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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.

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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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with a lantern search

the gloom of this world – darker

for a deathless me

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behind a black veil

a life-full of dark secrets

will you choose: I do

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an arranged marriage

will we make an old couple

wedded to this world

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dew to quench the fire

shall I ever be alone

do not fear to leave

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in this shadow world –

this nether-nether land –

is there still magic?

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from source to soul

detoxify the mirage –

a matrix of lies

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each train ride –

a tourniquet of boredom

constricting my heart

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character review:

a blank personality –

my poker face

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descrying this world

conscientiously objecting

to normalcy

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methods twist –

where darkness falls – reason lies

invoking nature

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earth, water, air … fire!

fingers twist conjuring shapes

transforming futures

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bitter thoughts attack

 inaction’s utter violence –

the calm in my eyes

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the mundane facade

before it is unleashed

prepare for the storm

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feel the pressure wave:

smell the rain before it falls –

hear the gust – it comes!

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sliding doors open

silently disappearing

the calm of the night

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this thread I walk –

this tangled web:

where dost it lead?

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The Way Of The Tao

people say they know me – knew me

a poor man – crazy man:

Ha-ha-ha! Ho-ho-ho!

Old and battered but breathing

the subtle things;

but now they say they don’t  – didn’t

unable to rely on appearances – experiences

the sickness is illusion

and it is fortunate to meet

with men wise to the Tao

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Haiku-heights theme: desert

long my shadow falls

across your sheer faces –

the low angled sun

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a fine thread sewn

into the curved hips of dunes

footsteps in the sand

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each grain of rice climbs

the arcuate dune lifting

ripple by ripple

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yearning for water

winds dry the salt on my skin

a deceitful kiss

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the sky shimmers

seven colours play

with promise

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sand grains jump

excitedly

emulating rain

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just a shower

of heavenly light – all else

evaporates

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