Twelve.”
Adversary
The lightning struck tower
The lightning struck tower
Bodies falling like leaves
From Autumn ripened trees
From parapets
From ledges
From crenels
From merlons
Stone on stone
The Ashlar stones so beautiful
Beneath the morning sun
Carved from the bones of the earth
There shall be no iron tools used
To shape The Temple
Nor shall the sound of iron tools
Be heard within the boundary of
The City of God.
How odd that I
The Servant of God
Should somehow become
The Enemy thereof
Oh Man
Oh Folly
Tis the same thing
Would that you could listen
Still your wagging tongue
For but one moment
SHUT UP
And listen
But no
One who knows
Can split stone with water
and wood
Think on that
The lightning struck tower
Bodies falling like leaves
From Autumn ripened trees
From parapets
From ledges
From crenels
From merlons
Stone on stone
The Ashlar stones so beautiful
Beneath the morning sun
Carved from the bones of the earth
There shall be no iron tools used
To shape The Temple
Nor shall the sound of iron tools
Be heard within the boundary of
The City of God.
How odd that I
The Servant of God
Should somehow become
The Enemy thereof
Oh Man
Oh Folly
Tis the same thing
Would that you could listen
Still your wagging tongue
For but one moment
SHUT UP
And listen
But no
One who knows
Can split stone with water
and wood
Think on that
Tuesday, May 19, 2020
Theodicy
Ancient
Aged
The sky sepia
The wind thin, cutting,
blowing through
Instead of around
Oh time
There on the Great Bridge
The Dark City spreads before them
Empty streets
Empty buildings
Empty windows
Empty eyes
Watching
Somewhere out there
is The Street of Books
The Great Library
The Keeper of The Key
Behind blind panes
Pains
Shelf upon shelf
Row upon row
Spine after spine
Folio
Duo
Quarto
Octavo
Dry and dusty
Like the Great City
The Wind
The Darkness
Her eyes are flaming
When she speaks
Her breath glows like embers
Flying
Sparks from the fire
Of the house where Eldest sleeps
“Who is Anti Christ?”
“Who is not?”
The wind sighs and whispers about them
The Bridge
The City
There is the sound of great hammers pounding
Upon heavy anvils
Far away
Far below
Forging the links of the endless chain
The binding
“There is a problem when you have but one god, who is all good.”
“What is that?”
“The need for a Theodicy.”
“Theodicy?”
“If god is all good, how do you explain evil.”
“Free will.”
“Doesn’t work. No matter what you do, all evil returns to gods door, ultimately god must be responsible.”
“And?”
“In dualist thought there is no need for a theodicy.”
“Dualist?”
“A system where there are two opposed forces, good, and evil.”
“Separate?”
“Yes.”
“So god can be all good. Not responsible for the evil in the world.”
“Yes.”
“And The Other?”
“Is solely responsible for evil.’
“People can choose freely?”
“Yes.”
Her cloak moves in the wind
like the wings of a raptor
circling high
Eyes of flame
watching the ground below
for any sign of prey.
She closes her eyes
slowly
Turns her head
Opens them again
To gaze directly into his eyes
Her words float like embers
On the dark wind.
“Then there can be no certainty that good will win.”
"Yes."
Aged
The sky sepia
The wind thin, cutting,
blowing through
Instead of around
Oh time
There on the Great Bridge
The Dark City spreads before them
Empty streets
Empty buildings
Empty windows
Empty eyes
Watching
Somewhere out there
is The Street of Books
The Great Library
The Keeper of The Key
Behind blind panes
Pains
Shelf upon shelf
Row upon row
Spine after spine
Folio
Duo
Quarto
Octavo
Dry and dusty
Like the Great City
The Wind
The Darkness
Her eyes are flaming
When she speaks
Her breath glows like embers
Flying
Sparks from the fire
Of the house where Eldest sleeps
“Who is Anti Christ?”
“Who is not?”
The wind sighs and whispers about them
The Bridge
The City
There is the sound of great hammers pounding
Upon heavy anvils
Far away
Far below
Forging the links of the endless chain
The binding
“There is a problem when you have but one god, who is all good.”
“What is that?”
“The need for a Theodicy.”
“Theodicy?”
“If god is all good, how do you explain evil.”
“Free will.”
“Doesn’t work. No matter what you do, all evil returns to gods door, ultimately god must be responsible.”
“And?”
“In dualist thought there is no need for a theodicy.”
“Dualist?”
“A system where there are two opposed forces, good, and evil.”
“Separate?”
“Yes.”
“So god can be all good. Not responsible for the evil in the world.”
“Yes.”
“And The Other?”
“Is solely responsible for evil.’
“People can choose freely?”
“Yes.”
Her cloak moves in the wind
like the wings of a raptor
circling high
Eyes of flame
watching the ground below
for any sign of prey.
She closes her eyes
slowly
Turns her head
Opens them again
To gaze directly into his eyes
Her words float like embers
On the dark wind.
“Then there can be no certainty that good will win.”
"Yes."
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Legion
Our name is Legion
for we are many
Spinning like a top
or the world
running down
Down
Down
Radiating away
all our goodness
Shining in the dark
Beneath The Temple
is a chamber walled with lead
Within which dwells
The Raging Darkness
Bound by chains of word
Spells If you will
Incantations
Enchantments
Chains wrought of air
and thought
Brehmstrahlung
When we move curving
towards the good
We radiate into The Darkness
Giving our light
to the Abyss
She is the Great Sea
She is the water of life
She is waves breaking
on the cliffs of death
Granite rocks
Black basalt
Dikes and sills
In the crack
An Iris blooms
Let us say
She was torn asunder
And from her was made
All that is
From whom was made
All that is not?
If you drive us from here
Will we not move there?
If we are driven from there
Will we not return here?
Truly
What is made
Cannot be unmade
What is done
Cannot be undone
The world is not a bed
Nor dirty dishes
To lather rinse repeat
Our name is Legion
For we are many.
for we are many
Spinning like a top
or the world
running down
Down
Down
Radiating away
all our goodness
Shining in the dark
Beneath The Temple
is a chamber walled with lead
Within which dwells
The Raging Darkness
Bound by chains of word
Spells If you will
Incantations
Enchantments
Chains wrought of air
and thought
Brehmstrahlung
When we move curving
towards the good
We radiate into The Darkness
Giving our light
to the Abyss
She is the Great Sea
She is the water of life
She is waves breaking
on the cliffs of death
Granite rocks
Black basalt
Dikes and sills
In the crack
An Iris blooms
Let us say
She was torn asunder
And from her was made
All that is
From whom was made
All that is not?
If you drive us from here
Will we not move there?
If we are driven from there
Will we not return here?
Truly
What is made
Cannot be unmade
What is done
Cannot be undone
The world is not a bed
Nor dirty dishes
To lather rinse repeat
Our name is Legion
For we are many.
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Jerusalem
In the eternal twilight, looking out across The Dark City, the ceaseless voice of The Wind of Emptiness rolls across the Eternal Plain.
What is it about Jerusalem?
Jerusalem?
Jerusalem.
What about it?
What good comes from there?
I don't understand.
What good comes from there? What good has ever come from Jerusalem? It's as if the City itself drives men mad. Thousands of years of fighting over that damn Temple on the Rock.
It's a Holy Place.
What the hell does that mean? It was where animals were slaughtered as offerings to YHWH. Blood poured out, spattered on the horns of the Altar. Blood and burnt fat.
YHWH loves his blood and burned fat... Haven't you ever thought about it? How Jerusalem must have smelled? Burning flesh, all day and night? And what about all the blood? There's a lot of blood in an Ox, or a Sheep, a Lamb. Where did all the blood go?
Silence
I don't get it.
Why did the Babylonians destroy the Temple, the Romans... What was it about the Temple? Did they fear the Temple? or did they not understand the Temple?
I don't know. From a political point of view it would destroy a sense of national identity. and that makes sense. But if they didn't understand the purpose of the Temple, I mean the Romans tried to... manage... the Temple, to control whatever it was about the Temple that seemed to make the Jews so difficult to deal with.
And they failed.
Yes, failed totally, diaspora and destruction of the Temple was their final solution because they didn't know what they were doing. And because the thing is still there...
What thing, what the hell are you talking about?
Hell... Yes... that's it exactly. Here we are, 2,000 years later, 2,000 fucking years, fighting over this rock, wanting to rebuild the Temple. Hoping, believing, that if they build a New Temple YHWH will finally keep his promises. But maybe that's not it at all.
People claiming religions of peace ready and able to slaughter each other for... over this... this... what is it about Jerusalem? It's as if some dark force was captured there, and has infected the entire world.
Wind and Dust
Sometimes I wonder...
Yes?
What if the Jews were, I don't know, Jailers? Keepers?
What?
What if they were protecting us. All of us? What if they had captured... something. Found a way to bottle it up. Keep it occupied. Prevent it from doing what it wanted to do. Trapped it in the Ark. What if, Moses and Aaron caught it, there in Egypt, and took it somewhere they thought would be safe? Away from where most people lived.
I think you have finally lost it.
No. Hear me out. Why is the Temple where it is? Why is the shape so important? Why be so obsessed with who and what is permitted inside the perimeter? What if ONLY the High Priest knew what it was really all about? And he could only pass that knowledge on to someone with the right training, the right bloodline?
I still don't understand why...
Control. As long as the Temple stands and the perimeter is guarded they could control it. The sacrifices, the Gates, it was all designed to keep YHWH occupied, to keep him IN.
Hence all the fighting over who had the right to be a, to be the High Priest?
Exactly
And why several factions wanted to city to be inhabited solely by Priests?
Yes.
And when the Romans appointed the High Priests for political purposes?
Yes
It fucked everything up
Yes. They had NO IDEA what they were doing.
And then the War and the siege and destruction of Jerusalem....
They may have killed the only man who KNEW. I don't think YHWH could... can... escape... but he could, can... his thoughts can spread....
So why...
Do the Jews suffer so much?
Revenge.
What is it about Jerusalem?
Jerusalem?
Jerusalem.
What about it?
What good comes from there?
I don't understand.
What good comes from there? What good has ever come from Jerusalem? It's as if the City itself drives men mad. Thousands of years of fighting over that damn Temple on the Rock.
It's a Holy Place.
What the hell does that mean? It was where animals were slaughtered as offerings to YHWH. Blood poured out, spattered on the horns of the Altar. Blood and burnt fat.
YHWH loves his blood and burned fat... Haven't you ever thought about it? How Jerusalem must have smelled? Burning flesh, all day and night? And what about all the blood? There's a lot of blood in an Ox, or a Sheep, a Lamb. Where did all the blood go?
Silence
I don't get it.
Why did the Babylonians destroy the Temple, the Romans... What was it about the Temple? Did they fear the Temple? or did they not understand the Temple?
I don't know. From a political point of view it would destroy a sense of national identity. and that makes sense. But if they didn't understand the purpose of the Temple, I mean the Romans tried to... manage... the Temple, to control whatever it was about the Temple that seemed to make the Jews so difficult to deal with.
And they failed.
Yes, failed totally, diaspora and destruction of the Temple was their final solution because they didn't know what they were doing. And because the thing is still there...
What thing, what the hell are you talking about?
Hell... Yes... that's it exactly. Here we are, 2,000 years later, 2,000 fucking years, fighting over this rock, wanting to rebuild the Temple. Hoping, believing, that if they build a New Temple YHWH will finally keep his promises. But maybe that's not it at all.
People claiming religions of peace ready and able to slaughter each other for... over this... this... what is it about Jerusalem? It's as if some dark force was captured there, and has infected the entire world.
Wind and Dust
Sometimes I wonder...
Yes?
What if the Jews were, I don't know, Jailers? Keepers?
What?
What if they were protecting us. All of us? What if they had captured... something. Found a way to bottle it up. Keep it occupied. Prevent it from doing what it wanted to do. Trapped it in the Ark. What if, Moses and Aaron caught it, there in Egypt, and took it somewhere they thought would be safe? Away from where most people lived.
I think you have finally lost it.
No. Hear me out. Why is the Temple where it is? Why is the shape so important? Why be so obsessed with who and what is permitted inside the perimeter? What if ONLY the High Priest knew what it was really all about? And he could only pass that knowledge on to someone with the right training, the right bloodline?
I still don't understand why...
Control. As long as the Temple stands and the perimeter is guarded they could control it. The sacrifices, the Gates, it was all designed to keep YHWH occupied, to keep him IN.
Hence all the fighting over who had the right to be a, to be the High Priest?
Exactly
And why several factions wanted to city to be inhabited solely by Priests?
Yes.
And when the Romans appointed the High Priests for political purposes?
Yes
It fucked everything up
Yes. They had NO IDEA what they were doing.
And then the War and the siege and destruction of Jerusalem....
They may have killed the only man who KNEW. I don't think YHWH could... can... escape... but he could, can... his thoughts can spread....
So why...
Do the Jews suffer so much?
Revenge.
Friday, April 19, 2019
Within the Hall
Eldest sleeps
within the Hall
within the Hall
dreams there
waiting.
At his feet
waiting.
At his feet
eternal,
burns first fire
burns first fire
embers
spark bright
spark bright
light the dawn,
bring forth
each day
bring forth
each day
new life.
Saturday, May 13, 2017
Silence, and The Wind.
It never rains here
Never?
Never.
Never is a very long time.
Here? Yes and No.
If there's no water, then there's no life here?
We're here.
I don't know about you, but I'm still not certain I'm not dead and this is Hell or Purgatory or Limbo.
I thought they got rid of Purgatory and Limbo.
No. They just expanded the Pales of Hope.
Ah.
Silence, and the wind.
The water is the life.
No, the blood is the life.
Yes. But blood is mostly water.
But flesh with the life thereof, which is the blood thereof, shall ye not eat.
Genesis?
And Deuteronomy... The New Testament. Old YHWH has a thing about blood.
silence, and the wind.
If there's no water, what do we drink?
We don't.
If we get thirsty?
Doesn't happen.
Hungry?
Not here.
So, we appear to have bodies, but we don't really have bodies?
Good question.
Silence, and the wind.
Huh. It moves doesn't it?
What?
The Cathedral, Temple, whatever the hell it is. It moves.
I'm not sure if it moves, or if it's the one fixed point here, and The City moves around it.
And the Bridge?
It... is....
Silence, and the wind.
I lost my watch somewhere.
No. Time doesn't... I... You can't bring a watch here, I tried, nothing that measures time. Was it a wristwatch?
Yes.
You'll have it when you go back.
You're sure I'll go back.
Yes.
What am I supposed to do then?
I don't know.
Silence, and
The Wind.
Never?
Never.
Never is a very long time.
Here? Yes and No.
If there's no water, then there's no life here?
We're here.
I don't know about you, but I'm still not certain I'm not dead and this is Hell or Purgatory or Limbo.
I thought they got rid of Purgatory and Limbo.
No. They just expanded the Pales of Hope.
Ah.
Silence, and the wind.
The water is the life.
No, the blood is the life.
Yes. But blood is mostly water.
But flesh with the life thereof, which is the blood thereof, shall ye not eat.
Genesis?
And Deuteronomy... The New Testament. Old YHWH has a thing about blood.
silence, and the wind.
If there's no water, what do we drink?
We don't.
If we get thirsty?
Doesn't happen.
Hungry?
Not here.
So, we appear to have bodies, but we don't really have bodies?
Good question.
Silence, and the wind.
Huh. It moves doesn't it?
What?
The Cathedral, Temple, whatever the hell it is. It moves.
I'm not sure if it moves, or if it's the one fixed point here, and The City moves around it.
And the Bridge?
It... is....
Silence, and the wind.
I lost my watch somewhere.
No. Time doesn't... I... You can't bring a watch here, I tried, nothing that measures time. Was it a wristwatch?
Yes.
You'll have it when you go back.
You're sure I'll go back.
Yes.
What am I supposed to do then?
I don't know.
Silence, and
The Wind.
Friday, May 5, 2017
Number Six
Beat me here this time. She stiff?
Not yet.
We're gettin closer....
Dream on....
Huh. So... if I'm countin' right, this makes what... six?
Yeah, she's number six.
Six.
Got any idea how long ago.
Not long. Still warm, no rigor.
So just before sunrise.
Looks like it.
He doesn't seem to like the light.
Most of 'em don't.
Yeah, well this guy ain't like most of 'em no matter what way you look at it.
No shit.
You guys just document the scene and tag an bag her?
Pretty much.
Just to confirm, no eyes?
No eyes.
No other apparent trauma?
Nothin.
Huh.
You guys seen this before?
Yeah, that's why we're here. We're special.
I gathered. I wonder how he did it.
Did what?
Removed her eyes so clean, I mean look, no bruising, no lacerations or damage to the eyelids, no blood, no apparent damage at all to the orbits, usually when you get an eye gouged out it's a mess... but see? The sockets look clean, almost, I don't know, not cauterized, there's no evidence of heat... it's just... like they just disappeared, it's fucking weird.
No shit.
You doing the autopsy?
Nah, I'm not a pathologist,
Know who'll get this one?
Uh, whoever's on rotation for today, if they get to it.
Oh they'll get to it today. I'll guarantee that.
Uh... OK.
Tell ya what, I'm gonna follow these guys in and talk to whoever's in charge here.
Hah! That would be you.
True, true. Anyway, I want you to hang out here. Does she have the mark?
Not that I could see, but it might be under her clothes, won't know till they get her on the table. But I haven't seen anything.
If there's no mark that means our friend hasn't put in an appearance yet , so maybe you can keep an eye out for him while I get things moving officially.
Oh man, this call got me outta bed! I haven't had any breakfast yet.
Life's a bitch.
Then ya die.
Hungry, in your case.
I'll bring ya somethin when I come back. I shouldn't be too long.
Sausage Mcwhatever.
Those things'll kill ya, ya know.
Says the man who smokes cigars.
laughs
Coffee?
Coffee.
Ok guys. I'm following you, so don't be runnin any red lights, or I'm gonna be pissed.
No sir.
Hey, before we go I got another question.
Yeah?
Any 'a you guys seen a cat?
A cat?
Yeah, a white cat. Real pretty, kinda seems to glow.
Don't think so. Any of you see a cat?
Donnoh. I think I mighta seen something as we pulled up. But I wouldn't swear to it.
Who called it in?
It was a jogger found her.
You got info?
Yeah we got her name and a number. Who was it... Kowalski? yeah, she was the patrol officer, took her statement, she was pretty shook up. Probably won't be runnin on this trail again any time soon.
Good.
When you get my Bona Fides, I get that info from ya.
Won't ask for it now, since you don't know me from Adam. Cept of course for the Badge and the ID, but I could be anybody.
Uh, right.
'K, let's get this started. The sooner we catch this bastard the sooner we all go home.
Don't forget my coffee!
Not yet.
We're gettin closer....
Dream on....
Huh. So... if I'm countin' right, this makes what... six?
Yeah, she's number six.
Six.
Got any idea how long ago.
Not long. Still warm, no rigor.
So just before sunrise.
Looks like it.
He doesn't seem to like the light.
Most of 'em don't.
Yeah, well this guy ain't like most of 'em no matter what way you look at it.
No shit.
You guys just document the scene and tag an bag her?
Pretty much.
Just to confirm, no eyes?
No eyes.
No other apparent trauma?
Nothin.
Huh.
You guys seen this before?
Yeah, that's why we're here. We're special.
I gathered. I wonder how he did it.
Did what?
Removed her eyes so clean, I mean look, no bruising, no lacerations or damage to the eyelids, no blood, no apparent damage at all to the orbits, usually when you get an eye gouged out it's a mess... but see? The sockets look clean, almost, I don't know, not cauterized, there's no evidence of heat... it's just... like they just disappeared, it's fucking weird.
No shit.
You doing the autopsy?
Nah, I'm not a pathologist,
Know who'll get this one?
Uh, whoever's on rotation for today, if they get to it.
Oh they'll get to it today. I'll guarantee that.
Uh... OK.
Tell ya what, I'm gonna follow these guys in and talk to whoever's in charge here.
Hah! That would be you.
True, true. Anyway, I want you to hang out here. Does she have the mark?
Not that I could see, but it might be under her clothes, won't know till they get her on the table. But I haven't seen anything.
If there's no mark that means our friend hasn't put in an appearance yet , so maybe you can keep an eye out for him while I get things moving officially.
Oh man, this call got me outta bed! I haven't had any breakfast yet.
Life's a bitch.
Then ya die.
Hungry, in your case.
I'll bring ya somethin when I come back. I shouldn't be too long.
Sausage Mcwhatever.
Those things'll kill ya, ya know.
Says the man who smokes cigars.
laughs
Coffee?
Coffee.
Ok guys. I'm following you, so don't be runnin any red lights, or I'm gonna be pissed.
No sir.
Hey, before we go I got another question.
Yeah?
Any 'a you guys seen a cat?
A cat?
Yeah, a white cat. Real pretty, kinda seems to glow.
Don't think so. Any of you see a cat?
Donnoh. I think I mighta seen something as we pulled up. But I wouldn't swear to it.
Who called it in?
It was a jogger found her.
You got info?
Yeah we got her name and a number. Who was it... Kowalski? yeah, she was the patrol officer, took her statement, she was pretty shook up. Probably won't be runnin on this trail again any time soon.
Good.
When you get my Bona Fides, I get that info from ya.
Won't ask for it now, since you don't know me from Adam. Cept of course for the Badge and the ID, but I could be anybody.
Uh, right.
'K, let's get this started. The sooner we catch this bastard the sooner we all go home.
Don't forget my coffee!
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Sonnet 17: Proof
The fear within fears not the fear without
the confines of my thought, my thought unbounded
by certainty, corrodes beneath my doubt
the stone on which I thought my thought was founded.
The coursers coursing course my hare of thought
fast fleeing through green fields beneath a sun
which gives what is and also what is ought
an equal weight how'er the race is run.
"Upon this stone I build my church" He said.
Yet on shifting sands his rock was founded
and by his words was I uncertain led
to find myself by endless doubt surrounded.
The Pillars of The Temple weigh the roof
yet fear and doubt demand a better proof.
the confines of my thought, my thought unbounded
by certainty, corrodes beneath my doubt
the stone on which I thought my thought was founded.
The coursers coursing course my hare of thought
fast fleeing through green fields beneath a sun
which gives what is and also what is ought
an equal weight how'er the race is run.
"Upon this stone I build my church" He said.
Yet on shifting sands his rock was founded
and by his words was I uncertain led
to find myself by endless doubt surrounded.
The Pillars of The Temple weigh the roof
yet fear and doubt demand a better proof.
Sonnet 16: The Serpent
The Dark within its darkness found the light
which caged its shadow. Shadowed from the sun
behind the new moon, Darkness shining bright
behind the light beyond its shadows run
a Serpent is, who with a Lions face
outfaces those who in the mirror look,
brings forth from darkness and eternal space
the key within a key. Open The Book.
Thy ward is intricate, which turning locks,
and unlocks there a Door which has no name,
inside a cave within the burning rocks
above The City Dark, upon the plain.
The Eagle must The Serpent loose and find
the Key which gives new sight unto the blind
which caged its shadow. Shadowed from the sun
behind the new moon, Darkness shining bright
behind the light beyond its shadows run
a Serpent is, who with a Lions face
outfaces those who in the mirror look,
brings forth from darkness and eternal space
the key within a key. Open The Book.
Thy ward is intricate, which turning locks,
and unlocks there a Door which has no name,
inside a cave within the burning rocks
above The City Dark, upon the plain.
The Eagle must The Serpent loose and find
the Key which gives new sight unto the blind
Monday, March 2, 2015
The Four upon The Great Bridge
Four now stand upon the bridge
beneath the sky of umber
starless, moonless, cloudless
the thin wind which never stops
whistling about the piers and balusters
the rails and stones
the spire of the cathedral visible this time
sometimes it is not
The Seer, The Priest
The Eagle, The Dove
they would doubt the reality of their being
but for the grit of the railing beneath their hands
the feeling on their fingers and palms
like sandpaper
the sound of the grit beneath their feet
when they move
the cold wind caressing their faces
like the fingers of death
The Great Machine hammers away
far beneath The City
forging link by link
the great chain of darkness
they can hear the hammer falls in the air
they can feel the hammer falls in their feet
while in other chambers
lit by the glow of decay
sometimes green
sometimes blue
work the locksmiths
who bind the soul to the flesh
with keys whose wards are intricately cut
in forms fantastical
the lyric of death
The Seer (whose eyes are the eyes of man) sees the Face of the one who is coming
The Dove (who has not eyes but embers glowing) sees that which the Dark One sees
The Eagle (whose eyes are gold refined) sees that which lies hidden in the distance
The Priest, (whose eyes are filled with fire) burning sees through all deception
Thought and Memory circle above
riding the currents
of the cold brown wind
beneath the sky of umber
starless, moonless, cloudless
the thin wind which never stops
whistling about the piers and balusters
the rails and stones
the spire of the cathedral visible this time
sometimes it is not
The Seer, The Priest
The Eagle, The Dove
they would doubt the reality of their being
but for the grit of the railing beneath their hands
the feeling on their fingers and palms
like sandpaper
the sound of the grit beneath their feet
when they move
the cold wind caressing their faces
like the fingers of death
The Great Machine hammers away
far beneath The City
forging link by link
the great chain of darkness
they can hear the hammer falls in the air
they can feel the hammer falls in their feet
while in other chambers
lit by the glow of decay
sometimes green
sometimes blue
work the locksmiths
who bind the soul to the flesh
with keys whose wards are intricately cut
in forms fantastical
the lyric of death
The Seer (whose eyes are the eyes of man) sees the Face of the one who is coming
The Dove (who has not eyes but embers glowing) sees that which the Dark One sees
The Eagle (whose eyes are gold refined) sees that which lies hidden in the distance
The Priest, (whose eyes are filled with fire) burning sees through all deception
Thought and Memory circle above
riding the currents
of the cold brown wind
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Saul hated cats.
Saul hated cats, let the record show,
especially cats who were white as snow.
Saul was a small man, as his name states,
a man of petty thoughts, and also petty hates.
Saul heard a voice in the desert one day
as towards Damascus he made his way
to arrest some Jews, even though he had no warrant,
nor authority, nor leave, nor reason; so abhorrent
he found the Yeshuah movement that he would
lay them by the heels before the court if but he could!
"Oh Saul" he heard a voice -
he later thought it might be god -
"Why persecutest thou me?"
followed by a flash of blinding light
(which his fellow travelers saw and heard,
or perhaps did not, depending)
which laid him out cold
turning daytime into night,
his consciousness descending
into the void.
again, which may,
or may not,
have been observed
by all the others with him.
(depending on the story)
see acts or see epistles,
"let us generate confusion"
thought the authors
who wrote later,
neither omniscient
nor omnipresent.
(but then, who is?)
Reconstructed dialog
in the finest Roman fashion,
based on what they thought
he might have said
lying on his back
in that position.
Sigh....
Saul lay blind and deaf,
for three days? So they say.
perhaps more, or perhaps less,
what's it matter anyway?
And when he woke,
he then and there informed
all those who were about him
that Saul was henceforth
to be known as Paul!
And my lord were they astounded!
Remember how old yhwh drove Josiah into madness
that whispering voice that talks and talks and talks till one with gladness
would do anything the voice commands for just one moment of silence
even transmute the ideas of a lord of peace into a religion of violence.
Aeon after aeon the pleroma and sofia
wandered through the trackless desert
beneath a heaven starless
seeking to undo
(without Eldest knowing)
unreap an evil harvest,
undo an evil sowing.
Saul, he was a small man.
especially cats who were white as snow.
Saul was a small man, as his name states,
a man of petty thoughts, and also petty hates.
Saul heard a voice in the desert one day
as towards Damascus he made his way
to arrest some Jews, even though he had no warrant,
nor authority, nor leave, nor reason; so abhorrent
he found the Yeshuah movement that he would
lay them by the heels before the court if but he could!
"Oh Saul" he heard a voice -
he later thought it might be god -
"Why persecutest thou me?"
followed by a flash of blinding light
(which his fellow travelers saw and heard,
or perhaps did not, depending)
which laid him out cold
turning daytime into night,
his consciousness descending
into the void.
again, which may,
or may not,
have been observed
by all the others with him.
(depending on the story)
see acts or see epistles,
"let us generate confusion"
thought the authors
who wrote later,
neither omniscient
nor omnipresent.
(but then, who is?)
Reconstructed dialog
in the finest Roman fashion,
based on what they thought
he might have said
lying on his back
in that position.
Sigh....
Saul lay blind and deaf,
for three days? So they say.
perhaps more, or perhaps less,
what's it matter anyway?
And when he woke,
he then and there informed
all those who were about him
that Saul was henceforth
to be known as Paul!
And my lord were they astounded!
Remember how old yhwh drove Josiah into madness
that whispering voice that talks and talks and talks till one with gladness
would do anything the voice commands for just one moment of silence
even transmute the ideas of a lord of peace into a religion of violence.
Aeon after aeon the pleroma and sofia
wandered through the trackless desert
beneath a heaven starless
seeking to undo
(without Eldest knowing)
unreap an evil harvest,
undo an evil sowing.
Saul, he was a small man.
Friday, February 20, 2015
Humbaba
Humbaba,
he whose face is made
of entrails
lord of death
father of decay
who dwells within
the forest of the hills
beyond the rivers
above the plain
who feasted on the bodies
of the drowned
when the rivers
driven mad by the god
of water and thunder
wind and rain
the waters above
and the waters below
known to some as Enlil
and to others
by other names
overflowed their banks
drowned across the fields
dissolved the mud brick
houses of men
as if they were honey
in boiling water
swept before them
rafted bodies
in great piles
to rot under the sun
when the land dried
and the rivers
returned to their courses
as if nothing whatsoever
had happened
leaving only
piles of bones.
the ravens,
crows,
vultures
a festal day
the stench of sacrifice
rising to the heavens
Ut napishtim
Atra-hasis
who rode out the storm
warned by wise Enki
was granted immortality
whether in reward
or punishment
is hard to say.
There are many gods
some petty
some noble
some savage
like men
for men made the gods
in their image
as below
so above.
* * *
Don't look like nobody's home.
Door's unlocked.
Huh. That ain't good. Wonder if someone beat us here.
Phaugh! What is that smell!
Somethin very very dead. (pause) Ya can tie your handkerchief over yer nose an breath through yer mouth... but I never found it helps much. S'th reason most of th old school boys smoked cheap cigars. Nothin like a greasy 10 cent dago cheroot ta cover up the smell of a ripe one. (pause) you ain't gonna hurl on me are ya? You don't look so good.
No. I wouldn't want to contaminate a crime scene.
Yah, well, you sure as hell wouldn't be the first one ta do it...
Maybe I will take up smoking.
Good idea. Ya change yer mind, getcher ass outside or you'll never hear th' end of it.
Lights?
Lessee... nope, nothin, burned out, or powers off. Owes ConEd some money maybe.
Maybe.
he whose face is made
of entrails
lord of death
father of decay
who dwells within
the forest of the hills
beyond the rivers
above the plain
who feasted on the bodies
of the drowned
when the rivers
driven mad by the god
of water and thunder
wind and rain
the waters above
and the waters below
known to some as Enlil
and to others
by other names
overflowed their banks
drowned across the fields
dissolved the mud brick
houses of men
as if they were honey
in boiling water
swept before them
rafted bodies
in great piles
to rot under the sun
when the land dried
and the rivers
returned to their courses
as if nothing whatsoever
had happened
leaving only
piles of bones.
the ravens,
crows,
vultures
a festal day
the stench of sacrifice
rising to the heavens
Ut napishtim
Atra-hasis
who rode out the storm
warned by wise Enki
was granted immortality
whether in reward
or punishment
is hard to say.
There are many gods
some petty
some noble
some savage
like men
for men made the gods
in their image
as below
so above.
* * *
Don't look like nobody's home.
Door's unlocked.
Huh. That ain't good. Wonder if someone beat us here.
Phaugh! What is that smell!
Somethin very very dead. (pause) Ya can tie your handkerchief over yer nose an breath through yer mouth... but I never found it helps much. S'th reason most of th old school boys smoked cheap cigars. Nothin like a greasy 10 cent dago cheroot ta cover up the smell of a ripe one. (pause) you ain't gonna hurl on me are ya? You don't look so good.
No. I wouldn't want to contaminate a crime scene.
Yah, well, you sure as hell wouldn't be the first one ta do it...
Maybe I will take up smoking.
Good idea. Ya change yer mind, getcher ass outside or you'll never hear th' end of it.
Lights?
Lessee... nope, nothin, burned out, or powers off. Owes ConEd some money maybe.
Maybe.
Police tape
- Whatta we got?
red bricked vertical the alleys mouth,
upon the point where She awaited,
stands now there a Knight .
yellow gold the pennant stretches
wind animate, the barrier gate.
- We got one young female, maybe early twenties, deceased.
One male, looks around thirty, ID says thirty two. He's still breathin, but he's out cold.
The EMT's are working on him.
- No ID on the female?
- Nah. Haven't found nothin. Nothin in her pockets, and no purse found.
- Look like a sexual assault?
- Nah. They both got all their cloths on. Shit, his fly is still zipped.
- Robbery? Drug deal gone south.
- Nah. No bullet holes we can see, no casings. No reports a gunshots.
That don't mean shit tho.
I ain't seen nothin like it before.
How long you been on the Force?
Fifteen years.
Fifteen years... Shit. Yeah that's right... yeah, I know you, ah...
And you never seen anything like it before?
Shit.
So how bad is it? Lots'a pieces or what?
Nah, it's not, it's not like that. That's not it.
Set on fire? Burned? Shit, I hate it when they're burned.
Nah, can't be burned, it'd smell, I'd smell it.
Can't have been dead long, that'd smell too.
No, nah, it's not like... ya gotta see for yourself
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Then came there two men of law
Then came there two men of law
upright men, men of honor
who through a glass darkly
who through a glass darkly
see what lies before them.
The elder wears world weary
the mask of one slow of thought
behind which blade sharp
his cutting mind watches
collects truths contained in lies
pieces fact from falsehood
from shattered shards and slivers
the trummern of frangible truths
descended though he knows it not
from the seventh son of a seventh son
of an emigrant from
The Isle of the Wise
Which lay unmapped of man
in a cold northern sea
where men and women wise
studied the paths of thought
The elder wears world weary
the mask of one slow of thought
behind which blade sharp
his cutting mind watches
collects truths contained in lies
pieces fact from falsehood
from shattered shards and slivers
the trummern of frangible truths
descended though he knows it not
from the seventh son of a seventh son
of an emigrant from
The Isle of the Wise
Which lay unmapped of man
in a cold northern sea
where men and women wise
studied the paths of thought
Commanded as though by god
who speaking whispers their ear
disembodied his voice through
the air flying, fast as light
Calls, commands the time and place
where sun's light, warm shafted beams
fall upon forms one cold one still
deaths darkness brought to light
Nights concealing dark uncovering
shadows edge withdrawing slowly
the world spins the truths point
into the fragmented sight of men
The business of death the living
here undertake in documents
forms official, reports and writings
voices recording on chips of stone
The younger see with eyes
unjaundiced the framing form
of the corpses dis-eyed
before the rising light of day
can find them living
youth impatient fierce uncertain
where is the thread
to bind together
these shattered lives in pieces lying
cryptic on the ground before him
wonders when the wanderer
will show or if he has already
who speaking whispers their ear
disembodied his voice through
the air flying, fast as light
Calls, commands the time and place
where sun's light, warm shafted beams
fall upon forms one cold one still
deaths darkness brought to light
Nights concealing dark uncovering
shadows edge withdrawing slowly
the world spins the truths point
into the fragmented sight of men
The business of death the living
here undertake in documents
forms official, reports and writings
voices recording on chips of stone
The younger see with eyes
unjaundiced the framing form
of the corpses dis-eyed
before the rising light of day
can find them living
youth impatient fierce uncertain
where is the thread
to bind together
these shattered lives in pieces lying
cryptic on the ground before him
wonders when the wanderer
will show or if he has already
let the number sightless
in code A=A+1
increment go sub
where the file is not found
spy white the cat
who sits silent waiting
calling the other from
the city of dark shadows
from the bridge the city spanning
beneath the umber changeless sky
where they speak
the two who watch
called to the place of deaths dark dealing
where weights the corpse
by gravity pulled downward
into earths ancient arms enfolding
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