like the waves I tried

but somewhere along the way

lost my heart to stone

cast away to sea only

pushed up on a distant beach


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you leave me again

in a kaleidoscope world

ten thousand visions

each a mirror reflecting

fragments of a broken dream


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through its setting pall

ten thousand people come to watch

rats to the piper’s call

I follow – but left behind

stand wistful upon the shore


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everything is dust

lose one way – find another

weep with happiness


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walking cobbled streets

grown from Templar’s founding – now

echo with their ghosts


ancient towns standing

testament to existence

buildings as headstones


which ones shall we slay –

will god recognise his own

let his will be done


is not mother church

a place of refuge – so lies

each genderless body


even now decay

models durability –

our impermanence


Now a modern city of ~ 75,000 people, the Massacre of Beziers took place in Languedoc, France, in 1209 A.D. The city was sacked by crusades against the ‘heretic’ Cathars and accounts suggest up to 20,000 were put to the sword.

Churches were broken open and those that had sought refuge were slain – up to 7,000 in the Church of St. Magdalene. The crusaders did not respect the supposed inviolable sanctity of church ground.

It is alleged that when asked how to recognise the heretics from the townsfolk, the Abbot replied ‘kill them all – god will recognise his own’.

Rather than God and Satan, Cathars considered that perhaps there were two gods – one good, one bad. The papal church viewed this as Satanism. The Cathars viewed the humans as the encapsulated souls of genderless angels. Perhaps they were right for the subject of sex returns to plague the modern day Church.

We shall never know their true beliefs as Catharism was destroyed along with most of its relics and works and their religion likely forms the root of the word ‘catharsis’ – to discharge pent-up emotions, probably from the torture that was used to encourage the betrayal of friends and family, a lack of zeal for which was considered to be a lack of commitment for the One True Church – or to expunge a problem.



oh – don’t miss a beat

my heart of glass – fragile!



plants remaining still

while all about lay strewn

fallen petals – shards


oh sky overhead –

where is heaven for flowers

seven colours meld


falling from the sky

rinsing spectra from the clouds

to lie upon snow


snowflakes upon snow –

trails I once walked – blanketed

run-ways to the stars