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Love is the Law

This is what i've been focusing on recently:

http://loveisthelawmagazine.tumblr.com/page/2

Manual Magic

Schiller's 'William Tell'

I'll bend my steps unto the wilderness,
The rock-strewn waste, a horror to myself,
With loathing turn away from my own face
When mirrored in a stream my form appears.

A Collaborated Poem

I

Sometimes, the more you push
The less i budge -- its simple physics:
sagacity knows when to stop!
A forest of fallen angels
nothing
nothing
more improvised nothing
no! I don't want spicy tongues;
loud applause
or any recognition
Just leave me behind this curtain.

Don't tell me:
"you're too serious"
"you're too sensitive"
-- that makes me who I am.

II

Don't budge
I won't push
Everything is falling
Nothing is more still
Have everything,
have it all
and give it up
because the world we inherit
is not ours to control
only you can be the answers you seek
wait
be still
then invite all those questions
allow the rhythm in your heart to dictate these words
Remember than perfect place
where all is perfect

III

No movement
push and pull
falling is everything
everything dies.
Have nothing,
have everything
& hold on only to what is true
because the world we inherit
is in our minds.
We are not asleep
You are the answers I seek.
Silence
movement, response and applause and editing:
systole
diastole
words
perfection

IV

Give birth to the world I see
explore me in everything
silently.
Tears will rain in the memory of you
But I will never weep to wish them fall
for you.
I am all
there is colour amongst us watching
undisturbed
lost in ceasing to be anything
that grows with the breath of a single heart
telling a story
of how nothing is apart

V

I am still only pregnant
and find you in all the right places
silently,
silently.
Tears will love you
& be your friend
& I will weep for you to wish
upon shooting stars
for us.
I desires the hue of that
undisturbed colour
& it is in me somewhere
infinitesimally.
Ceasing to exist altogether
even as an idea.
What dies as the seed of a forest of trees
belongs deep in your heart
as your poetry
lived

VI

and living is but the song of a death long foretold
about the age of things never to be discovered
the beginning of you is where I end:
meeting the completion of wonders.
The touch of a star does more
than caress our eyes
It brings about the revelation
that is you
completely.
There is no after
and before was just a pause
that is now delivered to the soul
of the most insignificant love
that has it all.

(Stanzas I, III, V -- Ducksflymoon
              II, IV, VI -- Horacio Toulouse la Maga)

[14.02.11 -- Muswell Hill]

Undine: Daughter of Calliope

And what of these nymphs?
Nereids lusting after
handsome and lonely travellers.
-- why beauty and charm
always lead to the spending
and bedazzling of
their victims: foolish men.

Taste of the semi-divine
flesh and ever-after
dissatisfied by the merely
terrestrial.
Living for a thousand years
or more, none can
escape the Sirens

& Aphrodite herself
tells her lover Anchises
that the mountain nymphs who mate
the sileni and Hermes
live as long as the oaks
and pines which spring up
at their birth

Poems and Sketches

Maelstrom:

Caught in the maelstrom

of scorn and ambivalence

in this river not forgotten;

drowning somewhat

amidst my own

'slipping away'.

Spiralling, twirling

dervishing down the drain

of infinite unknowing

disappearing, gagging

on humiliation and hubris

my love is a Scylla

burried in the tallest

cliff: enchanting and

monstrous, my mind

Charybdis.

Omphalos:

So what if we navel gaze?

Perhaps the navel we gaze at

is the very navel of the earth:

consciousness itself

in the empty hollow

of a luminous disc of Jade.

Perhaps it is the sky:

a portal to an

atemporal, aspatial

realm of infinite

synchronistic possibility?

A window into eternity?

Omphalos at Delphi;

the land that is nowhere.

A womb in the sky

Opening out into

the most magnificent

death.

Echidna:

What is repulsive and terrifying

yet attractive and necessary?

Echidna 'beautiful-cheeked

and bright-eyed.

Yet terrible and devouring

in her snake-like aspect.

Thrashing about in the hollows

far from the gods and men:

a dwelling of immortal design --

Arima they called it

in days of old:

the couch of Typhoeus

her husband.

No wings in sight

Echidna and Typhoeus 

begat Cerberos hounds

of the underworld 

and Orthos hounds 

who fathered in incest

the Sphinx. 

Echidna bore also

the Lion of Nemea,

the Hydra of Lerma and

the fire-spitting Chimaira:

Lion, goat and serpent

all in one.

Hundred-eyed Argos

killed her in her sleep

but she is yet an ageless

and immortal nymph.

Her brother Ladon

guarded the Tree with 

the Golden Apples in

The Garden of the Hesperides.

In the hollows of Night

west of Oceanus, Ladon

& the Daughters of Night:

Evening Star, Night that

harbours Golden fruit.

Vespertinal, luminous

Crimson springs

Soft-radiance,

star brilliant, 

health and order 

snatched in a 

gust of the wind

like a Harpy or

bright-voiced Siren

playing double flute at dusk,

enticing secret rites

from the Night