Friday, 28 November 2014

Dawn…In the Palace of Mirrors by James WF Roberts

Dawn…In the Palace of Mirrors 

(c) circa 2009-2011

James WF Roberts 

Drops of blood
On a China doll
Feel the beginning ebb—tide
Of a flood

Drops of salt on burnt
Scarred onion skin
In soft quiet platitudes
Dark, safe, quiet
All around circles squares
And diamonds;
Rolling in—out—in—out

Bright hot sun
Engulfs my mind, soul
Losing all self-control
Finding myself all alone
In a darkened wood,

I wandered along an uncertain path
Shadows whispering thru the
Falling autumn leaves

A hundred red pin pricks in the darkness
Following as I meander up that steep incline
A snarling, scornful cry came from behind…
It was getting closer, as I lead it thru the woods

Too busy, too busy looking behind
I fell thru the curtain of rushing, gushing
Waters; that colour and texture of aqua-milk

Landing miles from the top of the mountain
In the bottom of the sea, the pulse of a heartbeat
I was swimming on the top of waters deep…

Then like waking up bright from a rich deep sleep
I found my way to a wooden boat, on both ends
Serpent heads each holding a bright gleaming jewel
Within their blade like teeth; one jade, one ruby…

Fitting like a glove;
A castrated priest
Victim of his own sin
Monster to the innocents
The father, the ghost
And the tortured son
Tree of knowledge sacred spring
Fertile seed flung into the deepest
Depths of the mighty—mighty see

The foam—oh the foam
The froth of a latte
The head of a beer
Screaming at the lightning
Running from the rain

Repent! Repent!
The awakening is nigh—
So doth proclaimth
The seer;
Spread-eagled as she
Rose from upon that bed of nails
Full-figured and beholdn’t of all new life
From the sweet and tender cockle shell

Toasting us all now to the Dawn…

I sat on a soft silk cushion as
Dolphins pulled the boat
Like horses pulling a racing
Chariot; we shed thru water
Like a hot knife cutting deeply thru soft butter;

Every metre of our Journey we were
Followed by an ancient Owl
And three white and pure doves;
That never made a sound,

On a arriving on the shore,
I was welcomed by a Turtle
That was as big as any man’s land,
And allowed me to rest on its shell, for a time

Then I came upon such a splendour,
A castle, a palace of glittering, shining mirrors;
That sparkled like a diamond in the sun
For so soon Night was approaching;

I was soon clamouring down the smooth
And pale cave of Discovery;
Like the walls of a cave moving,
The Palace doors soon opened for me

Greeted, was I there, by Seven girls, dancing
Singing, playing harps, and flutes
Singing, playing harps, and flutes
And other wind and stringed instruments

They lead me to the feasting hall
Adorned with plants and birds, and butterflies
Fluttering now all around…

The Queen of the Castle,
Sat within a half-circled table
Above us all was the Sky Dome
Showing every facet of the heavens;
Underfoot was the Earth dome showing
Everyone—everything; who has,
Who is and who will ever live

The Queen of Dreams sat drinking
Her magic brew from a cup of gold;
She clicked her fingers and then came
Up the maidens; holding vessels
Of Bronze, Silver and Gold;

They took bites from the grapes
And the Peaches than they were past
To me and the Queen; the nectar
Of the Ancients was too much for me
To bear; so I quickly sank into a deep
Quiet, undisturbed sleep…

And in my dreams the Maidens
Sang, and in my head they danced away
The Horrors of the waking world;
Floating now upon a thick and milky cloud

Singing songs to soothe
The Darkness within all Men
Riding thru the Volcano of Awake
Intoxicated on the Vessel which holds all
Earthy, Sacred and Creative Desires;
Lying in the shroud of Earth and Soil and Plant

I slowly open my eyes; across my body
The only thing
I could feel was the fluttering wings
Of butterflies;
As I awoke the dome above of Fire, Orange and Red!
And she told the young flamed hair man;
The poet and the soon to be whatever becomes;

Repent! Repent!
The awakening is nigh—
So doth proclaimth

The seer;
Spread-eagled as she
Rose from upon that bed of nails
Full-figured and beholdn’t of all new life
From the sweet and tender cockle shell
Bring forth the moment,
Watch the unfolding man…

Purple—red—orange
Skies loss too much
Now in the moonlight moon
The soft and shallow Earthen bed—

Dormant temper fertile mound
Forests indebted to the water and the nutrients
So tough, so sweet, so soft, so succulent

Twice the distance around the sky
Down right now to the kernel in its shell
Fire—Ice—passion—light

Desire lust and passion—
Games we must all lose and play
Forever—losing to the moment;

With that mark of accountability;
We’re all hiding from today…

Darkness and love
All are gauged within her heart
Without her aspect
And all now must rejoice for desire
All reigns within her loins

The fire deep

Within the crusty shell
Of molten rock and Earth

Bubbling rising slowly
Flowing

Boiling slowly
Now rising again and again!

Dreamscapes patterns;
Fluttering on Butterfly wings

Who’s there now?
Dream within a dream
Losing sight of what’s not quite right…

And now its gaining speed
Force and momentum
The creaking Earth splitting
Whilst the petulant child

The hot blooded fertile
Almost fully grown girl—
Blood’s risen up

And hotter, hotter the tempestuous torture
That we all now feel
Feel the pain, the passion, the shame…

Born from heaven
Yet her occupation
Nowadays thought to bring about hell
And so she rose each and every step
She took the barren sand

Became lush, and green and living—
Trees swelled up as her
 Sweat touched the soil
And on her breath the
Birds and the beasts and insects bore

The first of a many, many lineage
And the she turned and saw behind
In front, above and below…

And closed her eyes
And dreamed a dream of perfect creation
Of her and in her—all the poisonous creatures
Whom would doom this land…

But mother’s being mother’s decided
The human race should live anyway…

Singing songs to soothe
The Darkness within all Men
Riding thru the Volcanic awareness of first born shame
Intoxicated on the Vessel which holds all


Earthy, Sacred and Creative Desires;
Lying in the shroud of Earth and Soil and Plant

I slowly open my eyes; across my body
The only thing
I could feel was the fluttering wings
Of butterflies;

As I awoke the dome above of
Fire, Orange and Red!
And all desire was lost in me;

All hope was gone from the Queen of Sleep
Justice—the Demon with a spark of pain;

Her champions soon lost all in vain…

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