You thought the lion was hidden

(that the dragon was an illusion)

now you see that your truths

are fantasies and

your fears are the truths,

you are too afraid to be

There are certain elixirs, golden keys,

rare delicacies that a man

might travel a lifetime just to taste, touch,

see, possess.

(Quest for the goddess

such a long journey

one grows weary,

grey, tired, old and worn,

yet travels on...)

Such is the magnetic force

of that invisible loadstone

first noticed by the cave-shaman

clutching his talisman

imbibing the moon

KATSU!

...the sound of the word is irrefutable... one cannot take it back Hosshin, sometime in the 13th century shouted KATSU! it was his last word. Signifying he had attained. He tapped his staff and was gone Like a witch, or a shaman or Merlin from Excalibur lifting his arms before blinking into another dimension

the new philosopher
amidst all his technology
still wonders
the same things as
Plato and Socrates

(we are here to be noble
and to understand the mysteries
fathom the heights of love)

DON'T LET THEM RUN YOU THROUGH

candle powered optical renditions
(memories of the opera house
burned so many times)

& the roman campaigns that paved Europe
set a gauge we still follow
except for those who wander off the tracks
into blood-mist
visions

(unorthodox miasma,
appears fatal)

They say the only sword
that can run you through
is your own

We do the poison dance
Crazy alchemists
fueled with infinite sources of light

Doubt of Ulysses

Perhaps I shouldn't have battled so hard
for so long to return
home

Enemies are slaughtered
kingdom returned
queen at my side

Yet I am ashamed that
I sometimes dream of
that wicked Calypso

Who held me captive those
seven years (despite the knashing of my
teeth and wailing in despair)

(Perhaps I'll sneak off in the night
push my boat back into the sea
and hope that the gods will
wash me once more,
onto that lonesome shore)