Rumination On a Long HistoryPerhaps it isRumination On a Long History by knittingknots
that we prefer the overlord's hand,
the feudal structure,
the noble telling us what to do,
taking his toll
from out sweat and blood,
while we weave myths
as blessed by Heaven.
Over and over again
we weave this pattern,
bearing our burdens
until the toll they take
is just too heavy,
and things explode
or someone from the overlord's ranks
breaks trust with the myth
and tries a new thing
in the end
reverts to the old patterns.
lathered in our own grief,
rinsed in our own tears,
Can we learn a new thing?
Can we teach this old dog a new trick?
That remains to be seen.
New Year's EveAnother year,New Year's Eve by knittingknots
See the lead fly
the words lie
the children cry -
winding the noose
that will hang us all
a little tighter.
FarewellFarewell,Farewell by knittingknots
all you golden ideas
from the Enlightenment,
concepts from the Renaissance,
the worth of the human.
We never fully believed in you,
and in our reaching,
our greed and grasping,
we have overstepped
with the dark clouds hanging over all,
we seem to prefer
the old ways better -
and the plunge into intentioned hatred
in the name of
no matter what the outcome.
AmerikaO beautiful for tear gas clouds,Amerika by knittingknots
for helmeted police,
for flash bang lights,
and armored cars
and smoke to keep the peace,
King Profit bids you grace,
Make money for the elite, please,
or we'll beat you in the face.
Paeon to King ProfitKing Profit's in his holy TemplePaeon to King Profit by knittingknots
(branch offices in banks and stock exchanges world wide)
let all the rich count income before him
(from stock, bonds, dividends, options, derivatives, bonuses)
(from exploiting workers, lobbying for unfair rules, getting sweetheart deals from communities, breaking environmental laws)
(from paying as little taxes, finding tax havens and putting as little back into the community as possible)
count income before him.
FirestormIf you setFirestorm by knittingknots
your world aflame
do not be surprised
if the heat
do not be surprised
at the sparks
at the smoke rising up
in an angry column
do not act shocked
when you walk across
a charred landscape
at the blackened earth,
the ruined hillside
Oh you flame bearers,
it doesn't matter
why you set the fire,
why you fanned the situation
until it burst into a conflagration,
when the flames rage out of control,
will feel the heat.
Unfinished Plots: A TankaUnfinished Plots: A TankaUnfinished Plots: A Tanka by knittingknots
Amazing the tales --
crystal bright in thought's own eye
filled with brilliant words
left there, hanging like clouds
an unfinished storm of dream
Too Many HerosToo many heroes with swords in my head,Too Many Heros by knittingknots
Crashing and bashing and waking the dead,
Heroic in leather, heroic in silk,
In plate and in chain and in stuff of that ilk,
Sigurd the brave, Cuchulain so fair,
Brian Boru boldly alone standing there,
Ulysses the cunning, Achilles the strong --
With heroes like these, how can any go wrong?
See them stand, see them howl--Beowulf joins the fight,
Grendal's bane saving Hrothgar in his armour so bright.
There's Roland, near forgotten, with his long sounding horn,
Lancelot stands alone looking lost and forlorn
Still they come, still they come, with their swords shining bright,
Come to rescue the weak, or just to have a fight,
Xena and Sonja, women of steel
come hither to fight or to just cut a deal,
Conan and Kull, nearly twins in their might,
The Eternal Champion fighting well through the night,
Tempus and Elric and the Gray Mouser so bold,
With Fafhrd to help him steal all my gold,
Samurai heroes with swords shiny and bright,
Shadow warriors spinni
Pass Through"Pass through, yes, pass throughPass Through by knittingknots
And where will this path lead you?
Take this winding road,
Hand in hand carry your load
This road to the shrine.
"Pass through, yes, pass through,
And will you know what to do?
The foxes stand guard,
The winter wind is very hard
There around the shrine.
"Pass through, yes, pass through.
Going they will let you through
The foxes in red,
Returning might see you dead
Leaving from the shrine."
The Castle TallSakura blossomsThe Castle Tall by knittingknots
drifting over open fields
beneath the high wall,
caught on a spring breeze that yields
to the castle tall --
The guardians kept their watch.
Once the moonlight watched,
shining brightly in the night
above the high wall
as they gathered by torchlight
In the castle tall
drinking sake unaware.
Cold the wind that blew,
broken-hearted winter wind
over the high wall --
wild geese crying of the end
to the castle tall,
death singing in full moon light.
Shadow did not hide
sword work flashing in moonlight
behind the high wall--
red blood flowing at midnight
in the castle tall,
guardians died unknowing.
Ruins reaching up
forgotten now is the place
where stood the high wall
long forgotten is the face
of the castle tall--
a lost heap of broken dreams.
No breath of grieving
is spoken by the pine trees
where stood the high wall,
curse binds human memories
of the castle tall --
curse echos through time to kill.
Dukkha: A ChokaDukkhaDukkha: A Choka by knittingknots
To live is to hurt
attachments entangle all
pulling the heartstrings
like pearls the tears fall
burning pains with each heartbeat
weeping mournful call
Noble truths are told
Paths to lift the painful pall
shifting gears to light.
Kannon, do you care for all
Shared pain, bodhisattva's call.
Ben Lomond, UtahYou could see it from long, long miles away,Ben Lomond, Utah by knittingknots
as the road ran over valleys and passes.
Turning a bend in the road,
I would discover it again,
jutting up to the heavens,
proud and broad,
a reminder that the journey would have an end,
and although long miles lay ahead,
home rested at the foot of that mountain,
safe in its arms.
Hot Flash at 3 AMHot flashes at 3 am turns fatigue into insomnia.Hot Flash at 3 AM by knittingknots
Chased out of bed I arise to ponder
the wayward vagrancies of the human heart
and the journey from maiden to mother to crone.
Reflecting on it all, I find it has been an interesting road.