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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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(untitled)#69
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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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(untitled)#68
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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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(untitled)#67
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everything is dust
lose one way – find another
weep with happiness
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In response to Magical Mystery Teacher‘s haiku – Teacher Continue reading
(untitled)#60
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walking cobbled streets
grown from Templar’s founding – now
echo with their ghosts
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ancient towns standing
testament to existence
buildings as headstones
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which ones shall we slay –
will god recognise his own
let his will be done
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is not mother church
a place of refuge – so lies
each genderless body
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even now decay
models durability –
our impermanence
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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.
(untitled)#58
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oh – don’t miss a beat
my heart of glass – fragile!
encapsulated
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plants remaining still
while all about lay strewn
fallen petals – shards
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oh sky overhead –
where is heaven for flowers
seven colours meld
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falling from the sky
rinsing spectra from the clouds
to lie upon snow
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snowflakes upon snow –
trails I once walked – blanketed
run-ways to the stars
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