A Spectacle

Eagle soars high in the sky
over deserted land
cracked earth bare trees
all dead

man with yellow hair
crouches there
before a wooden cross
he prays for rain

across golden ears of  corn
danceth She
fragile
light as a bird

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wARiOb80Zr0  ..a Tudor rendition of Greensleeves....

he waited answer to his prayer
and thus She came to him
and lay upon the broken ground
pierced his back with thorns
rivulets of blood poured out

people gathered all around
looked on
not caring they
a spectacle to be enjoyed by them...

The Beautiful Vampyr..and how She came to Be

I read recently that vampires really do exist. I don't know but they do for sure in my imagination that has translated into this page. Read on if you will and if you don't..you will miss a very beautiful rendering..

• A Beautiful Vision
• The Form of the Vampyr
• And Now...
• Far Memories
• The Vampire by Lord Lytton...written in 1858
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A Beautiful Vision

vampyrs

She is a creature of the night
Her white teeth sharp like fangs
Poised they are to enter deep
The jugular
Veins filled with brightening blood
The plasma of all living life

She stands there beauty unbelievable to view
Her auburn locks o'er shoulders flow
Her bosom white as snow
So rounded in her form
So beautiful to behold

The Form of the Vampyr

a creature of evil she...

Yet a vampyr she doth be
Her eyes are glittering red
Filled with the blood of mortals
On whom she once had fed
Her finger nails long, sharp as razors
Can tear a man to shreds

A strange elusive fragrance around her hovers
A perfume steeped in gore
Its haunting aroma tells of many
Whose bodies are no more

And Now...

Vampyr feeds...on mortal man

She learned so very long ago
To trust not the wandering eye
She lost her faith in living man
And turned instead to know
Creatures of the night

They taught her how to bite the neck
Incisors she did grow
She drank the blood of human kind
And lived on the unholy essence of others such as she
She knew no other way

That had been lost when love turned to hatred

Far Memories

the gaze of the lady...

Memories return to fill her mind
Strange shapes they take
With sounds all of their own
A high pitched scream
The dulling thud of heart beats
Ending their sojourn
In bodies dying and dead
Life taken from them by she 

Andirivieni...tradotto da Alessandra Creschetti da un pezzo di poesia che ho scritto su 28 gennaio 2015

c'è qualcuno intelligente come lui e
sta abusando scientemente di altri
ovunque si può trovare
greggi di donne
che amano la sua audacia

quando
faccio sempre

e cosi e....

è così anche io

un giorno sarò trovata

quando si apre la finestra

e potrò tornare  

nel Cuore di Dio

 il mondo troppo difficile da gestire

persone : cose

così meschine e crudeli

non significavano per me

più niente  ...

musica sublime
ti porta a benedire da dentro
come è scritto: cantato
il richiamo della sirena
lamentosa musica ovunque

balla con me
la musica che suona nel  bazar
è sinfonica 
e tocca le corde del cuore

è ultraterrena  
corpi che ondeggiano  qua e là
senza tempo
torcendosi
girandosi
Oh com’ è tutto bello...

Myths of Greece and Rome and What is Now Happpening....

Just as in days of yore when Helios rode across the firmament there are those who encircle the earth and the sky with their doings of negativity. Yet greater beings called Spiritual Warriors will always have the abilities to bring healing and harmony to our beloved planet and the skies above....enjoy

Other Times

return???

Myths come from a different time
Happenings that once took place
Through time have changed
Yet a story still they tell

Myths of Greece and Rome
Fascinated me in days of yore
Pictured myself in those times
When honour and betrayal both
Waved flags
Similar to those today

Men and women alike
Smiled on the outside
Inside worms did snake
As they do now

Infamy

Helios across the sky...

On a chariot across the sky
Each and every day
Helios made his way
A foolish god Hyperion
Crowned with shining aureole of the sun

Men in power to this day

Wear a crown of infamy
Travel they do around the earth
Bringing dolour everywhere

Myths alive have come again

Temptations

leading where.....

Few indeed there are
Who do not succumb
To the blandishments
Offered by them
Pleasures of the flesh every one

In each a germ of rottenness
Births a child of much regret
Shutters blind their eyes
No longer do they know the Light

Into darkness have made their way

A Different Tune

Lifting into the Light..

Dour and dark the Age is now
Few of us to hold the Light
But one Spiritual Warrior is all it takes
To cancel out much negativity

Across the planet and in higher realms
These happenings take place
We march to a different tune
To those who wear those crowns of hateOurs always a symphony of Love

That cannot be changed
Echoing everywhere through cracks and crevices
Far and wide

and so it is

Moloch ...a film noire by Aleksandr Sokurov

 

By cnwriter..carolina,

Although this is a dark movie it still deals with the complexities of human behavior especially those who are incapable of human intimacy and those who literally are ass kissers ..the ones who surrounded Hitler. sometimes movies can reflect behavioral patterns that need to be changed. enjoy!!!

• The grim fortress
• Eva's mindless existence
• Gathering of demons
• Hypochondriac was he
• No intellect had they
• credits

The grim fortress

The Movie

Along grim battlements the girldoes dance
Hand stands she makes
Naked as the day she was born

She pirouettes and runs her hands over rounded thighs
Stretches she upon a chair and kicks her legs up in the air
No-one is there to see

She stands upon the edge
Looking down into the night
Angling her body here and there
Knowing full well binoculars are trained on her
To view her swelling charms

Eva's mindless existence

Eagles Nest

Into her bedroom she goes
Empties her purse onto white sheets all gold they are
One little box she takes and gazes at the picture inside
Outside a red swastika in enamel lies

Morning comes and dances she into the long low room
Around around the table she does run
Set up for none except a book and magnifying glass

Then sits she upon the great backed chair and peers into the book
Filled it is with pictures of broken ruins and words
A drop conforms
Nothing does she understand

Why should she with all her charms

Gathering of demons

the abominations

The record player martial music plays
As round the table again she dancesKicking up her legs in glee

Till the sound of marching feet she hears
And peering through the window sees
Military men accompany
Her lover Hitler his name does be

Limping Goebbels with wife Magda a big bosomy blonde is she
Bohrmann his eyes everywhere for treason look and things to write
Report he will
These are the ones who come to Eagle's Nest one day and night to enjoy

Hypochondriac was he

Eva and he

Hitler he walks the escarpment where clouds gather threateningly
And behind Eva waits for him to call her to his side
Lightening flashes and thunder bolts come down
Lighting up momentarily the dark fort where both they be

They meet they talk momentarily then part their separate ways to go
But soon she knocks on his door great bunches of wildflowers in her arms
She pushes open wide and walks inside no one there to see
The inner sanctum in she goes and sees her man without his clothes
His knickers around his knees

Giggling she ran from the room
But later returned did she and found her man in bed
Sheets drawn around his head
He said am ill so ill am I too tired to do anything

She laughed at him and tore the sheets away
And curled up like a kitten near to him and stroked his
cares away
For she the only one who told the truth to him
All others sycophants were they
ass kissers using cruder terms and if I choose I may

No intellect had they

all the fun of Berchesgaten

All around the table they did dine on broth
For all that was what Hitler enjoyed
A vegetarian was he

Discussion was made by those present
But of no intellect was it for none had that
Merely an agreeing with Hitler's words

Watching all this were his men
SS were they in uniform military
Long legs long boots peaked caps
Red bands around their arms
In complete obedience were they

The next morning they all left
And Eva again was left alone

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The Baring and Knowing of She.....

a flight of She through Worlds Diverse
copyright carolina natan 2015

at night She wanders forth
leaves  have fallen to the ground
uncovered now Her body
seen with unearthly glow

She waits until the moon is high
a matrix of sound and light
beginning where ending
multidimensional

a marriage in heaven meant to be

then as dawn begins to show 

from other realms forms do appear

these so delicate in shape;  magical they be

hearing beyond sound

seeing beyond sight

knowings  of a different kind

universes of diversity

She  opens Her loving heart

from which streams forth rays of pristine white

each one pure; healing all they touch upon

voices of angels then are heard

glorious cacophony of verse

whirling through space and  time

chaos 

evolving devolving

all the time

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kviOWsEMFA

Ancient Stones Call Out...A Way for all to Go...

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Another of my meandering pieces...yes but always with a tale to tell... i have the ability to move rapidly between universes of mind and lifetimes...so enjoy...if you will...ha!

kom ombo

along avenues all paved with gold
She rode
great buildings passed
sentinels were they

behind on pure white steeds
Her entourage
eyes alert
watching carefully

at Her side
a small young child
smiling happily at himself
bedecked in flowered clothes

planetary ones...

when you find yourself
then free will you be
to access universes divine
through black holes
passageways between

there involved are some
building new planetary forms
still in gaseous state
like planet earth
before this yuga
began
400 billion years ago

come with me
know for yourself
if you will......

essence of the Soul

joy again

joy is the essence of the Soul
and when we lift to that
happiness comes in

a different focus ours to take
away from trivialities
the ones that keep us
locked in
no longer freedom manifest

Kal Niranjan holds the strings
of the lower realms of Light
his work to keep us here
caught up in negativity

it takes a little work indeed
to focus back into the joy
but we can
if we will...

Heart of God

joy for you

takes more than will power
intention is what works
intention another word for God
spirituality

joy and happiness
manifest
inside of you
when wee small steps you take
or maybe one large one

always a choice for you to make
and no matter what you do
you will one day
Be in the Heart of God

as you already are....