Death IV

From the monarchy of the past
We are chilled for her coming
Death, that spark of our reincarnation

Who sums up our karma in her Will
Beloved are the changes of our fates
That destiny spills with such great beginnings

Our ill health begets for what she came
That many times our body might rise again
For the supersession of breath
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And a hundred alternate futures
Our mind confronts the murderous men
Who orchestrate wars in her gaze

Death, how she knew me to the bones
Man created this, for his own profit
As women enjoyed giving life in all that they did

But we live on an Earth that serves
The profit of a few, so death offers them
No final freedom either, only the power of knowledge

The fleeting pleasure of a few kingly years
From our station of birth we are built
To confront the meaning of our brief life
In the shinning darkness of a final abyss.

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Broken Love of the World Government

My holy ghost takes a million forms
The lives of others, I could be them
Their Emanations far within
Stir me to identity, arch-empathy

Flowing in my blood, my specter
Holds me there, weeping incessantly
For the cruelty of the mortal world
Where beasts guard their gold

With the pride and scorn of ruthless tricks
Bereaved of soul, embittered by inhumane love
They crown their shuddering fears
With riches and totalitarian control

The broken love of the centuries lives on
With transgressions of the worst of crimes
The sin of the powerful is that they
Would have us all as slaves

These are the tempests of our times
Whereversoever thou doest go
You are watched, played to be
Pawns in their beds, harlots in their graves.

True Nature of Spring

I have sung the songs of first birds
Of morning’s wish of the flying away
And clapped my hands for the sun
In the loving gold grace of your eyes
The fault must be mine to
Not know the silence

That comes before the dawn
The minor birds of dream
Have fled my grasp, slippery doves
The humming bird seen once in a lifetime
I have sung the songs of peacocks
To the uncertain harvests of Mandarin

The orchard white, the orchids of Taiwan
All the spring stored of so many years
Of youth’s last wish for love
Those joys usually reserved for God
All this celebration that is the springing of the year
To jump in prayers more subtle than pleasure.

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Ode to Athena

HARK! Hark! the may buds have bloomed
For June’s sweetness two by two
To steer the spring to Summer’s moons
To ope the eyes with golden new care
Hark! Hark! my lady sweet arises
With tiger bites so cherished and glowing
As roses with their sharp cuddling spines
O’ thorns of the night, maiden pink and dear
Hark! Hark! She is my harbinger of Mandarin
All dear Nature’s children she teaches
Art and laughter and good manners
In the sweet melodious air, she is the flower
Of my little life, the petals of my last belonging
Hark! Hark! For love’s sovereign innocence
That can change a life with bells dearly dim
And weddings of culture with a fragrance of spring.