A man built a
stone wall in
a place which
was not his to                              
reside. It was
torn down ‘til
he killed the
other person,

  Therefore a council, the ‘Council of the Commons,’ was called to order. It was from this foundation that early man found truth in matters through debate. It was a way of reckoning with problems and resolving disputes and contained three members; a king, a judge and their god -who came before the shrill cries and lamentations that day to hear the case of the stonemason. It was gathered at the temple of the god.

Lugal; “In what is good and what is just, I imagine a verdict that treats the people as wholesome; is just.”

Dekōōd; “For you believe, as all rulers do, that justice leaves are but for the few, the man who acts can never do, a thing unjust for his reward is due, but in this you err, unlike in battle, for people humanely; cannot be treated as cattle.”

Dinĝir; “And what of me? What my concern? What offering more, than blood-on-earth; in turn?”

Lugal; “We are not here in glory nor in battle but save for the prayers of these people; our chattel.”

Dekōōd; “I am not here for you, nor here for thus, nor daimones due, I am the judge, and adjudicate, I must! No matter solemn, or ill or gravely hearted, to sufferers who mourn, a dearly departed. If laws were broken, so have I been called, as one of three who judges, judges all, and so be it, until a time, that such a thing as rule, has ceased to rhyme, and man has ended, for all time!”

Dinĝir; “Very well, very well indeed, their incense is pleasing, their temple cleaned, their prayers heard, devices expected and meat and porridge and genuflective, these subjects are a thrill to me, go forward council, you two of three. I shall not make my move as much, until you humans, consider such, but once you pass a judgment on, this humble man of stone and brawn, just say the verdict and I will act, as Dekōōd has judged him, for his attack.”

Lugal; “Quiet now! Hush all, be quiet, lest I consider, your shrills, a riot, and put you down, for I decree, over all that you know, and all that you see, a final arbiter, of the law, I am your King; the king of all!”

Dekōōd; “And I your judge, your voice of reason, who discerns the meanings, the acts and treasons and takes the place of him that died and points thy finger and convicts those that lied!”

Dinĝir; “Mmmpfh, crunch, gargle, ummped, mmmpfh…pig! …and it’s roasted well…mmmpfh, smack.”

Dekōōd; “Come before me, bring that stonemason, and the family come forward, come quickly, quickly hasten, and the accusers tell, your tale of woe, and I’ll assign his character, if it is low.”


“I am wife, was wife to he, the man a farmer, and husband to me,
These here, his children, all eight of thee, and that land there, was given to us, you see,

By that great king, Oh Lugal, it is I, and he was a lieutenant, in the wars of honor, on your side,

Which beget you your kingdom, thus you granted these lands to him, whom did, his duty,

And that monster, the mason, his wall upon them doth rent away, -their beauty,

After our reproach, he did slay my hus-band, his blood now spilt, and washed upon, our land.”

Dekōōd; “Come before me now stonemason, show me your face, over there, yes, that’s your place, stand at that podium and tell us now, give us your case, but remember how well you plead, shall determine, your fates."

“I may have built my wall as such, plans offset by hills that roll but I did nothing wrong except to error,

I did not commit this claimed terror, her husband attacked me before we could reason and that was it.”

Dekōōd; “You call that eloquence? Well then, eye for an eye, tear this man apart, until he has died, and as he lie dying, Diĝir, it’s your turn, devour your portion, for the rest, we shall burn!”

Lugal; “For I am Basileos!”
Dekōōd; “For I am Basilicas!”
Dinĝir; “For I am Basiliskus!”

“The king, a judge, your god; the three,

…and this, as such, is our, decree!”

The smoke, the billows, fires flare and winds; strange noises that perplex,

the scented attar waffles through and the bubbling of the brew,

all of this in rit-u-al, we find in the witches kylix.

Who does she send to Charon’s boat to cross great river Styx?

After she’s been boiling them, in the peculiar witch’s kylix...

The onlookers strain at the fantail feathers of a hazy orangish moon,

all the animals and hidden watchers are captured by a swoon,

for something carried in the smoke makes everything betwixt,

and no one knows exactly what, is in the witches kylix?

Some saw smoke against a clear night, while lesser ones caught a smell,

watery mouths, sweet tasty smells, so tantalizing, lead them to a boiling hell.

Who thinks to ask, who begs a question, an old woman and cauldron in the sticks?

Who cooks at night out in the dark with just an iron kylix?

Her eyes reflect when you show yourself, you shudder at the thought,

a predator, hunter on the prowl, perhaps you is what she sought?

That evil star-shine is the signal for you know what is this game,

but the hunger pangs and roiling stomach nearly double you in pain.

You ignore the bones of many sizes, as wolves whimper in the distance,

and you realize to late it seems that you are her subsistence,

-bubbling in the witch’s kylix.

This one is blackened dark as pitch; two handles shaped each like a six,

and you inside cooking quickly, a classic witches kylix!

Beg the night, pray to the moon, slap your face and make it quick,

or you’ll be caught by the swoon and end up in the witches kylix.

The rock I kicked was simply granite, not to take my life for granted but smacking up against the curb contrite I might put it for blurb, it felt like more than boredom’s play, a sour sadness I felt that day. It speaks to age the days remembered the way or form my sentence is tendered, for that younger one would surely say, “I don’t know, I don’t feel like play.” Prodded further, questioning why, blank expression on face of mine, I stood there lonely with rock my friend, but certainly remember not knowing how to begin.  Kick it, catch it, pop it off grey rail and roll it does into the street, where suddenly I’m forced to meet some silly girl her hand struck out, who tries too hard for friends no doubt! Trying hard to make me greet her, getting closer and ever sweeter, I focused on my play with rock and finally she just gave up.

  New town, new street, new school, new house and now I’d have to run about, to find a whole new group of friends all while still miss my old friends and this silly girl with her shenanigans.  She is pretty, her dress is nice, I like her shoes too but I must ignore her to get new friends or I’ll never pal around with other boys again. That’s what girls do. Make you silly to the other boys who say you’re frilly with dolls for toys, dainty acting like a girl and called a bunch of funny names and never picked at wall-ball games.  Not me, no Sir, I’ve moved before, made mistakes by being friends with girls, sad enough I need no more being friends with her would be a chore.

  What’s wrong with her? It’s been all day and never have I with her played but here she is hours later having at my side whole time just stayed? Now we’re walking home and it’s getting dark; we get to entrance of the park, the woods and shadows make it scary, I look over at her and she’s afraid and suddenly I’m glad she stayed. I slow down so she’s next to me; I press my lips tight and **** it in so she can’t tell that I’m frightened. In my pocket were some rocks to use in case there’s a fight, I puffed my chest to show my might and I held her hand really tight as we walked into the quickening night. I told her not to worry much because I’m good with rocks and fists and such. I walked her all the way to her front door pretending like it was a chore; man-o-man did it take a while but when we got there she sure did smile.

  She kissed me sweetly on the cheek, something that I did not seek but for me, it added to her mystique.  I ran through the neighborhood, my happy world beguiling and when I got home I still was smiling! Door slammed shut, Dad is lazy. Mom is cooking and I smell mash n’ gravy. She asked if I had fun and played, I smiled thinking of the friend I’d made.

Who you are is what you love and what you need,
Wrapped in your heart in all the things that you believe,
Shine your light in a paradise, sailing up to heaven’s seas,
You were born of amazing love and running wild, running free,

Who you are is how you love everything you see,

And oh how I love everything about you, -my baby,

What you need, what you believe, heart’s paradise, wild and free,

Shining up to heaven in amazing love; everything you see wrapped in your love,

...and my heart quivering anxious beats, for girl you’re everything I need,

…ever wanted or imagined, flamboyant jester for your passions.

From what’s below so as above and here I stand frozen by your love,

To gaze forever 'like-some-ancient-Greek,' and girl you’re everything to me,

Who you are is what you love and what you need,
Wrapped in your heart in all the things that you believe,
Shine your light in a paradise, sailing up to heaven’s seas,
You were born of amazing love and running wild and running free,

And girl you’re every-thing to me,

Who you are is what you love and what you need,
Wrapped in your heart in all the things that you believe,
Shine your light upon the paradise, sailing on up to heaven’s seas,
What you need, what you believe, heart’s paradise, wild and free,

And girl you’re every-thing to me,

And girl you’re every-thing to me,

Wrap your heart in all the things…

And girl you’re every-thing to me,

Who you are is what you love and what you need,
Wrapped in your heart in all the things that you believe,
Shine your light upon the paradise, sailing on up to heaven’s seas,
What you need, what you believe, heart’s paradise, wild and free,*

And girl you’re every-thing to me…

She who stands there, he who leads,
Are One to which my praises plead.
I ask of you such great forgiveness,
Your face shines bright, your image livid.

Grey spots upon the Holy Moon,
Form your bust, to it I croon,
I ask again; whisper, pray and plead,
Show me a sign from sacred steed!

I toot my Gudi, crash the Gong,
And cry for Cheon-A-Ma-Chong;
I play my series in metered eights,
in line with movements of the greats.

I plot their paths in sky you see?
Your eight movements,
Eight hooves in cleats!
You breathe out the fire of the Sun,
Head held high at night as one,
The Zodiac your wings as such,
And planets, the hooves, a final touch.

Fires issue from your mouth,
Burn up the sea-water in the south…
Heavenly I hear your roaring,
and the fullness of your glory,
Your starry eyes the flux of sea;
as you swim the depths and round the tree.

Whose skull we hooked once I reminisce,
Terrible creature from the Abyss;
Oh Horse my love, construct of mind,
and she who gallops for all time,
...measures for the heaven’s seat,
Sets placement of all deities,
To you I fall upon my knees,
Hippolytian by decree,

Take me!

-take me to your Cosmic Sea!

Two Maronite schoolchildren practice their English…

“Cedars! Cedars! Cedars!”
“See theirs, seethers, Caesars,
See her cedars Caesar?”
“See here, a sea-fare and see there?
And oh, I see Sir?”
“Do you see her? Yes I see Sir, -Caesar!”
“Cedars! Cedars! Cedars!”

And they are descendants of Solomon’s thirty-thousand, the great-grandchildren of Hiram’s workers.

“Sol Indiges!”
“Sol Invictus!”
“Sol-Ammon!”

“Now children, how do the three monkeys act?”

“Sol, the root of solar and it means the Sun, it means also to see or sight as it infers the light of seeing.”

“Am means fire but it is also the meditative word, Aum, therefore it cannot render evil through sound!”

“On is Egyptian and it connotes speech so it represents hearing.”

The instruction in language is not terse. Requiring broad-based understandings of how the West characterizes ideas. These two are particularly adept being taught from birth in both Maronitic and Latin and now English, in preparation for their exodus, as home has become a battleground where they must leave soon. Only in the West can they find peace and practice their faith so expressively. Only in the West can these two girls attend school if their lands are befallen…

“Now children, what does this mean?”

“See no evil!”
“Speak no Evil!”
“Hear no Evil!”

“And that children, is the Wisdom of Solomon!”

Breaking news! CNN reports that a car bomb has exploded in the ancient Lebanese town of Mejdeloon. Shocking footage now of a series of homes that have been reduced to rubble near a Maronite Church where rescuers are just now pulling out the bodies of two young school girls. Christopher Talias reports live from the Lebanon.

“Sol Indiges is the voice of god,"

Sol Invictus, in light, his mind;"

*Sol-Ammon is the understanding and wisdom for all time!”

Proof that,
  sun,
is singularity

Black holes...
and sunspots
are,
     "black."

So Icarus,
the first attempt,
      at
       -time-travel.