3 haikai ballads

cheap gold fighting ringsone on each finger - with bladestight fingerless gloves -as neon dream warriorswe seek and destroy demonscame we upon themsleeping in their mystic caveshiding in their visions -we slew them with fists and knives

when we left that place we sang

ancient mythic souls

beneath desert stars we march

rotating our line -

through once proud fallen cities

silent and full of nothing

at sunrise we camp

as dawn scorches endless sand

in shadows and holes -

without compunctional thought

we are sharp fierce animals

at sunset we move

our women laughing off fear

these are our habits -

once we told tales of childhood

now we only kill for songs.

-

thus does our tale start

and brave corpse be any fool

fain would interrupt -

this parable's momentum

with craven compliance.

HOW A SERVANT WAS PROVIDED BY THE WYRD

"Who goest where ?""A traveler traveling .""Whence do you come and whither do you journey, traveler ?""I journey upon my own errand .""Then travel thus in peace .""I will not travel down that road .""Which road ?""Any road a fool defends ."'Then draw your weapon dead man.'"My weapon has been drawn and its work is fresh .""How say you thus ?""How say— ?""Why . . . ?""For thee be ghost now ghost and shall walk before as pathfinder and decoy through these endless wastelands of mechanics and dour creatures."

jp 31-08-13 (June 2007 via 2005)

more items →

mindful

http://is.gd/3ballads

http://www.wayofwyrd.com/introduction_pc.html