Monday, 20 April 2015

The 13 Assassins or A Tale of Woe or What goes On where Power thrives


The movie The 13 Assassins is an incredible tale of thirteen warriors setting out to right the wrongs done by a group of wrongdoers. A parable perhaps...read into this what you will.

The Journey starts

A band of warriors oh so bold
Each one a champion of Right
Each one a great and shining Light
Each one a Spiritual Warrior

Behind they left their ladies fair
These damsels beautiful did care
When off their knights in armour rode
To keep the kingdom safe from harm

Each knight man of noble birth
All known for gallantry 
King's men were they
The self same ones known throughout history

The Forest

Deep into forest thick they rode
Along hidden paths thundered their chargers 
Steel tipped hooves did churn the leaves
That over narrow pathways were strewn
Red, orange and brown they were
Colours of autumn fading soon

Bravely flew the plumes 
From helmets bronzed and gold
Their armour dappled by the light
Streaming through the trees
And from far off bells chimed and tolled
In villages around the land
Telling of the news

The Fairy Scene

Other denizens of the forest heard the sound
Of crashing thundering hooves
The tree elves and fairies bright
Who called to each other through the night
What is going on!

Queen Mab the faery Queen
She who ruled the Otherworld 
Where all was misty white and green
Tendrils of gossamer threads she wove
Into the dreams of man
Enchanted he became
Never to wake again

She called upon her changelings
Grey they were and invisible

Serving in many ways
Infiltrating the lands of man
To bring back news and other things
Of import to the Queen
Secrets whispered hurriedly from mouth to ear

Mutilated he did She

A new Lord has appeared it seemed
One whose brow was dark and mean
Whose gimlet eyes were sharp as swords
cruel and vicious man was he

Already known a son of a former Shogun
Brother to the one who did now rule
But well disliked by all
Even the Shogun's ministers 
Hated his cruelty as didthe rest

Cut off had he the arms and legs 
Off a samurai's daughter when
The clan rose up against his terrible ways
But fought a losing battle did they
And captured they were put to death
All of them

Then cut out her tongue he did
And used her as a plaything
Till tired of her, he threw her away
What Does Go On

This is what goes on in every land
In different ways forsooth

But always with the same result
Killing, mutilating, harming innocents


and so it is

Sunday, 19 April 2015

Musings on The Heart of Glass, a film by Werner Herzog


Werner Herzog was a great film maker and it is a joy to watch his movies. This is an essay on the loss of the secret of making Ruby Glass when the creators died. enjoy....

The Mist

White mist flowing over the hills
Never touching to the ground
Nor the tops of trees
Slowly it moves
Not a sound is heard

White mist parts
Glimpses of blue sky
Nothing else can be seen
Soundless it is
Break of Day
man he sits peering at all this
Yet nary a word says he
Watching another land emerge
Atlantis long submerged has risen once again

The folk they gather at break of day
To wonder at the sight
They speak of
Giants
Mermaids 
too
But nary a word of men

Secret of the Ruby Glass

Two men in tavern they do drink
And talk about their deaths now closing in
It matters not to them
Rich have they been throughout their lives
In creativity 

They found the secret of the Ruby Glass

You Lazy Slut!

The young maid lies beneath her sheets
Her body languid bare
A sheen of sweat her body dews
Not yet awake to the new day
Dreaming of a pool of light

Wake up wake up you lazy slut
The mistress she doth cry
Pulling all the sheets awry
To see the black socked body lying there
So still

Family Glassworks

The young man gazes into mirror
Looking deep into his eyes
Seeing there reflected
Wondering how to make the Ruby Glass

His father crippled the past twelve years
Sits in his chair cackling mirthlessly
The son his shoes he doth presents
No no the father cries
Carry me and we will see
Wherein the secret lies


The secret to making Ruby Glass

Turned Into Stone


Once more the furling mist drifts by
Covering again the somber sky
Waters of the lake reach out onto a far off shore
The mystic now sits he on top of hill
Foretelling emptiness and devastation
All are dead turned into stone

My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done...


cnwriter..carolinaBy cnwriter..carolinaThis is written after watching the movie by Werner Herzog, My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done which was inspired by a true story. It is dark and strange.

The River

The mighty river storms
Along its craggy banks
Breaking up against the rocks
Surges of white foam boiling

On drifts of creamy smoke they puff
Their commonsense does leave
dreamworld then to them appear
Frolics of fantasy now changing danger
Into what they wish to perceive

The Men

Then into these waters running wild
Their tiny canoes they do place
Ready to take a journey bold
From which return they might
Or not
The obstacles that lie ahead
Are mighty they to see
Jagged rocks below
Their bottoms they could tear
And leave men floundering helplessly
Pummeling them unmercifully
Tearing all relentlessly
The blackened waters there

Title of the film


This is how the story goes
Switching backwards and forwards
From whence it did begin
The murder of his mother to
The ones who in Peru
Did dare the rapids wild

Out of such craziness it seems
To take the life of one who was his mum
A nag she might of been
Demanding too
But killing no
That is too much
Or was the karma so very strong
Between them

You will never know
Unless the film you see!!!!!!

Friday, 6 March 2015

The Borgias...a tale of Men and Womens Descent into Hell..

cnwriter..carolina

Starred Page     By cnwriter..carolina
One of the most popular TV series is The Borgias.. a tale of sinister power games, murder, death and sex a plenty! I loved it for the beauty, the Italian palaces and countryside, the actors and actresses, scenery, costumes, the incredible story and excitement that mounts to a fever pitch throughout! ...read and enjoy....

Wrongdoings

The Borgia a family bold
Who ascended high in land
Of Italy
There in Rome
Wrongdoings perpetrated
Earning many peoples' hatred
Rodrigo who Pope became
Sinister hand playing a game
Of power


Murder rape it mattered not
Part of their unholy creed
Practiced so seductively
All would know
All would see

Plague


A mighty battle than began
Cesare Borgia with his Lords
Across the plain outside Milan
French army to his aid had come

In Rome a plague arose
Installed from hell
By La Donna Sforza
Caterina by name

In againstness
She had turned
Alexandra Pope of Borgia fame
In the Vatican where he lay

Calamity


A tale macabre it be
For one to turn such hatred
Such agony
On countless innocents

Plague painful indeed
Upon a body played
Killing all who came to touch
This deadly disease

Outside Milan the battle raged
Sforza forces and their kin
Opposed so mightily by
King of France and all his men

Bastard Sons

The bastard sons of mighty Lords
Took up their swords
On side of Cesare
He too a bastard born

Once a cardinal of the Pope
Now a fighting man
Married to a young French royal
But lover of his sister faire
Lucrezia by name

A son together they had made
The only hope of this Borgia House
To continue its maligned name
State of such iniquity

Renaissance Italy


A story this may be
But based is on reality
What happened centuries ago
In Renaissance Italy

Beauty betrayal lust greed
All forces leading to dastardly deeds
Just as today in other ways
Continues on

Negativity will have its way
As long as man power doth crave
Finding it in many ways
All sin filled so it seems

Now my tale draws to an end
Hope it enjoyable to you
For me this programme on TV
Most enchanting is to see

Thursday, 5 March 2015

Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien...A Soliloquy on

Then and Now......

I have watched the grand epic that JRR Tolkien shared with us and Peter Jackson made into a marvellous film many times and each time it takes me on a magical journey through so many dimensions of mind and feelings, love, joy, sadness, upliftment...and more...enjoy this if you will
Adventure thus begins
When Frodo took the Ring
Into Mordor made his way
Through forests mountains high
Caverns below in valleys lie

With him went gardener and friend
Samwise Gangee was his name
A faithful loving companion
Always at his side
Supporting Frodo in every way
Caring for him as he may
That lead to throwing into the fire
The Ring that governed all

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upzOSSQWSYU

Tolkien He...

Tolkien knew of the Bloodline
And the Grail
The Ring that ruleth all
He a most knowledgeable man

Much of his life given to
Writings most sublime
Using as allegory
His tales of yore
Magical happenings translated
Into stories quite divine

Those who knowing are
Read beyond the words
And find the meaning
Buried within

Aragorn

Aragorn the Ranger
Beset on all sides
By those who threatened him
Not wanting him to be king

They knew he had the might
To bring men into the light
Working together each every one
Fellowship a mighty thing

His heart encompassed all that was fine
Standing tall he towered above
The silly pratterings of mere men

Ancient Times

Tolkien went back in time
Knew he of ancient teachings
When dwarves and elven folk
Dwelled in harmony

Men stood thus on stage of life
Long before history changed all that
Separated each every race
Into againstness

Now we results of this do see
Wars and petty arguments
To see who reaches top of hill
Then can they dominate

And Now..Return of the King


Instead of love they edict hate
Instead of caring warring prefer
Instead of kindness cruelty they state
On and on it goes

But stirring in the ethers
Once again
Just like in Lord of the Rings
Consciousness of loving issueth forth
The battle of Rightness has begun
Return of the King has come

and so it is