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Der schlimmste Fehler
man könnte machen,
wäre zu viel Angst zu haben,
einen zu machen.
-
The worst mistake
one could make
would be to be to afraid
to make one.
Partially done as an exercise in German.
Description should be an ex post facto phenomenon
rather than one that instills sometimes venomous presuppositions.

This originally came to me in the context of Music, of Rhythm.
But I feel now that the same is true in a holistic sense, as well.
--
Ex post facto - Latin phrase meaning "after the fact", lit.: "from after [the] deed"
I've grown so very tired
of this vortex of ******* drama
innondating and drowning me.

You are to me
as if lighthouse
to wayward vessels
upon the seas.

You are to me
hope in a time of need.
You are to me
wisdom I'd better heed.
You are to me
quite a unique breed, indeed.

You are so much more to me
than words can ever even hope to achieve.
(How's that for cheesy?! Haha)
It's not that I want to be left alone,
it's that I want to be left to my own devices.
People left alone are left to their own devices,
but you can be with other people
as well as
left to your own devices.

To me, these people are called "Friends".
Wait, if Jesus died for our sins,
wouldn't his sacrifice be in vein
if we don't sin?

Or, is it that
he was killed
because of our sinful nature?

Further, would his selfless redemption have been possible without the ever-so-hated Judas?
Isn't he just as necessary as Jesus to this tale?
Just as the Devil is with God?

I guess I'm overthinking this.
Thinking begets trouble.
I hope the humour is seen..

Celebrate the return of the Light, the Path, the Way, the Anointed One(s): Horus, Sol, Apollo, Jesus, Eostre, etc. etc. Whatever language/culture you prefer/were taught to be biased towards.

The important thing is to celebrate the beginning of a new redemption; a transcendence of the frigid agricultural death known as Winter.

Symbolism rocks!

Remember,
moon worship is evil,
but unceasing war
over translations of parables
is a sacred duty.
"I'm gonna take the moral high ground
just so I can look down at them;
'cause, after all, that seems to be
what moral high ground is all about."
No offense to the Dung Beetles, of course.
Do whatever makes you happy as long as it doesn't hurt others.
"If you poured beer into a mason jar and sealed it with the lid,
would that be an 'open container'?"
"I dunno.. that's a good question.
I suppose it depends on the Cop with that sort of thing."
"Yeah, it'd either be a 'haha, go home,'
or a 'you're coming with me!'"
"When I can't figure a thing out,
I think: 'I must be ******* up somehow,'
as opposed to: 'this thing is stupid!'"

"I think that's a much healthier line of reasoning."

"No ****?"

"No ****."
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Lazarus looked up from his tea with a look of surprise.
At first, I was anxious and a bit fearful,
but his words quickly lifted my doubts:

"Ah-ha!
That scoundrel convinced me
it would take longer to get here!
I suppose that's a decent use of trickery..
at least I'm pleasantly surprised and not dead, or worse: disappointed!"

He looked at me and nodded knowingly.

"Scoundrel! I almost thought it would arrive too late!
See, I spoke to a friend on the desert coast-
well, he's a bit more of a jester I once tried to banish, really, but a friend, nevertheless!-
about some possible leads for finding this child.
He agreed to draw me a map based on his research.
However, the only thing is that this map
is shrewdly coded.

You see,
though I may be more frail now than in my youth,
I've certainly learned a thing or two
and I'm afraid I must accompany you,
for what do you make of this map?"

He showed me the scroll
and it seemed to be a sketch of the Kingdom with symbols for places and landmarks. Some parts were even upside down and there were several burn marks where the Volcano is. In the corner was an ink flurry I could only imagine to be the signature of the artist.. it seemed to read.. 'Scoundrel.'

Was 'Scoundrel' his name, or a title? A joke?
Certainly seemed to be fitting, regardless.
Clever little ******, I figured this trickster fella to be.

Seven locations were encircled in deep red,
but only three had an icon of the sun stamped with a golden ink.

"Seems like a treasure map."

"Of sorts..
a mad map drawn by a mad man for a mad quest.
Quite apropos, indeed.
The encoding would prevent those of impure mind from finding the child, should the worst happen to the bearer of this map. Leave it to a scoundrel to think to safeguard a map to the Chosen One against foul play. Wisdom can be found in such impishness as his, so long as the darkness doesn't break you. It takes one to know one, I suppose. Hah."

Lazarus turned to me and sat up straight, clearing his throat.

"Now, should you allow me to come with you,
I can decode it based on the clues we come across,
that is, unless you wish to make it on your own."

His expression was stern, yet infused with wonder and anticipation.

"The choice, my dear Dhorna, is yours."
Please forgive me that it took a while to write this. I've been busy/distracted. :)

Part Seven: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/905203/dialogue-with-anubis-entry-seven/

Collection: http://hellopoetry.com/collection/8147/dialogue-twixt-ioanna-and-anubis/

Apropos: adj.
Being both relevant and opportune

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/apropos
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I knocked.

A minute passed.
The slight chill bit mercifully
at my cheeks and down my spine.

Silence.

I knocked again,
somewhat more frenzied,
now ever so lightly shivering.

Silence.

I tried the handle:
it was locked.

It was cold.

So cold.

"What a strange thing,"
I murmured to myself,
"that a cabin would be here,
unattended,
in this surreal place.
Could this be a dream?
Perhaps a vision?
No.. I must be awake... right?"

A creaking then came
from within the cabin:
"Patience," boomed out
a voice both deep and distant,
"all shall be made abundantly clear in due time, mortal."

Had I awoken something
better off left dormant?

My heart felt as if it were racing and standing still at the same time.

A faint glow now emanated from the window in the door.
It flickered with the rhythm of a candle in mild wind,
but was persistent enough to stay aflame, nevertheless.

The glass was too foggy to discern a figure within.

A metallic rattle
echoed within my now startled mind:

The handle slowly turned,
and, for some reason,
I had the tenacity
to simply await it's opening:
Somehow, I was eerily calm.

"Hello," said a voice
that alone had more character
than anyone I'd met
in all my vast travels.

"Do you take your tea
with cream or sugar,
or just leaves in some water?"

Inquired the figure
cloaked in white
who I could only fathom to be
the Oracle I presently seek.
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*"I know enough to know I don't know enough."
I blinked and looked at the floor.
Were the rumors true?
What could this mean?

My nerves were oddly settled as he handed me my tea.
This tea had a fragrance so familiar, yet so.. exotic.
I couldn't quite place it... The steam rising from it was.. hypnotic.

"What do you know, Lazarus?"
I asked after a moment of silence.

"This child is a key, of sorts. He knows yet not of his power.
Some figure him to be the fountain of youth incarnate.
Others wish for him to be a clairvoyant seer, mailable unto their ends.
I'm not certain, but I've had dreams of this child since I was but a boy."

Lazarus paused and ran his fingers through his beard.
He sighed an unsettled sigh, heavy with burden.

"We set out tomorrow to find his family.
We must ensure that he fulfills his destiny,
whatever that may be.
We must be careful, though.
There is sure to be a terrible darkness seeking this child as well."
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*We came upon a rather large seeming hut in the town square.

"Is this an inn?" I asked my companion.

"Finest in the area," he said, winking to me knowingly.
"The purveyor and I go way back. We used to be in the same guild."

We walked through the threshold, which was a small arch with tanned hide hanging from either side forming a curtain. that hung to the ground. The smell of smoked meat and the chorus of drunken laughter enticed us to see what this mysterious establishment held in store.

"What sort of inn is this?" I asked Lazarus.
"The sort of inn operated by a fellow trickster; a mage. My apprentice, in fact- a sort-of jester of spirits, if you will." Lazarus smiled and pointed to the other side of the circus of a room.

There sat a man. Well, he seemed to be floating, really.
He sat about a foot above his seat, sipping a skin of what I could only assume to be wine of otherworldly quality.

"Ah, Lazarus. My old mentor! How are you doing these years?"

"Oh, Ormus, you were never one for subtlety, were you?"

"Subtlety is either a virtue, or a veil, my dear Teacher.
Was that not one of the lessons you taught us:
'He, who hides himself away
is either a coward or a master:
he, who reveals himself wholly
is either a fool or a master.'"

"Very good, Ormus. You study well.
However, it is the virtue of Balance
that you could never quite grasp," chuckled Lazarus.

"Perhaps my balance is simply different from yours, my Teacher," replied Ormus.

"Perhaps you are right...
Have you any rooms for my companion and myself?
We seek a child, foretold to be a Great One.
We require shelter and good company before we set out proper."

"Indeed you do,
and indeed I have!
The restrictions of dimension are no obstacle of a disciple of yours!
Suffice it to say that room can be made.
Who is this lovely one, with whom you travel? Why is she here?"

"My name is Dhorna," I said.
"If you think me weak, you bitterly underestimate me. If you think me cold, you sell me short. Yet, I know I've much to learn, and I find much mystery in Lazarus and in our quest. That is why I am here. Though I know I am easy on the eyes, do not relinquish the idea that I may be hellish to the heart, whether 'tis by steel or emotion. I can fend for myself."

"A pleasure to meet a maiden of such strong spirit." Said Ormus.

"There's much more than meets the eye, Ormus. She is no mere companion; she is a worthy warrior and a skilled scholar. Not just anyone would be called for this quest... she must have.. the gift of the Ancients."

They both looked into my eyes
and I felt a slight shift in reality, itself.
Such power was with these two
and, they seemed to think was with me, as well.

"Before you retire for the night," said Ormus,
"I must insist that we sit and drink and discuss things bygone, and things yet to come!"
hellopoetry.com/collection/8147/dialogue-twixt-ioanna-and-anubis/

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/909958/dialogue-with-anubis-entry-nine/
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It was slowly growing darker; the rain, more intense.
The sole idea of that distant cabin kept me going
as I traversed this wonderful jungle of a thicket
in awe of the sunset
so well juxtaposed by the downpour.

By now, the canopy was luminescent
with colors of dusk,
and I was hypnotized
by the sounds and smells
of this unusual deluge.
"We should make it illegal for it to be that hot!"
"Yeah, we're gunna arrest the Sun! It's gunna be great!"
".."
"I love you."
".."
"Well, why not?"
".."
"I am; you are;
what other reason
needs there be?
I love you."
".."
Some would surely call it "insanity",
I call it: "I truly have no ******* idea."
Suffer the ceaseless ponderance of implications!
".."
"Is ponderance even a word? If not, why not? If so.. why so?!"
The more you know,
the more you [ought to] know you don't know;
but the more you know you don't know,
the more you [ought to] know to learn.
"Well, ****!
I know more now than I did five minutes ago.
I like that."
I feel so cheated when I read a "did you know" factoid that I did in fact already know.
Cats **** up to 3.7 Billion birds annually.
Quiz: Is morality intrinsic?
On average, one Language dies each fourteen days?

That equates to about half of the roughly 7,000 Languages on Earth perishing in the next Century.
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2012/07/vanishing-languages/rymer-text
Did you know that words such as
"Experts say" and "New studies show"
are now called "Weasel Words"?

It's about **** time, in my opinion.

They appeal to anonymous Authority;
making claims with the validating factor being that
"Experts say" or "A new study shows.."

Truly a symptom of the Times...:

*Beware the power of Logical Fallacies in Social Psychology!!!
Suggested further reading:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weasel_word
http://liberalbias.com/images/content/fallacies-all.png
Zwar war es niemand ganz wie sie:

Ihre Augen waren hypnotisch,
und ihre Haare waren als einer schwarze Wasserfall,
der etwas für ein Feuer in mir abgekühlt hat,
während ein anderes Feuer entzündete.

An ihr zu denken
ist die Seele anzuzünden,
doch hätte ich es wahrlich
kein anderen Weg.

Sie leuchtet die Träume an,
die immer um ihr kreisen.
Das würd' ich nicht ändern
wenn auch ich könnte.

Ihr Haut kann so nah sein,
doch auch so sehr weit.
Egal wie erreichbar es ist,
lechze ich noch danach.
The (female) Ignitor

Indeed was there nobody quite like her:

Her eyes were hypnotic,
and her hair was as a black waterfall
which sated some sort of fire in me,
while another fire ignited.

To think of her
is to ignite the Soul,
yet I would have it truly
no other way.

She illuminates the dreams
that circle always around her.

Her skin can be so close,
yet also so very far.

I don't care how attainable it is,
I lust yet thereafter.
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Historical fiction, as it were.
Began as a language exercise.
I hope you enjoy it!
Die Nacht ist so gelassen.
So verlockend. So klar.
Ich sehe in der Dunkelheit was im Licht versteckt ist.
Ich höre in der Nacht was im Tag nicht klingt.
Ich verstehe um Mitternacht was um Mittag so verwirrend ist.
Ich will in der Nacht was im Tag unerwünscht ist.

Nacht, meine gute Freunde,
Komm und küss mich auf die Wange:
Umarm mich und lass mich nie wieder gehen.

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The Night is so serene.
So seductive. So clear.
I see in the darkness what hides in the light.
I hear at night what remains silent in the day.
I understand at midnight what is so perplexing at noon.
I want in the night what is so undesirable in the day.

Night, my good friend,
come and kiss me on the cheek:
Wrap your arms around me and never let me go again.
An attempt at writing a poem in German, with a translation into English included.
It's quite the quand'ry;
comes off as so ******* cool,
yet acts quite vile.

Inspirational
are  the perfidiously
Janus faced Lovers.

Perhaps not in ways
they would appreciate; yet,
a muse is a muse.
Title: The Perfidious

"You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer."
The Mind-Slaves
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking.
Why do we treat Obedience with more reverence than we do Critical Thinking?
(CONTROL)
Obedience is not a ******* acceptable substitute for Critical Thinking.
Obedience is not inherently bad, but unquestioning Obedience is tantamount to Fascism.
To Terrorism. To Americanism. To Consumerism. To Militarism. To Racism. To Sexism.
Obedience can never, ever stand in place of Critical Thinking.

If you want to get immersed
in a true story:
live your own life.

That is, of course,
unless you've allowed it to be set up
in such a way
that it is no longer
a true story.
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not an acceptable ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not so much your friend as is Critical Thinking!
Obedience is a ******* marionette string for those in power!
Obedience ***** up Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Slave!
Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Servant!
Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Tyrant!
Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Fascist!
Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a egocentric power-hungry ****!
Your Obedience is not equivalent to your ******* worth, nor is your ******* wealth.
The number of people who idolize you is not a quantification of how good you are!

Obedience is a way to circumvent Critical Thinking!
Obedience is a way to usurp Critical Thinking!
Obedience stifles Critical Thinking!

Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
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Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
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*
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Different people have different Paths.
Different people have need different Answers,
and I'm ******* glad I'm different because many answers I've seen seem like utter *******
and thus I pose my own Questions and Answers.
Just because
it's not the thing for you
doesn't mean
that those who like it
are wrong.

To be e'er so militant
about what others should and shouldn't do
is akin to enslaving minds;
sacrificing their divine right to free will:
what sadistic demon possesses you?

Some people like coffee,
and some people drink tea,
some people drop LSD
and some smoke peyote;

I think it's all well and good
if you know who you are;
what you enjoy and cherish
may not be the thing for me.

I've said it before,
but, one more time:
To each his own,
but I'm ******* keeping mine.
In terms of a business, religion and government,
Diffusion of Blame is such a genius legal move
at the same time as being such a dastardly one.
Become so good at what you do
that the Others can't ignore you.
God of Intoxication and Inspiration;

Your Shadow aspects
so ravenous
so relentless

To disrespect Dionysus
is to find deepest despair
physically and mentally.

To respect Dionysus
is to welcome, in time,
insight and understanding.

Moderation is key.
It's a whole lotta fun
to write while intoxicated,
but not all of the things
that come to mind while inebriated are good ideas,  
though, a lot of them are rather, shall we say..
"Inspired"
US to Russia:
"Stay out of Ukraine!"
meanwhile, the US
still occupies and meddles
with Iraq, Afghanistan,
and all those Pacific Islands
and those are just the ones
we know about:

We don't seek morality;
we're just jealous and envious.

If **** hits any fan,
we want it to be our fan
******* up the ****
of whatever barbarians we see fit.
I wish to clarify,
if such is needed,
that much of my writing
is not written from the top of a tower
(at least I like to think it isn't...)

Much of my writing is the recourse I seek
when I see signs of things with which I disagree
brewing up inside of me.

When I write 'you'
I might sometimes be talking to me.
When I write 'one'
I may sometimes be passive-aggressively targeting myself.

My rancor is seeded by observations
but I am also subject to those observations.
In fact, I'm my closest point of reference.
Once the subconscious is conscious, one can apply conscious effort to their potential subconscious.
Everyone is creative.
Everyone has talent.
Few are disciplined.
Many are called to it-
a craft, an art, a way of life,
but very few are chosen by it.
Should ye prove thyself worthy,
it will take you into consideration:
it's called a discipline for a reason.
Get to know it.
Suffer for it.
Impress it.

Loyal disciples tend to gain blessings.
Inspired by the saying
"many are called but few are chosen."


-
Hashtag storm:
Consistency is one kind of Discipline,
capacity for change is another.
Observation
of the Unseen
begets discovery;

Discovery
is wrought
of blasphemy.
Perhaps a vague homage to Alan Watts.
The only difference
between who you are
and who you want to be
is what you do
"Could you not do that in here?
It's just that I'm trying not to do it when she's here.."

"Oh sh-... sorry, I forgot."
"Oh, you're fine, it's just that I wanna be able to know
if it isn't."
Just because
it's cool that you can
doesn't mean
it's cool that you *do.
It is all
up to
our
discretion.

That is,
simultaneously,
our greatest gift
as well as
our greatest curse.
Speak only when it improves silence.
Disillusionment is the price one pays for Truth.
One cannot seek one without the other; to isolate one is folly.
"The distance
'twixt dreams
and reality
is called
action."
Divination is a tool for Satan
unless done in a Church
or for a Ship
or at the Olympics
or..


They have you curse the names of the things they have you do.
Creativity and Imagination in the minds of Mortals
is where the Divine and Mortal intersect.
Seek the Divine Source
present within all things.
Divinity is all around us, yet no deity is to blame.

A world of wisdom is there to be explored
both in the outside World and the universe Inside
if only we allow ourselves to break our fixations
and to overcome our own shortcomings
and forgive those of others.

Empathy. A word created by it's absence.
Compassion. A word fortified with guilt.
Enlightenment. A word used as a carrot on a spiritual stick.
Virtue. A subjective and metaphysical code of honor.
Love.

Words are but tools. Signs upon the path.
They weave into an intricate map of reality.
A subjective map. A distorted map.
The map is not the territory.
One must acquaint one's self to the territory
before the map can be put into it's proper context.

Words are funny tools.

Used for every purpose.

By both good and evil. Truth and lies.
Profit and charity. Prophet and atheist.

They are limited. They are imperfect.
Such is our Communication,
Such is our Perception,
and thus
Such is our reality.

Life without death is non-existence.
Cherry-pick your exposure
that you won't have to deal
with those parts of yourself
making you uncomfortable:

Keep running from the inside
if you so insist;
running in smaller circles,
I want to witness it:
faint from the dizziness.
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