1st council

In chains of thought he shall be bound
we shall forge each word a link
with the hammer of meaning 
will we join his bindings
we will constrain him with our words
which are our thoughts
so weld them 
the one 
to the other 
that they shall contain 
no weakness.
that he may not infect the mind
that he may not move freely
that he may not see deeply
that his hunger may not be sated
with the souls of the higher realm
contained within the flesh
of the lower realm
wherein the soul is tested 
and tempered
so say the aeons.

We must destroy the balance.

So we shall bind him
that the lower may not feed
on the higher.

We shall spin the thread arachne
we shall weave the web, 
we shall make the cloth whole
in which he shall be wrapped
bound
contained
that he may not see
that he may not hear
that he may not speak
that he may not be seen
that he may be
unbalanced.

The son of wisdom 
who is folly
has created the world 
of perversity
which is perfect
and claimed it as his own
over which he rules
in his delusion
demanding worship
of himself 
wholly unworthy

for that which is truly worthy of worship
will neither demand
nor accept it.

And that which is most worthy of worship
will refuse it.

For when he
lord of folly
attempted to split
the all
separate 
the light
from the dark
to create balance
he could not do it
instead
he himself was rent
wholly 
in two.

Tho he knows it not.

So he his brother
feeds upon his creation
mad Kronos
father of time
would divide the indivisible

The all 
which contains now these parts
is disturbed
the union constrained
the binding bound
and the thread tightens
disturbing the all.

the one is become two
which balance
and in balance is death
we must restore the divine
asymmetry 
and end perfection
for perfection is death

there is nothing more sterile
than that which is perfect

The eternal unchanging is
the eternal unliving

So we shall bind him
with words
with thoughts
made manifest
until we can restore
the imperfect asymmetry
and make the two
one.

we shall bind him.

sonnet 8

The City sleeps beneath a starless sky
whereon the moon has never writ a tale.
The dead undreaming, wake the dreaming eye,
to gaze upon the living face now pale
with fear. Shall shadows shadowed, black on black,
now cast sharp shapes upon a sleeping mind?
And dreamers dreaming, suddenly awake,
to see awake the visions of the blind?
Which fatal vision through the passing years,
brings forth in sound and fury, meaningless,
the ravings of one dreaming mad, who fears,
and crimes left uncommitted must confess.
who kneels before christ crucified and screams.
the waking world become the world of dreams.

sonnet 7

When, in the course of time spells growing weak
so loose the binding of the lord of night,
who stirs. While one eyed in the hall yet sleeps.
Shall thought and mem'ry from his throne take flight.
They, swift of wing,  across the sea of dreams.
They, pinioned black, nightwing between the stars,
(where nothing is as nothing often seems),
to wake again the sleeping god of war.
Who, sharp beaked bird of prey, of iron will,
with eye of gold and talon silver sharp,
dreams. Perched upon the world tree Yggdrasil.
She, queen of night, who rules the pearl starred dark.
Then will she wake, to hunt the one who sees,
guard guide the seer to seek the hidden key.

sonnet 6

When rosy fingered dawn does kiss the face,
the rigid hands, upraised as if in prayer,
as though, in their last moment, they sought grace,
redemption from a god who was not there.
who kneel in alleys dark, and empty rooms,
with eyeless sockets upraised to the sky,
where he found them, brought to them their doom,
left once warm living flesh now food for flies.
the light of the new day reveals the dark
work, of he, who is the king of fear.
upon each face he leaves his loving mark,
in the traces left by falling tears.
then bright sofia calls me to that place
to touch the dead and gaze upon his face.

sonnet 5

Ten thousand dreamships sail the sea of night,
from ten thousand quays which have no name,
sails full bellied shimmer the thin light
of hunters moon, and stars cold distant flame 
in constellations strange, which span the sky
in forms mysterious, unmapped of man,
whose spinning shifting shapes confuse the eye,
and deceive to different ends the dreamers plan.
the helmsman stands his watch throughout the night
and steers by wand'ring compass needles tip
as down the wind he charts his dreamships flight,
a lonely mind upon an empty ship.
the bird of prey flies o'er the wine dark sea
deciding that which will, or will not, be.

Light Bearer

Star Light
Star Bright
First Star I see tonight
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have the wish
I wish
tonight.

Two children on a hillside
evening
twilight
watch as lucifer falls
cast down
by the aeons
from the heavenly realm

Look! A falling star!

Make a wish!

Make a wish!

It was so bright!

So Bright!

Do you think they'll come true?

What?

Our wishes?

Maybe. I dunno.

What did you wish for?

You know I can't tell you that! or it won't come true!

Oh, right. I forgot.

But it's something really cool.

Mine too.

Lookit!

What?

See? It left a trail in the sky, see? Like a dark cloud.

Wow! I never seen anything like that before.

Me either.

It's kinda spooky.

Yeah.

Yeah.


Let's go back inside, it's gettin dark.

Yeah, an it's gettin kinda cold out.

Yeah, it's fall ya know.

Yeah, fall. What'r you gonna be for Halloween

I dunno, hadn't thought about it yet

I think I wanna be Spider Man.

Oh man, everybody's gonna be Spider Man.

Yeah. I guess. I don't know then. I want lotsa candy tho!

Yeah! Candy!

Yeah. It'll be winter soon.

Yeah. Winter. Do you think we'll get a lot of snow?

I hope so! Then we can get out of school!

Blizzards!

Blizzards! Yeah!

Let's go!

OK.

Maybe we can have hot chocolate!

Yeah! Hot chocolate!


Star Light
Star Bright
First Star 
I see tonight.
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have the wish 
I wish
tonight.

I will

Falling

I
am falling

It is here again,
somewhere
I feel it again
within the city again
hungry again
waiting, stalking, seeking
again

someone else
is going to die
tonight.

And I can't stop it.

No one can stop it.

They think I'm crazy now
some of them
they will lock me up
if they can find me
so I move
from place to place
waiting for her
to show me the way
to the newly dead

I don't know why

I call her Sofia now

I don't know why.

The white cat.
The white cat.

I had a job once
I remember
I was important

no
I thought
I was important

I was wrong

When
I was younger
I
used to read
stupid fantasy
sword and sorcery

stupid shit.

Heros
and princesses
and elves
and quests
and magic swords
and talking animals
and Mages
and Magic

Magick

and Chosen Ones

The Chosen One

Such simple books.
Such simple worlds.
Such simple choices.

Choice?

Who has a choice?
Who gets to choose?

Those he has taken,
did they have a choice?
did I have a choice?

What will happen
if
I choose
to
not
see
her
this
time?

I will ignore her.
I won't look.
I will close my eyes.
I will walk by.
I will...

I will...