War Scattered Roses

But before I forget, in a fit of cum and courage I wrote this as a comment to JFW's poem, and I am not so creative as to think of something particularly pungent or lucid this morning, so I am posting it here so that it doesn't get lost in the white snow. It's still untitled, like me, but scattered roses almost works. My own little rubicon. Trying to not care anymore. Forced apathy is so much sadder than the real thing. Seriously, I need more coffee.

War Scattered Roses

I saw that sainted mask that called,
Love came and spread like blood in my veins,
That he would call out my name,
Filling me with the Friend, completely emptied me.
Friends tattered robes set ablaze and filled this place,
Only he remains, as all is He.

Arise from that Cave, in Andalucia,
Oh what a song of jubilee there will be,
well not song, rather, let's dance,
And scatter roses and pour wine;
We'll shatter heaven's roof, and
lay a new foundation.

If sorrow raises armies to shed
The blood coursing through friedship's veins,
I'll join with the wine bearer, with
Sharpened spear, to overthrow them,
and rise up from darkened sickness,
weakened king

We would shout, and cry:
"THE BEAST IS SLAIN!"
Or not even loud cries,
With a sweet string at hand, and sing
a sweet song, my friend, and then repose
from song and dance, and turn
but to nods and hushed silence
at the nights demise.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 23, 2006, 5:12am EDT

Will, what you have is very strong imagery but I find it confusing - perhaps because I'm tired. You seem to have two quite distinct and unrelated things: the prose-poetry in italics and the War Scattered Roses. In the latter, correct me if I'm wrong, there is a contrasting Abrahamic spirituality contending with the pagan.

Or I need to drink less coffee and get some sleep. Which I'll do, and come back to this later for another look - because my interpretation is probably way off the mark.

Magi

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Will Evans Jun 23, 2006, 5:23am EDT

Nikola, What are you doing up at this time? Are you beginning or ending? The italics are memories of my dream this morning. I have attached no significance to it, but wanted to write it down anyway.

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Will Evans Jun 23, 2006, 5:40am EDT

So I decided to split them - so that it makes a little more sense, if that is possible at this time of the morning.

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John F Walter Jun 23, 2006, 10:53am EDT

If I ever end up in Valhalla (even for but one night, in transit glorium) I want this read to me while I watch Terry Gilliam's THE FISHER KING over and over. I may just finally believe the truth, that I've known the secret to my life all along, and it is......
THE BEAST IS SLAIN!

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 23, 2006, 8:12pm EDT

Will, what on earth are you doing? Having got some shuteye and into my third cup of coffee, I've come back to this - where is the rest of the prose you had in italics? The first para was pure poetry, and most vivid, if I recall correctly. Are you going to develop the missing piece?

I still see Abrahamic spirituality as well as contrasting paganism - more Bachus/ Ancient Rome than Valhalla - and enjoy the contrast. I hope there's a spare place at the table, if not the cavorting.

Magi

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