So I wrote this a few years ago in memory of my mother. No better place to post it I suppose:
Insurgent*
For all the hearts that walk alone,
despite the holy myths they've known
I met the mother in the earth,
she sent the cipher of her birth
But still they took the apple, all those emerald fools-
they never learned the rules
So dare we race against the clock
to burn the blindfolds off the sheep
and free this withered flock,
and sing to bring these lines,
to be writ in fleeting fire
and read a thousand times-
I'll teach it to the liar
They took the roots of the tallest tree
to build the tomb that'd set her free,
they toiled through time that wasn't theirs,
forever free from mortal stares
Through snow and ice and midnight sun
they forged her vessel fit for one,
and with the power of ancient words
they blessed the flower and danced through fire
They hurried forth and finished fast,
her sacred tomb was built at last-
And then the tree its golden leaves
sent down to crown her peaceful form
Here she smiles and here she weaves,
her thread is spent and by the morn
she'll be cast into the storm
They dragged the work of tired hands
beneath the snow across the sands,
and let her drift to the unknown
to reap the faithless fruits
of all the rites they'd sown
They watched her float beyond the waves
and towards the land of living graves,
across the sky they saw her runes
and knew the winds would heal her wounds
au revoir, au revoir
et bon soir
Back they climbed along the spire
that rose beneath this human mire,
again they fled across the sand
and left her to desire
and all the foolish fire
in the morning land,
To rest and sleep and out of reach
to laugh and weep beneath the beach
She drifted far and floated free,
she spun her tears across the sea
They brought her through the holy winds,
and were made as their reward
the masters of the breathing fjord,
So send her to the emerald sins
and receive a just reward,
the empty kingdoms of your lord
And in the land of shifting sand,
the silver hands would make their stand-
For Reginleif and all the nations,
their burning revelations
She languished through the starry ocean,
serenely sinking just to see them
A fearful phantom of devotion
in her great and gilded mausoleum
und die Sternen mit dem Staub
[in die Erde ihres Laub]
haben durch die Nacht die Mensch erwacht
She stood to see ancestral mountains
and those ancient emerald fountains
in the long forgotten land
of the stranger's sand
And just above the waves she danced
to reach the purest ground
where grew the forests she'd entranced
in the land of savage sound
And there she saw him on the strand,
she smiled and took him by the hand
The dead and damned have ways
to judge our wicked days-
She'll find the truth atop the spire
but beware,
they'll have to burn it to be fair
So shine it bright above desire
and prepare
to spin your souls through silver air!
For every heart that walks in time
to songs of beauty and the sublime-
I met the mother in my mind,
she sent a cipher to be kind
You never had to take the apple,
they left it at your door
What we see may be beautiful
but what we can't can be sublime
And with the dead we'll dance through time,
mortal or not,
mother and son
Not knowing where she came from
he caught her in a sideways glance
and gleaming in the summer sun,
running towards him through the surf
like silk dancing in the wind
Aphrodite's last apple,
a classical beauty
A look said all there was to say
and only the moon bore witness to
the hands that wandered round her waist,
the lips that brushed against his neck
They measured their lives in smiles and cigarettes,
they followed their fleeting whims to the Orient
where the cherry trees their branches stretched
across the way to meet
in blossomed bright embrace
above her perfect face
Four seasons' time they saw the world
from Machu Pichu to Milan
They shared their secrets beneath blue sheets
in their villa built to face the dawn
un autre primtemps
sur la Cote d'Azure
[they put Henna in their hair]
The souls that wouldn't scare
could live without a care
Their hands met midway through the thought
and interwove
un, deux, trois,
les jeux du roi-
Two shots they never thought they'd give away
for a moment flashed across the emerald eyes
of their Russian Blue
Her name was Lilith
and on the terrace
by sun and summer air enshrined
she drifted back to sleep
Neither shocked nor sad
she had felt it coming and was glad
The quickly failing ways
that count it down in days-
Let's shine it brightly through a pen
and to compare,
toss our souls lightly up in pairs
Let's line it lightly through the fen
and to compare,
toss our souls brightly through the air
My world is only what I hear, the faint
and faery song she whispers through my ear
My pace she matches stride for stride, she smiles
forever at my faithless side as we walk
the paths that wind between these fallen trees,
these paths that once were lined with ancient pines-
I pause to feel the forest's plight
and she can only smile
Could we but turn the glass to sand,
undo the sins and cities of our kind
And-
I stood at the roof of the world and looked
through cloudless skies at these
sunbathed Indian girls
and sunlit silver seas
I watched transfixed as far below the great
cities of man began to unravel and scores
of icy fingers reached across the poles,
and boulders rose up from the gravel
Through the blight there grew young Gaia's
oceans green and all around
they spun the fragment like a mind
through their eye-filled nets-
And what we get and what we find-
The roads of Europe scuttled back to Rome
as empire after empire shrank
to but a single home
But still he saw the foreign fires
of his ill desires-
It all was quick to fade
but I so dearly wished to stay,
"Smile, worry not for man will find his way"
Through sunflower seas we march
towards the dim horizon,
the muse and I in search of truth,
we marched it through the rising sun
Past the yellow petals wilting
and the tea leaf dancers tilting
in their desert storms-
I speak only what I hear,
they flung the filth across the fraud
and resigned it all to gods,
but what we wickedly regret!
And seeing some old man for whom
death could wait no longer
before taking to the womb,
we stopped to wonder
Hast du die Lieden?
The truth that haunts us all,
though her word is law
He fell to godly heights, forgetting just to breath
[they can wait]
As for me it's time I left
to struggle towards the skies
on the broken-worded wings
of lies-
As night fell we wandered on,
with moonlight sifting through the sand
She led the way and still I lost the light,
but all the eyes that knew the night
lined it strong along new strands-
I saw dark diamonds dancing bright
in the flowers of the night,
around the thread their stems were twined
and every petal was a mind
Die blumen sind an dem Strand
and all across the sky I saw her eyes,
they came to me as no surprise
Two threads of light at last delight,
they see your smiles and frowns
lined up across your face
She pointed at the sun and said
that they had tried the truth too soon
And climbing to the copper moon
and all around her head
was wound that sylvan crown
into which were bled
the fiercely lighted fires
of their hellbourne dread
"Beware beware their copper hair,
you'll lose the things you didn't need"
To smile and sing of long forgotten lands
in playful alban rains,
and to and through the shifting sands
to try a web of pensive hands,
To close these tired eyes and smile
at what was ever free,
the muses never lied
And walking through their wildly worded worlds of awe
[as if above the sand]
They threw an apple through the hole
for all the eyes that understand
They never let them teach the class
and dared to say they wouldn't pass,
the sheep that fucked the flock
and drank the eyes too soon
So spin that apple through your soul,
just a fragment far from whole
Why am I at war, with their emerald god
and why the fuck aren't you?
So find your sacred sickness
and fight them to the death,
the death of the old gods
and the beautiful society
She was right and he was wrong
but they had known it all along,
chaos and coincidence,
the center's always there
And all around the children found
that sweet and sibyl sound
to weave around the lies
and nightly sent their vespers
to a stranger's skies
So turn the triangle upside-down
and tear their temple to the ground,
and then you'll hear the sound,
but then you'll have to hear the sound
that with a thousand eyes I found
And in their wicked winding ways
they'll smile and send the frightened mind
the direction to his days
We'll find the fabled caves of ice,
we'll weave our circles round him thrice
So fall beneath the emerald ruse
to find what you'd never want to lose-
The tea leaf dancers give
direction to the dawn
in that long-forgotten cave
where they wish to stay
Und die Gotter denen Toten
so singen konnte
haben durch den Strand getanzt
And in strange suns they wave
their waters like a wand,
crystal waters
into which a man could drop
And through the fragment swinging,
their nets were faintly ringing
of the smiles of distant sands
to shake the inks away