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!!!!!!