Don't know why but this has been in mmy mind all day ..... it's so full of imagery.
Lucifer's Hammer
The End of the World lies in my hands Given unto me that I
might understand.
Lucent in lambent, steadfast scorning he outlasts those gods that
have passed, the Son of the Morning. Light Bearer, heir and
Heir Apparent to those Fallen before. Upon his Bloodstone
throne, he measures their treasures, now his own, to bequeath
to bestow.
And so to me, revelation in a rapid reverie. Revenant in an
instant, spurned by Death, returned, gone beyond and back in a
single breath.
In a dirgeful daze I wonder what became of the wealth of my
days. All that I amassed is passed, all that I held, in hands in
blood, is dispelled. Quick but somehow dead, I stare at what I
hold instead ...
A hammer, cold and ebon rests in my clutching hand, ill, wrapped
in a chill whisper, "Given unto you that you might understand!"
Heavy the heft of that bereft of Thor, plundered thunder,
Mjolnir, his wrath his Will no more. Hard, scarred seething
steel, rune wrapped periapt, with the feel of wrath. I heft the
haft, and grasp the shaft, a hex-hardened question in my hand.
Dire forged in the fires of the damned. Given unto me that I
might understand.
Still, why? Beneath a cracked and peeling sky, blue gloom my
tomb and world Walls, ill illumined by an argon eye.
Excommunicate, exanimate, riven revenant, taciturn ... hestitant.
I've seen the Other Side, still I haven't seen the Light,. No
reason have I learned. Still I am ... Returned.
With this power in my hands. Given unto me that I might
understand.
Am I a Messiah in denial? Seer, a vision, risen in the third
year, from otherwhere I bear that blackness that blooms in the
tomb and behind my eyes. Yes I rise, with hardness, Modi in my
heart, and Mjolnir in my hands. Given unto me that I might
understand.
Raver Messiah, how can you deny me, in my holy fury? As no
Bell tolls, and thrice the cock crows, amidst the shallows of
night, out of the depths of my life. Crucible in cruciform, the
fire melts the kiln, so does my spirit burst my skin.
All the world's stage, too pale. Words too frail to contain my
rage, I would reave reality, and fly from the page. And with my
hammer hurled ... at the unknown, I can get Blood from a
stone, and Truth from the world. New-Forged in ire, in my inner
fire,
The hammer a gloaming in my hands. Given unto me that I might
understand.
Still I do not forsake my almost namesake, he bears the Light,
as I bear the Fire. Sacred hatred, the heat in my heart, the
hammer in my hand. Now I choose to loose, the hammer is
hurled at what remains of my world. Throwing thunder I sunder
the shivering sky with an argent arc of might, vehemently I
hammer the flickering light. Wrath reigns in a reverse rain, but
nothing changes least of all the pain.
The hammer returns to my hand. Given unto me, why don't I
understand?
And so I fast, forgoing the fruit of the Past. Supplicant with
garments rent, I ponder for what it was meant. Darkness always
comes, and so it comes to me, wrath returns, and so it turns,
unto me.
So I raise my hammer hand, as I raise the blaze of my fire,
and raze all futures on the pyre.
Given unto an unshriven sky, Lucifer's Hammer falls and fills my
open eye. Soul bared to receive the falling glare, head against
the Walls, as the Hammer falls. To bear the Pain is why I am,
thus I slam the hammer. Catch and release, without cease, still
I am, I will not yield, as I still wield the hammer. I am, for the
Hammer's sake, I sate my fate, and endlessly sequentially slake
my inner ache.
Much is beyond the grasp of my mind and of my hands. Yet I
know what was Taken, and what was Given, I understand.
Ge, I remember you posting that poem on Abuzz, years ago. Liked it then, like it now.
Mr. DP, what a marvelous BC piece. It is not in the books I have.
OssoB, I will attempt to detach myself from the marrow as did Billy Collins' mind detach during his table-side reverie.
Oh K., here be the man, hisself . . .
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/
You might have seen the site before ... I've posted the link ere this, if not here then there. You'll note that it targets juveniles ( even we of the delinquent sub-class. )
Thank you, Debacle... very much.
You're truly most welcome, osso. And, uh, should you ever find yourself with an idle hour ... and who doesn't wish for a plentitude of those in this gasping age of multitasking ... but if you should sometime feel an urge to kick back for an hour, then you might find the following something worth kicking about. Which only goes to say, I hope you'll enjoy it.
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/avfiles/bcollins.ram
I stand confused again, debacle. I clicked and found a download manager. What do I do with it? (sigh, will I never learn?)
hmmmm... well, osso, the
.ram file extension on the tail-end of the link means you gotta have RealPlayer installed in order to access the program.
If you wish, you can download their free player at
http://www.real.com. At the top of the page is a big orange button that says
Download. Click the button, and on the next page, you'll find them hawking their super-duper player for $20, but forget that ... scroll to the bottom-right corner, where you'll see "Download Free RealPlayer" in blue lettering. Click that, and click "Yes" on the message window that pops-up and asks whether you trust them. Then it's only a matter of following the instructions. If your operating system is other than Windows, you can choose their Mac or Unix version, which is linked towards the bottom of the page.
However, after all is said and nothing done, if you don't feel comfortable downloading the player, don't do it. It should be perfectly safe and go without a hitch, but I certainly wouldn't want you comin' after me with a battle-axe to grind.
Mr. DP, thanks for the link to the Billy Collins reading. I minimized it while I was doing some letters, and found myself stopping to listen, forgetting to work. He has a marvelous voice.
I happened to be by my front window at about one this afternoon with a customer. The window faces Main Street.
We looked out and saw one, two, three, six, seven, eight, twelve tow trucks go by. Towing nothing, but with their yellow rooftop lights blinking.
They were followed by a city police officer on a motorcycle. He had his flashing blue lights on.
Odd, we thought. The UVA students are on Spring break and there isn't a basketball game or something that would cause them to clear some lot of illegal parkers.
Another customer provided the explanation:
"A funeral for a tow truck driver."
"A funeral for a tow truck driver." hmm. -rjb-
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
I live on the route of the annual Truck Parade, a week or so before Christmas. Tow trucks towing trucks towing tow trucks... lights flashing, horns honking jingle bells. The parade literally stops traffic as it bisects the town....
Nice site, Ge. I have a couple of shoeboxesful of old postcards from around the globe. Among them is a set of eight or ten, in mint condition, depicting various scenes in the construction of the Panama canal, including one or two displayed on the following website.
http://www.canalmuseum.com/documents/index.htm
And good site yourself .... Found this one today, hope you like ...,
Klikme
THE BLARNEY STONE
The Blarney Stone is a stone set in the wall of the Blarney Castle tower in the Irish village of Blarney. Kissing the stone is supposed to bring the kisser the gift of persuasive eloquence (blarney). The castle was built in 1446 by Cormac Laidhiv McCarthy (Lord of Muskerry) -- its walls are 18 feet thick (necessary to thwart attacks by Cromwellians and William III's troops). Thousands of tourists a year still visit the castle. The origins of the Blarney Stone's magical properties aren't clear, but one legend says that an old woman cast a spell on the stone to reward a king who had saved her from drowning. Kissing the stone while under the spell gave the king the ability to speak sweetly and convincingly. It's tough to reach the stone -- it's between the main castle wall and the parapet. Kissers have to stretch to their back and bend backward (and downward), holding iron bars for support.
Happy St. Paddy's day ta all ev ye ........
TOO-A-LOO-RA-LOO-RAL
That's An Irish Lullaby
Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me Mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good ould Irish way,
And l'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
Chorus:
"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby."
Oft in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a -hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
I love this !
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MOMENTS IN LIFE
There are moments in life when you miss someone
so much that you just want to pick them from
your dreams and hug them for real!
When the door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often times we look so long at the
closed door that we don't see the one,
which has been opened for us.
Don't go for looks; they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile,
because it takes only a smile to
make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile.
Dream what you want to dream;
go where you want to go;
be what you want to be,
because you have only one life
and one chance to do all the things
you want to do.
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,
enough trials to make you strong,
enough sorrow to keep you human and
enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily
have the best of everything;
they just make the most of
everything that comes along their way.
The brightest future will always
be based on a forgotten past;
you can't go forward in life until
you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying
and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end,
you're the one who is smiling and everyone
around you is crying.
Please send this message to those people
who mean something to you (I JUST DID);
to those who have touched your life in one way or another;
to those who make you smile when you really need it;
to those who make you see the
brighter side of things when you are really down;
to those whose friendship you appreciate;
to those who are so meaningful in your life.
If you don't send it, don't worry,
nothing bad will happen to you;
you will just miss out on the opportunity
to brighten someone's day with this message!!!
Don't count the years-count the memories...........
B, the final trilogy . I like it but I don't ... you know
Dying
The loneliness in the center of my being
Is an ache
That grows with each tortuous twisting
Remembered as my physicality
Senses covered with a milky opacity
Others silently moaning around and inside and beside
My own confusion
Lonely inner utterances
Mouthing in silence bitter sweet remembrances
That I never knew but somehow felt
I would know
A flickering of growing cold
Rushing about
While lying motionless
How long, how long
Am I there
Still?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Waking
Tasteless
Sightless
Beautiful song
Not sung but
Knowing
Flash of light
Return of sight
Everything thru me
Is flowing
Sea of stars, rolling rolling
Rise and fall
On diamond shore
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rebirth
I am ...
Suspended,
Buoyed
In a
Warm, moist
nothingness
Faces, near ... then far
at first
Changing, ever .... changing
Slipping in and out of thought
Shifting , familiar faces I knew
I know
at first
Awakening to my presence
Faces I know I knew
Filling my emptiness
Devouring knowledge leaving
Know .... for knew
Faces no more, only returning thoughts ...
Without thinking ... only knowing
Passion without feeling, touching not
Deepest hunger growing
Answers without knowing
Only knew
Loneliness, emptiness most hollow
Without a path to follow
Into me ...into me,
Following faces and sense of there
Is where to go
Growing smaller ever smaller
Yet what I knew begins to grow
Showing me
Direction, changing knew
Back into know
Now a sense of me is growing
Feelings of where it is
I'm going
Downward swirl is ending
Falling into never ending
Paths to choose
Never certain
Paths to walk
Knew returns to know
Returning memories
Begin to slow
Into me .... into me
Blinding glow
Faces returning
None of those
I knew
Growing knowing
Knew is going
Each day
I know
one less
I knew
But still one less
To what is true
Doug
I have seen this before
Having seen this before, I carefully observed it has a King of hearts/spades and a queen/jack of clubs, also a queen/jack of diamonds.
The next set, had a different cards altogether, and of course the card one viewed/picked has disappeared, the whole set did.
I once thought this was very clever, even if it is merely a trick.
But isn't that always the way??? Things are never what they seem....
Yeaah, but for an instant ......
I emailed Cliff with the explanation (the same as given above by Rose.) I reckon there's a greater chance of my winning the lottery than that Cliff will be posting my message on his website.
I ended the email by claiming the trick had been taken by
Juan Gelisgesti
c/o Debacle Avenida 4
Real Dinero
GO2 A2K
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