Dreams Of The Tang Dynasty #16

Dragons Scale incense fills the air,
I watch her morning rituals from the bed.
Two fools who found each other in this life,
And yet she still finds the time to pray.
Holy priestess of the mountains,
Fragrant blossom of the most precarious peaks.
She has been overlooked by so many men,
But only because they don’t know what they seek.
I soak up this time with her,
Unworthy lover of her ancient soul.
Two temporary sparks in the dark,
Kindling this elusive flame of happiness.

龙火花 Long HuoHua

Born Approx AD820 – Died AD895
Timeline Of Major Events During Long’s Life:

AD840 – Earliest known poems by Long
841 – Yu XuanJi is Born
846 – Bai JuYi dies
848 – Emperor Wuzong persecutes Buddhists, Shuts down temples across empire.
858 – Major flood killing tens of thousands (including XinMei) and destabilizing dynasty
863 – Long Starts affair with Yu XuanJi
866 – Long gets sent on official duty to Chongqing
867 – Yu XuanJi is Executed
875 – Huang Chao’s Rebellion
881 – Huang Chao Captures Chang’An
883 – Capitol retaken, Huang Chao Rebellion Ends
883 – Tang Dynasty Starts Decline
895 – Long HuoHua Dies
AD907 – Tang Dynasty Falls


More Bones Than Beliefs

You don’t have a single belief in your body
More bones than beliefs
More teeth than meaningful words to say.
More body than soul
More minutes than moments
More quantities than qualities
More distractions than desires.


sometimes i feel like im dying…

Rhetorical Questions (Poetry)

Rhetorical Questions

Who gives the goose such courage?
Standing guard over its nest and mate
Harmless yet heroic creature
Standing up to us
Six times his size.
Don’t worry bird
We’re just here to admire your river
And the webs on your feet
And the wings
Which carry you across the sky.
Who is your maker?
Who designed and sculpted you?
Who is this that draws me
From my dark and dusty room
Out into the sun and water?
I have an overwhelming urge
To thank someone for this glory,
And to thank you bird
For showing me your courage.


This Cold Rock

This world is a burden,
This world is a rusty cage,
A potholed road,
A bed of tears,
It is the death of those we love.
A cold rock
And a weary body
Trying to sleep
Beneath the sparkling
Stars above.
Turning always turning
And we
Cut our hands
On the rusty bars
And curse the fall
Of those who came before us.


Post Modern Man

He read the words,
But he knew not what they meant.
He walked down many roads,
But he knew not where they went.
He lived his life,
But he knew not what it was to be alive.

My Shadow Of Eden

Which do I long for more?
Which do I want to hear,
Standing in the woods alone,
The music of man,
Or the music of nature?

I know not.
I thank God for music all the same,
And I long for you, my love,
To hear, to see, to feel,
What I, in this moment, do.

To know, more than ever,
What Eden might have been,
To see what Adam might have seen,
To experience a shadow,
Of how Adam might have known God.

These trees,
Are the trees of life.
This river,
Water for my soul.
And you… You are my Eve.

I wish you were here,
To walk with me,
To talk with me,
And I wish I could embrace you,
The way these woods are embracing me.

All Photos Belong To Dean Marais

Don’t Go Back Inside To Get Your Things

I can see the smoke of civilization
Rising just off on the horizon,
Black smoke,
And though it rains all day
The fires don’t go out.
Yet all the smoke is on the horizon,
It is still a ways out.
Don’t bother trying to evacuate
Don’t go back inside to get your things
It will be here soon
And you won’t escape it.
Prepare yourself to the depths
Because in the end
The depths are the only thing
That you’re going to have left.