Medea’s New Moon
She keeps a locket in her pocket
She keeps a doorstep by her bell
She throws rainbows out in winter
She is a porpoise swimming through hell
Watch her surface into springtime
Watch her surface breath the wind
Watch her jump right into wilderness
Watch her dive down and continue to swim
Her best friend is a white beluga whale
Their playground is the devil’s chair
They don’t know that their daddies love them
That they pull his heart strings with the braids of their hair
But watch them turn now swimming in anger
Daddy’s eyes, Christ’s pain the devil’s chair
They hum a tune way way deep below all that
They hum a song that sees everything FAIR
Happy Happy Happy she is always happy
How does she do it with her constant smile
She must know that hell is only a dreamland
When she grows up she will love her daddy well
Happy Happy Happy she is always happy
Constant smile, constant spin, constant turning tail
Her orbit comes right from the galactic centre
And empties into earth’s little fishing pail
Watch her surface into springtime
Watch her surface breath the wind
Watch her grab the hand of the wilderness
Still holding on she dives down and continues to swim
Peace on earth Peace in our souls
Christ love, devil’s chair and daddy’s grin
The humming is heard in all our ears now
White beluga and the porpoise forever swim
On the edge of the ocean
My feet forget the sand
My skin feels not the wind
My mind hears not itself
I am invisible spirit
Yet the sea, she sees me still.
Across her wave forms my spirit flies
Entering darkness I knock on no doors
Yet a spark opens slightly and bursts into flame
That flashes through everything
And then lands in my heart
With my mind still within it
My skin still around it
And my feet still in its sand.
In solitude, the birdsong rings
A solemn place of special things
Of Manitou spirits on invisible wings.
Every day these legs walk around
I visit this cozy, wind-swept water town
And my energies bob, now up, now down
I eat quite a bit, so I’m never hungry
I sleep quite a bit, so I’m never tired
I day-dream quite a bit, so I’m never quite bored.
I’m ready, I’m willing, for the future, I’m wired
Open your cupboard, start throwing me what you’ve stored
I’ll grab stock by stalk, I’ll eat the whole load
And after you’ve shown me my life and my soul
I’ll haunt your holy places, right into the snow
Silly me, with the birdsong, right here and now, you blow.
Quietly, I feel a sunshine space
And though tears fall in the chamber of my heart
And my head is full of images of my lost love’s face
A crow flies by and tells me I am beautiful in the sight of God
Gift-giver, seed-bringer, web-master, life-liner
Shoulder me past anguish, lonliness, despondancy
Walking straight and tall, like a deer in the forest
My spirituality is self-contained
and it spreads effortlessly by Your guidance
Though tears oft’ fall in the chambers of the heart
And the head is full of images of lost love’s face
I feel a sunshine space.
A new mother now
Smother, brother, beaming brow
Bewitching, twitching, trying not to bitching
Holding, loosing, making rules.
Swathing, bathing, teaching how to shave things,
Morality a lesson-book, helping him to read.
Surety, I know he loves me,
The soul within that little seed
But still I question that same old song
Was it right for me to breed?
Warm wind waters
The soft ground down
Sun flower showers
Sun rays streaming
Wild flowers blowing
Mint, by the house side
Beckons trillion tea times
Zucchini hides from all those sunshines.
Strange beings buzzing
Gather honey, golden money
All the petals brighten
Heavy stems do bend.
Blue sky watches
As the garden gets big
As the earth worms dig
For harvest moon hands
As warm wind waters down
I face the future from the past
Locked in a nothing-filled now
Having forfeited hold of the reigns
I handed them over to an egg shell
I think: I am two of us, for the next twenty years.
As I squish his little home in the yogic plow
Surrounded by ghosts I choose to choose life
Though the path stretches lonely, though I bid ‘daddy’ farewell.
And all of these friends, family and foes
All think the same – they call me insane
“Who would do such a thing” – “she did it on purpose”
And I will laugh, my joy plain to see
I did it on purpose, I did it for me!
Uncertainty, fear, cut loose from conformity
Hurtling, an asteroid, burning through the spheres
And where will this pregnant rock have home?
Where will she suckle her reckless spirit?
Faith, remain faithful in the oneness of God
Though seeming a strange monster to all of these peers
This force upholds, thus shield makes me bold
This truth makes me smile, may I always remember it.
Walking on drying bones,
Listening to demons,
I remember the time
When I first heard her cry,
Was it in the Garden of Eden?
Or was it lifting the latch of the Pandora Box
I’m just so damn sick of this woman’s shame.
And this mother-fucking destruction of nature.
Just get a hold of yourself
Honour these seven things –
the North, the East
the West. The Earth, The Sky and beyond,
Little chunks of brain
Are strewn across this road
Pearls of wisdom each
Each a child
Hands let go
To tell the world
Their separate stories
Despite the fact
They are but one
In little Sentences
Cold Shudder quick,
A bulb flashes crashes
He is the King of Diamonds
He touches the corner of the four of hearts,
Companion to my Ace of Clubs
Housing the Ace of Hearts.
He is beyond the King of Clubs
The eight of spades guards
The fours keep time
Three of spades says change
Ten of spades end change
Here he lies, King of Diamonds,
I know him because I
am the Ace of Diamonds
and the question was
“Do I have a soul mate
Someone I love as much, as well as
I want to love myself?”
The question is answered
And the answer is yes
Only the three and the six of hearts separate us
Then he will be revealed.
I am walking on this round round road
It does not feel like I am going in circles
Trickling in rivulets
Down spine and arm
Glowing, catching sunlight
Crystal crystal shines bright
Turning in sedateness and happiness
O smile gently
‘pon my face.
Do slowly fetch
My kerchief, lace.
Sit idly by, hand in hand
In yonder field
And looking out tell me
Of thy only Father’s race.
Of women and men, tribes,
races, and kings
Let me sit by your hearth.
May you teach me to read
May we wander the ages
May you plant a seed
May our progeny prevail
In sinless good deeds
In honour of God
The Creator, the life-force, the judge
A Saviour in an hour of need
Sustaining force, a part
of our lives, Divine Love
pour from you eyes
as you look upon my face.
My Material Mind
We are all just
riding the gene pool
sifting in the molecules
dreaming through our accidents
rolling over time
Shape, the wind shifts
Energy becomes me
Nothingness is emptyness
Leaves turn to gold here in my mind
Coil surrounds me
It’s in me, it is me
Supper at midnight
May poison me blind
And now in my strickenness
My emptyness my nothingness
I find myself at last
I find myself kind
Strange, knowing this
The pupil is the spirit
And the iris is the mind.
And all within a water bowl
This me-ness is a shrine.
Achingly, a memory-face besieges
Prompted by another one’s touch
Leave me Juxtaposed ‘tween fake and real
Long lost past and needing now
A foreign feel, a hold so hard
Imaginings all blasted away
Immersed in the moment
I’m no longer burning in embers of shame
Freely, please take me
Chasing the shadows
In your blasting furnace
Recreate at least the glaze
This mold, this me remains
Your love is possessive
I don’t want to be possessed
You don’t want to talk to my face
You want to squish it into yours
I would rather speak than be squished.
You think you can program me
Like one of your machines
And you can.
You compare me to music
Romanticising, this happiness is
Plasticized and, unspoken,
Truth turns to stagnant air in
Dusty vials and jars
As our karma gets played out on
Telephone lines you slowly start to
Shrink away. Your eyes turn elsewhere,
Your heart grows new skin
My hair turns a sunset gold
And as I recede, you achieve,
Triumphantly, stare back at me
Don’t look for me
I’m not want you need
And I don’t think I can ever be
‘Cause I need me
And when I’m Us we’re We.
PROAGON TO EMELIA SEES:
Hymn to Demeter
Intelligently brilliant, she shone out like a beacon
A mainstream force, she created life,
A crowning ship, she withheld strife.
Her breath bore me to a holy place, her strife taught me to respect it.
She hears me now as I hymn her praise
She haunts me if I forsake it
It is for Our Mother that I compose, and I know it to be her.
A grain she sent me, a fairy to my mind, a seed of life that forms the clay of your seats tonight.
She brought me into this her planet, she allowed Wind and life-force to enter my lungs.
She liaughs at the rain.
It’s heaven feeding her, her brothers and sisters, her Husband, All Thundering Zeus.
In Dryness now, she cracks in pain
In heat we make her suffer.
With stupid acts we tear her flesh, and poison the wind,
Forgetting our humility,
For doomed are we to descend,
Or, only perhaps to rise up, if allowed, by an alternate reality
Which we deserve due to good deeds in this life.
Be warned, the gods do punish, and Hades is granted our flesh.
However, for some, an illusion doth appear, at death the life-force swirls,
The Mother comes to rest your skin, and grant you quiet repose.
Why do we forsake her now.
Have we forgotten how to laugh or mourn?
Have we forgotten thanks and reciprocity?
There is such a place as Harmonious Balance
May the Father of the Gods, Ouranous himself be pleased with us enough to smile.
And His son, Atlas, through Iapetus and Asia
Is rooted in to her His Grandmother, a pillar of strength,
Unless, we poison him with sulphuric rain.
We must stop Rooting into out Mother,
Like insects straining to return to Hell.
Straightening out the circle of life, we tear at the bridges between us and the heavens
Psychotically tipping disfavour to our side.
Draining her Blood so we can poison our Grandfather’s rain.
We truly mark the end of this Age of Kali
When children do forsake their parents, and the divine do have distaste for us.
May this cloud of ignorance fall to the ground of the earth as leaves do in the autumn.
Shed your ignorance, and allow her her restful peace in the winter months,
As she awaits the arrival of joy, flowering daughter, the ever faithful, and thoughtful Persephone.
Sit and enjoy, though the clay may be hard, feel free to get up and stretch, if need be,
The play comes in threes, but Eight she through the wheel she sees
And laughing, I greet her through the rain on the trees.
Farewell, dear Mother,
Great Ge, I honour thee.
who houses, I pray, my own mother’s bones,
I sing now, of Ge’s handmaid,
Emelia who, with wings, and big eyes, came to this earth, encased in a seed
Which the mother of us both bade the wind drop in my mind.
Flower, she has, let her fragrances surround you
Let her agonies disturb you
Let her Healings pursue you, Enjoy.
Hymn to Dionyseus
Sprinkle dazzle tisslw tasslw
Spinning twirol toed
Whirling, wingèd ode
Pin me to your jeweled robe
Gliding Eastwardly we home abode
On Earth we trode
The sparkling road
And broad, high banks
Strong waves on those walls, battered, Ne’er broke
Yet once she strode, in enormous rains of old, we’re told.
We came out of caves and lived by the sea.
A God was he, who learnèd me.
Dionysues, the God of Grapes, and his terrible Bacchae nymphs
Did feast in my vinery, caught in the bushes by my house,
And in awe did I cower in fear of them.
Yet the Nylein Zeus did prettily pity me.
He brought me no grapes of wrath
He did pass me some wine, and invite me to dine, and bade me
“Please, comfortably sit”
And sit I did, and dine with wine, and partake in most glorious design
The Bachae grew thin,
And the fires did brim with revel and high, trim tripplings of joy
Yet the marvel did dim
And the women grew grim
So I simply did turn, and say to him,
“My lord, My lord, have you any gin?”
He gave me a grin,
And he chucked my chin,
He taught me the art of the vine.
Muses, I thank thee this song.