söndag 28 december 2008

E.C.H.O.E.S.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~Emmanuella Choc H. Olettha Evermore Sissah~~~~~~~~
~~~~~Distant Echoes Over Yonder-Arrived In Our Lap At Last~~~~~
~
Mesopotamia--echoes in my soul, echoes back...planting flowers in the ruins
come little thing, under my wings, safe from everyone....except me....
when we eachother joy bring
white and black
opposites attract
two wild cats
emerge thru Sahara back to shimmering back
nude and prude
touch the reality we dreamt at last
shy and rude
exploding in full circle and kissing as we hear ourself laugh
your laughter is soothing and shows that you care and share
Distant Echoes Over Yonder-Arrived In Our Lap At Last
~
good people like us always gets hurt
end of motivation in an endless suffocation
while we're leaving our thumbprints on earth
our souls patterns encompasses and float
into eachother caressing
for evermore
Remembering Over Yonder Distant Echoes
ending in awaited life from the Past that lasts
together matching, two become one in a symbol of growth
and a sign of endless flow...
~19Aug99~
~Parz~

Be well,
LordParzifal

söndag 21 december 2008

Reflecting on My Curse

(svensk version)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~Reflecting on My Curse~~~~~
I am the Yule-log put into the fire
that's the only christmas bath
that can cleanse and wash away desire
I stand in the middle of the burning pentagram
As soon as I reach for love my hands get burned
as soon as some being of joy nears me touching my glamour so does she
I see an old flame dancing repeating the circle again
I see the old games in this ceremony thriving to appear the same
Deep is these feelings of me
Deep I portray to be
I tear the wrappings of my gifts and they become ash and goes up in
smoke
I tear the floor..
...remembering a song: Ashes to Ashes...Dust to Dust
The Mother of All strong, Lillith, Earth's first Lust...
Dragons spouts fire of woe and regret and I fly back into the wall
Dragons spouts fire of joy and "well met" and after a day I begin to reflect
The curse lingers on...it lurks as it comes...
The curse never shows...in daylight never los...
Aye Lo! the Day has again come.
Alas! But where did it come from?
I sit down crestfallen once again
No love and too many friends
I stand up but my legs won't bear
My heart I tear and breast I bare
I see the pointy star and the 5 flames jumping
I have been hurt so far by everyone of them
The one with lack of sincerity
The three with lack of identity
The one with lack of coherency, consistency
Yes I am the christmas goat
The Goat of Mendes
I am the fallen angel
Lucifer - the morning star
shining so bright over Bethlehem
In this O so Silent Night
The Ruler of the Earth still rules........AVE SATANAS
I shall walk over to my dark cornertable - and only watch from now on...
~~
~~
*Deep I sit in silence...only the willow moves outside the window...
though it's been dead and cut down some time ago...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X-mas97~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LordParzifal

torsdag 18 december 2008

Another Day - Another Sorrow

(svensk version)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~Another Day - Another Sorrow~~~~~
*A lil' ol' X-mas ditty.
~~
So Jesus was born at summer
So the Demons fly hard tonight
So many die and are born this night
So Santa was a guy from Russia named Klaus
So the X put in X-mas stands for ten
So Jesus begins with a J that is the same
So 1 to 10 and then it begins again
10 is renewal in a hidden sense
Winter is renewal in our folktradition
Food from summer and the harvest
Gifts given being lucky to be alive
We lit the Chanukah candlestick of seven
and still say jews don't go to heaven
Enjoy the Christmas Spirit
and eachother's company.
The Goat of Christmas bids thee farewell
Yes, remember me? Dionysus, Bacchus,
Baphomet, the Harvester of Earth, Thor's two too
Blasphemy? Aah, the world's a tragedy,
Enjoy the food - the company
and never dwell on thoughts of the lies
just the Remedy!
The Angels sing in choir tonight...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~24Dec97~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LordParzifal

tisdag 16 december 2008

The Christmas Fairy (Tomten)

(svensk version)
~*~ The Christmas Fairy ~*~
*This is an old Christmas poem that is always
on our christmas-must bottles in the north like
the Santa on the CocaCola bottles with the first
verse on it and old wintry pictures of Santa.
Enjoy!

~*~
Midwinternight's cold is hard,
the stars glimmer and shine.
All asleep in lonely farm
deep during the hour of midnight.
The Moon travels it's silent path,
the snow shines white upon fir, pine and heart,
the snow shines white upon our roofs.
Only the Christmas Fairy wakes from the woods.
~*~
Standing there in grey at the barn's door,
grey against the white drift,
looking, as many winters before,
up towards the moon's disc,
looking to the forest, where pine and fir
draws around the farm it's shadowy girdle,
brooding, alas it seems of no avail,
over a peculiar riddle held in veils.
~*~
Brings his hand through beard and hair,
shakes his head and hood - - -
>>no, that riddle is too much to bear,
no, it can not be understood>> - - -
Chases, as he usually do, shortly
like searching thoughts away,
goes to arrange and peddle,
goes to attain but not to meddle.
~*~
Goes to provision-shed and tool-shed,
tries all locks on the doors - - -
the cows dream at the moon's lightspread
summerdreams inside the stalls;
oblivious of harness and whip and rein
Horsie in the stable too has a dream:
the crib, he leans over,
is filled with scenting clover; - - -
~*~
Goes to the fence for lamb and sheep,
sees, how they are asleep therein;
goes to the hens, where the cock's afeet
proud on his highest pin;
Rex upon kennel's straw is well,
awakes and slightly wags his tail,
Rex knows his fairy friend,
and that he is his best hairy friend.
~*~
*Santa's little helper runs to turn the next page
*Santa HO HO HO's and continues...
~*~
The Fairy finally lurks to see
the beloved gentry,
a long while, found had he
they hold his endeavours in glory;
children's chamber he then tip-toe
to see the sweet little ones he approach,
no-one must of that ill regard:
that is his greatest reward.
~*~
So he has seen them, father and son,
clean through many lines
slumber as children; but where from
do they come down through the skies?
Soon generation succeed to generation there,
bloomed, aged, went - - - but where?
The Riddle, that can not be
understood, then came back to me!
~*~
The Fairy wanders to the barn's loft:
there he has his home and hold
high up on the hay-loft in it's fragrance so soft,
near by the nest of the swallow;
now, alas, the swallow's dwelling lies empty,
but in the spring with leaf and flower she's likely
to come again to fill the void,
by the dear mate followed.
~*~
Then she always has much to twitter
about plenty a souvenir from the travels,
nothing however about the riddle,
that stirs in the fairy's marbles.
Through an opening in the barn's wall, down
on the old man's beard the moon it shines,
the streak it glimmers upon his beard,
the fairy he broods and it puzzles his head.
~*~
Quiet lies the woods and the whole country round,
life out there is frozen,
from the far and the stream's fall, sounds
alone the low silent rushing.
The Fairy listens and, half dreaming,
thinks he then hears time's streaming,
wonders, whereto it shall go,
wonders, where the fountain may flow.
~*~
Midwinternight's cold is hard,
the stars glimmer and shine.
All asleep in lonely farm
good until the first morninglight.
The Moon lowers it's silent path,
the snow shines white upon fir, pine and heart,
the snow shines white upon our roofs.
Only the Christmas Fairy wakes from the woods.
~*~
~*~*Written by Viktor Rydberg 1881.~*~
~*~Rendered by Lord Parzifal at Christmas Holidays 1996.~*~


Be well,
LordParzifal

torsdag 11 december 2008

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

(svensk version)
Once dedicated to
Sharon (aka Princess LoveStar).

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star~~~~~
~~
Twinkle twinkle little star
all for love you know you are
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky
twinkle twinkle little star
all for love I know you are
~~
In that wave, that single moment when...
we stop trying so hard to please the other
or even worse, our friends, and just show that we care
for eachother and stop telling about ourselves
and just turn our minds to the feelings that are there
when any word will do that reach out
to show our understanding for that what we have is rare
~~
So...twinkle twinkle little star
I was walking in the dark......following your path...
now you follow me...princess from a dream
star fallen to the earth
like the gods once did in a distant scene
love shining from your birth
emanates from thy being, as it does from me
hits us both in a clash of passion
tonight the light we see
like the first nite with stormy clouds
ended in thunder and lightning
to just heighten the excitement
as in love's afterglow
and a beautiful aftermath
we rise above...
~~
Yes, twinkle twinkle little star
all for love you know you are
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky
twinkle twinkle little star
all for love I know you are
~~
yes leaning and holding onto you as time goes by
as you do me, filling the emptyness in the still of the night
you look up at a star, I look up at the same one too
our broken hearts cannot be placed in that cage...all the worlds our stage
yes life's too short to seek out bitterness
in doing so you create your own gloomy mess
the thornspread road of our longings while we caress
becomes petals from the flowers of joy into completeness.
~~
Soulmate? your life lies like a mystery before me...
you are true
to Life, to Love, to Light
blonde vixen you...
why is that so hard for the most to grasp, we are so few
fivefold I gave to others and pain I got in return
even seemed to be understanding but in action showed nothing had learned
their played innocence since long been taken as I discovered burned
you're the first to have turned the tables
don't even feel the need to open my mouth
no lesson you need to learn
if I do stand crestfallen,
it is from being amazed from such a positive turn
catwoman purring softly in my lap
I never get before I give, receive before I please and seldom even then
so hear these words...
~~
~ Love ~
~~
Now we say it halfheartedly and it's full of both pity and joy
based on the friendship we share blooming beyond control
later we'll say it both full of experience and soon of smiles and sorrow,
closer we are both, we entwine and wrap eachothers arms around eachothers hearts.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~8-9Mar99~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

*Last 4 lines are also Part V of Winter Short Poems.

Be well,
LordParzifal

onsdag 10 december 2008

Breathless Light

(svensk version)
~Breathless Light~

Breathless light
in the deep of the night
leaves you in fright
at first sight
~
flashing skies
in the depth of thunder's rays
below it life of man lies
another time saved
~
Breathless night
in awe upon it gaze
surrender to it's might
the light in the dark's haze
~
energy fills the air
above where once your frightened stare
met the cracking of the first flare
below you think you lie but you're still standing there
~
surrounded by...
Breathless light
encompassed by...
Breathless night
surrendering to your...
Breathless fright
engulfed you're given it's...
Breathless might
sharing the Breathless light.
~
~LordParzifal~ 20Jul99

Be well,
LordParzifal

tisdag 9 december 2008

Torn Between Two Horses

(svensk version)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~Torn Between Two Horses~~~~~
~~
Torn between two strong horses
one that always been faithful to me
and one that makes my heart bleed
~~
Torn in the middle of struggling beasts
lying awaiting listening for a sound
to get suddenly bored raise up and run
~~
Torn in my heart in my soul in my mind
to grant the roman emperor a feast
of my carnal carnival and spirited spirits
~~
Torn like Bacchus of Dionysus female followers grace found
they were not in it for love - but for fun
the one that played with them lost when he thought he won
~~
Torn between the Two Horses that beside me stand
they did not run tearing me apart
only with one stare of their shining golden silvery deep eye they broke my heart
slowly nuzzling into the dead mans hands
they won without effort - beside them in chains but alive still I stand
with a shadowsoul I'm off to the Promised Land.
~~~~~~~~~~~13Aug98~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LordParzifal

onsdag 3 december 2008

I am Seeking the Arts for Inspiration

(svensk version)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~I am Seeking the Arts for Inspiration~~~~~
~~
I am seeking the Arts for inspiration
when love runs cold like a winter lake
purification purgatory when lake spring floods again
~~
Dancing in the glade
hidden old rhymes in a new song
~~
The Tree of Misunderstanding grows
dont let it, stand by seeing it branching out
create the Tree of Life
and not sadness by destructive words
~~
Even in same room You force me to not face you, I cannot see your firy angry eyes
Tears on my pillow...swept away by memories of our first meeting
our picnic under the castle willow...wish it was you and your hand...
so I seek reassurance of joy in the Arts of the old and yet not born
til trust and love flows yet again...
~~
Too much of everything...I'm just Heavy
Too much of Nothing....too much of everything
Too much of Death - too much of Life
Too much of emptiness....too much of nothingness
too much of completeness...too much of fullfillment.
~~
I got my emotions in a safe...I only got a key to..not you
the numbness spread like a disease
you need to balance it with the other...the good
instead of this raging and raving like not even the bad you suffer would
I am seeking your Heart for dedication
when the well of our souls frosty....we await...
purification purgatory when lake spring floods again.
~~~~~~~~~~16Oct98~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

tisdag 2 december 2008

Winter Short Poems

(svensk version)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~Winter Short Poems~~~~~~~~~~

~ The Cave ~
Having a cold drink
can feel it dripping into my empty soul
like an ancient cave I saw long ago
water slowly falling
from the stalactites high above

~ Scapegoats ~
I'm outta your game
find a new player to maim
a perfectly sane
then try and drive him insane
lie and call a strong Individual lame
find your little Scapegoat to blame
call him all your imaginations nasty names
and don't care that he cared...things will fall out the same
you double the pain!!!
Here's one animal you'll never be able to tame
Yeah, go ahead & fuck up your lives again!
live it in vain.....

~ The Mirror ~
I am the Mirror
if you don't like what you see
then don't come around bothering me
a reflection of your soul I am
you cast me out cause your result you damn
did not appreciate the image
the vision you saw within the frames
of the Mirror that I am.
~~
I return joy with joy
anger with anger
If you're afraid of fire
you shouldn't feed the fury within...to taste the danger
where love tries to shine
the flames burning higher
to consume you of joy or woe
one smiling eye that glares into me is my Pride's Shrine.
I'm like a crystal clear lake at autumn before winter's cold
poison it and you suffocate on your own actions...Behold!
pollute it and expect reactions of things I foretold
now watch it unfold...
~~
I am the Mirror, please come to me
pure of heart and innocent smile
smile into me and on the world laughter will shine
you been mistreated like me, redeemed you'll be
go create with your time...leave the destroyers behind
then come back and sit in my lap
...come creep into the warm arms of mine.

~ Adieu ~
I also had a longing vision for the one and my dreamwoman
and I let you fill that dream.
You detest what I love
all what makes life sweet and not sour.

~ Love ~
Now we say it halfheartedly and it's full of both pity and joy
based on the friendship we share blooming beyond control
later we'll say it both full of experience and soon of smiles and sorrow,
closer we are both, we entwine and wrap eachother's arms around eachother's hearts.
~~~~~~~~~~31Dec98-12Jan99~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LordParzifal

lördag 29 november 2008

The Ancient Oaks

(svensk version)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~The Ancient Oaks~~~~~~~~~
~~
The Ancient Oaks, mystified in neon light they stand
Once in the backwoods they flied for the North Winds...
Generations have grown and seen the Mystique in their
green leaves and spreading branches,
before they faced morbid death...
but the Ancient Oaks still lives on...
~~
The Oaks in the Church-yards, keeping their Secrets,
waving in the night
The Oaks in your Garden, once from the same Woods,
Now scratching at your window as they shine in the
moonlight.
Do not fear...hear their tale and remember,
Yet another tide will come, but the ravages of our past
can not consume,
What once has shared so many Holy Secrets...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'87~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LordParzifal

måndag 24 november 2008

Pain

(svensk version)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~PAIN~~~~~~~~~
~~
Pain is like rain
.........without a stain
unless pain is with a stain
soothing like rain
Pain is as much lust's domain as aching burning fever obtained
pain keeps the insanity from the sane...
pleasure after being played at like a violin on nervestrings
with nothing but death to gain.
the calm after the storm instead of before
to cease instead of increase
arca made to arcane......minor is now major
as above so below...to fade into the main
to dance together on the grass and there to be lain.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~4Dec98~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LPWJ

lördag 22 november 2008

Shirouz Cat

(svensk version)
Shirouz Cat

(Based on Postman Pat 27y old stop-motion TV-series for children; Dedicated to Ulvstrumpa & cats)

Shirouz cat. Shirouz cat. Shirouz cat wonders where in the books
the cool cats are at.
Every title he's searching, after the wise cat he heard of, Lessing, Kipling, Stephen King and Lloyd Webber about 'Cats'.

Shirouz cat. Shirouz cat. Shirouz cat has no hat but wonders
where the one who had are at.
Every shelf he probes, wise cats he wants to learn from. He looks for Dr.Seuss and the Shrek with the legend of the Masterpuss.

Now where can the cat be, as he jumps from the shelves, where has it been,
Books, they're everywhere, and everyone with a cat (meow)
Boom (Boom). The rest of the books falling to the floor. (Hee Hee).

Blogger Pat. Blogger Pat. Blogger Pat gets visits by the neighbours black cat.
But now he is resting, snoring, purring before eating. Then he leaves, but now he sleeps,
so I could write down these lines.

LPWJ 22/11/08

Be well,
LordParzifal

fredag 21 november 2008

Exasperation

(svensk version)
Exasperation

*Dedicated to
RedSonja (GamersInn.com)

Magic is two children
a girl and a boy
Magic is love neverending
granted to humans, god's toys
Magic is everywhere
in every leaf of nature
Magic is in the willowtree
weeping in exasperation
Magic is in every ring
on the water to Stonehenge
in every little thing
to the caressing Saturn's firy ones
Magic is friendship suddenly turned to love
the instant recognition
Exasperation is a lightning striking from above
The table's turned and future's the only ignition
An old loveletter seeming new
and a new one read by you
Exasperation is the dawning of the mind
Magic is all events treating us kind
Exasperation is two children lost in the void
Magic is every trouble and toil
Overcome by the shock and aftermath of war by heart
That the endless journey never ends, never start
The forces running through me shall convince you, dear one
Still not impressed by magic of all kinds?

~~~~~290198~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal
~*~

(This is a comment made over 10 years ago
and is not relevant today)

*Parzifal looks at Shalima: "And you too?" and then wonders what the new age witches really done to this earth of ours...but giving it a bad rep.
"O Manitu Creator...lead the humans right, by the wolf, the eagle,
the buffalo and man!"
looks at Sonja "Crom! Beware of false illusions in your path, Amazone Warrioress *wink*
O yielder to no man. Be well!"

Be well,
LordParzifal

onsdag 19 november 2008

Benevolence

(svensk version)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~Benevolence~~~~~~~~~~
~~
Harmony
in total
anti
egotistical
bliss
of nature
spring's
butterfly kisses
~~
God
you bore me
so much
seasons
standing still
watching
loud noises
speaking
silence clearer
satyric dance
of life
savoir faire
~~
been here
before
benevolence
to you
mea culpa
from violence skit
savoir vivre
reaching for life
wall of wet waves
from under
Mother Nature's skirt
from new birth
stranded we are
on this new shore
~~
in full
harmony
born
new self
nature's watching
you
as your waves
hit the woods
lack of balance
springs wet kisses
between us
angel
come up
from the sea
walk
into the land
with long legs
between the trees
tree between legs
spread out
tasting
the sap of life
nectar and juice
of intimacy
touch nature with your hand
beside it stands...
watch it's crown and glans
nature has it's (inter)course
~~
Benevolence
never been here
before
silence clearer
speaking
standing still
watching
so much to bear me
into your flower
in the seasons creations
nature's pumping power
spring
our mouths open
together watering
tongues searching
seeking, probing, meeting
entwining til
the blissful second
you realize
...I am you...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~31Mar-1Apr99~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LPWJ

tisdag 18 november 2008

The Witch

(svensk version)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~The Witch~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~
The witch plucks some candy with her long fingernail
from the bowl on her round table
watching you little child, her helping hand,
so you better not fail
or she turn you into some of the shapes the candy were made
and the reward will be not to eat one
but to be one
...of spiderleg, frogeye and venomous snake
from the craniumbowl another long black liquoricesnake on her tongue she tastes
Her icy laughter falling down piercing through
the room like hail
Do you believe this Witche's Tale?
~~
From ear to ear the tale was told
and from man to man from woman to woman from the Age's of old
the now ugly old lady from the beginning really was
in beauty standing bold
like the witches and murderers that really for the Herb's Knowledge
were stolen from us at the gallow's ends and scaffolds.
Do you believe everything you are told?
~~
The witch some candy with her long fingernail plucks
laying down in her corner watching her maiden now grown up
her helping hand, that are now two, your mate she found,
o what luck
double the speed of work and food is endless
since by magic conjured up it never stops
...of sweetest drinks, most tasteful dishes and meals,
pastries and endless cakes
from the table she is satisfied but thinks...watching that lovely tail
her only worry is that you will get a taste for it
and forever f***...
Do you believe the witch or the maiden was in most luck?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~5Mar99~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
L.P.W.J.

söndag 16 november 2008

Beauty in a Cage

(svensk version)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~Beauty in a Cage~~~~~~~~~~
~~
I touch you...you're in pain....suffering.....aching again
you don't mind, you snuggle close and take my hand in yours
you like me there and like to be there
when I cheer you up from all of your rage born out of the ache
My Beauty in a Cage.
Each time I cuddle closer
my arms of comfort around you
Days before your arousal was bliss to see but now I see you ache
My chest to yours...I see you feeling better but beneath it you ache.
~~
So many times I watched your sickness speak to me when a no is a yes and yes is a no
from when and to where go roads then go...
Seeing it and not able to stopping even trying
being close as ever feeling the suffering
watching the testing of the worth of it, the bond, the hold, by mentioning the unmentionable
screaming in anger at everything and all - speaking the unspeakable thought...your mind enfolds
instead of what we need and what we want...closer togetherness not apart
...wish you would'nt feel that way.....it's hard enough without hearing you say
"one of those days Im gonna miss you...even in my sleep"
wasting our precious time then catching up over and over again and again and so the story goes on and on
and then...your smile cracks through the clouds.
...your voice speaks to me...."leaning on you baby"
you watch my happy/sad smile as I watch yours.....we are one Together.
~~
I touch you...you're in pain....suffering.....aching again
you don't care, you wrap me in a close embrace
I cheer you up each day from your ache
My Beauty in a Cage.
~~
Your mountainclimb was huge - but peak of pain you conquered now
will go quicker down it other side and a fast recovery I know somehow
Tears on my pillow
dreaming of our picnic under the willow
when your ffingerss ain't sliieepfiiing and ache is NO MOER.
~~11Nov98
*Dedicated to Lisette and her struggles with Lymes disease.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LPWJ

Be well,
LordParzifal

torsdag 16 oktober 2008

Autumn Sonnet (Charles Baudelaire)

(swedish version)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~CHARLES BAUDELAIRE:
Autumn Sonnet~~~~~
~~~~~(from "Les Fleurs du Mal
(Flowers of Evil)".)~~~~~
~~
I) You ask me with eyes transparent and clear:
"Bizarre lover, tell me what you found
with me?"-Say nothing, just be beautiful, dear!
I can see innocence, unspoiled nature only in animal's bound,
~~
II) o rocking woman who knows how to reassure anguish clandestine,
and will not show you my heart's hidden pains,
it's nightblack legend which's been carved in with flames.
I hate the passion, and the thought makes the sickness mine.
(...and the thought makes the sickness mine!)
~~
III) But let us gently love. From out of his ambush draws
a gloomy god of love his bow; well I know
all that it has to offer, his old battery:
~~
IV) crime, fear, lunacy! Are not you like me,
o Marguerite, a sun for the clearblue autumnday to be,
my faded pale pearl, o so white and cool and frosty?
(...o so white and cool and frosty!)
~~~~~~~by Charles Baudelaire in 1857.~~~~~
~~~~~~~Rendered by Lord Parzifal Mid-Feb 1997.~~~~~


Be well,
LordParzifal

Flower Power (Tage Danielsson)

(swedish version)

~*~ Flower Power ~*~
(from "Collected
Poems 1967-1967")
~*~
In blossoms there are a kind glorious flowerpower,
a shaftheightmight
which brings new rosebudsbusttrust
to the cowslipstrifelife.
~*~
Flower power.
~*~
Of blossoms one get caulispious.
War is conducted by violetpistolettes
and tulipcannonships
and bombshell of pelargoniumuranium
in a lily-of-the-valley-battle-field.
Then you send a cat's-footnote
and talk anemonereason
with the enemies lingking
and then the war goes up in a yellow star-of-Betlehem-flame.
~*~
Flower power.
~*~
And should some amaryllisliquorish
get incapably cotton-grassedbuzzed,
become bloom- and petalfittal
and get chrysanthemumsimpleton
and start a queen of the nightfight
with the local speedwellconstable
he then gets himself a soft and tender bluebellknell.
After that he becomes immortellewell.
~*~
Flower power.
~*~
O the sweet life I olivelive!
One takes oneself on a wind-floweringjourneying
to bloomRome,
feeds upon rose-bushmash
and pinkdrink.
In fresh legumecostume
one can on classical ground garlicfrolic
to honeysuckleCapitol
and perhaps columbinecombine
an henbanecourtesan
with a florawhore
whom for some modest flower-bedbread
invites one to an herd's grass-interlude-amourous.
Then one should politely be milfoilgrateful.
And if one has no money cloverover
then one writes a chrysanthempoem,
a lovesick forget-me-not-down-dot,
and sings to a magnoliasignora
with a blouse of chlorophyllfulle
so maybe she freely camomillewill.
And then when the pockets are flowerfairbare
one is due to get on the thornroad
and work in one's botanyfactory
and wait for a new hayfriday
when one gets hair of the maidpaid
in sugar-peabrief.
~*~
Flower power.
~*~
In blossoms there are a kind glorious flowerpower,
little ivylady!
Take off your orchidperkskirt
and your rosespanties
and shower your blooming ivybody
flowerhappy and treeluckily
in our flower- and treelagoonspring!
~*~
Our flower power shower.
~*~
~*~By Tage Danielsson 1967.~*~
~*~Rendered by LordParzifal 16-21Oct95.~*~
(This is also named "Flower Power" in swedish in "Collected
Poems 1967-1967"...yes, that's right, of one of Swedens most
famous stand-up comedians as early as in the 60's and
anti-War personality who died in '85...Tage Danielsson).

By Tage Danielsson 1967.
Rendered by LordParzifal 16-21Oct95.
After the Death of my 19yr black cat Sabina had been buried in
the Garden October 9th...

~*~ LordParzifal ~*~


Be well,
LordParzifal

måndag 18 augusti 2008

Bagatuelle of the Bugging Bugs

(swedish version)

~*~ Bagatuelle of the Bugging Bugs ~*~
(Tempi: Vivace - Forte Allegro)
~*~
Irrational little flies on my computer screen
must die
(these senseless beings)
Irritating to the maximum of my mind
(don't you see my meaning)
Why don't they just fly out when they can
for a while
(I can't stop screaming)
~*~
Irrational little flies on my screen
stops the flow
creativeness seeming, concentration on top - steaming
and you can forget all your dreaming
~*~
A nightmare will not be my being
If they don't stop...then their being if they don't like my
being - shall be no more!
~*~
~*~22Nov97~*~
*...The Jester smiles at you. Fare thee well...*

insp. by Mozart in some strange way
~*~ LordParzifal ~*~

Be well,
LordParzifal

lördag 9 augusti 2008

The Oriental Fireplace

(swedish version)

~*~ The Oriental Fireplace ~*~

~*~
The oriental fireplace at my home
a japanese ancient artefact to long for
where there's a tale in each of the stones
from a time long ago
when tao te ching was born
~*~
Under the sycamore trees hanging down in the yards front
we sit on the old roots playing a game of GO
the Zen garden spreads out around us all
with its patterns from a hand that's slow
while meditating on its flow
~*~
making the round circles and bows in the sand around the roots and stones
as old as the ones in the fireplace with it's secret holes
only the owner, which is I, the loose ones knows
reading haiku while Sakura's playing through my room on instruments of old
the traditional piece effect's added by the real cherries in a red glass bowl
a black dragonpipe in comfort I smoke
laid back in front of the glow.
~*~
~*~
~*~1Mar99~*~
there's a shorter, more haiku-like, earlier version below.
~*~ LordParzifal ~*~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~The Oriental Fireplace~~~~~~~~~~
~~
The oriental fireplace at my home
a japanese ancient artefact to long for
where there's a tale in each of the stones
from a time long ago
when tao te ching was born
~~
Under the sycamore trees hanging down in the yards front
we sit on the old roots playing a game of GO
the Zen garden spreads out all around
with its patterns from a slow
hand while meditating on its flow
~~
making the round circles in the sand around the stones
as old as the ones in the fireplace with the secret holes
only the owner, which is I, the loose ones knows
smoking a pipe in comfort
laid back in front of the glow.

Be well,
LordParzifal

fredag 8 augusti 2008

Halfmoon on a Sunny Day

(swedish version)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~Halfmoon on a Sunny Day~~~~~~~~~~
*This was written on a sunny day out kajaking at the summer beaches
(yes we do have those in Sweden too) when the moon was early and the
sun still up. Memorized and written down after the arrival back home.
~~
I) Halfmoon...
...on a sunny day
The way I take, is any way
~~
Black Angel Choirs
Over the Far Distant Shore
Ancient Rhymes to Discover
...Over Yonder
~~
II) Drippings in a tunnel without light (a cave)
the might, the fright
like the biddings in the temple of love
~~
Through the reeds - in the water shore
the most precious stone
The Philosopher's Stone
~~
CH) (Halfmoon on a sunny day...)
~~
III) Distant ancient seamarks
shooting up from below
Ancient rhymes to discover
coppulating dragonflies (the reed is their forest)
(on the other side...)
~~
The swamp
the creek criss-crosses, swivels into (it)
Birches never seen
Rotting skulls (ponds) (floating in the water glade)
(Beckoning the Question)
~~
The sun sets in the Horizon (from where I came)
A black feather leads the way on the beach shore
white feathers on the water
(from the other side...)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~16Jul97~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LordParzifal

tisdag 5 augusti 2008

PANTHEON

Here the Lords Poems will lay
(alas you cannot hear the Lords Poetry today)

Här kommer även att finnas radanalyser och noter om dikterna.
Samt engelsk-amerikanska versioner av vissa blogginlägg; eftersom jag känner mig mer hemma att skriva i amerikansk stil. Amerikaniserad sedan födseln!
Vissa passar dock bättre i äldre engelsk version...

Be well,
LordParzifal