Reflecting on My Curse

(svensk version)
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~~~~~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...
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*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

Torn Between Two Horses

(svensk version)
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~~~~~Torn Between Two Horses~~~~~
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Torn between two strong horses
one that always been faithful to me
and one that makes my heart bleed
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Torn in the middle of struggling beasts
lying awaiting listening for a sound
to get suddenly bored raise up and run
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Torn in my heart in my soul in my mind
to grant the roman emperor a feast
of my carnal carnival and spirited spirits
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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
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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

I am Seeking the Arts for Inspiration

(svensk version)
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~~~~~I am Seeking the Arts for Inspiration~~~~~
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I am seeking the Arts for inspiration
when love runs cold like a winter lake
purification purgatory when lake spring floods again
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Dancing in the glade
hidden old rhymes in a new song
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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
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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...
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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.
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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

The Oriental Fireplace

(swedish version)

~*~ The Oriental Fireplace ~*~

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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.
~*~
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~*~1Mar99~*~
there's a shorter, more haiku-like, earlier version below.
~*~ LordParzifal ~*~

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~~~~~~~~~~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