Journey Through the Years: Snake

Whenever I find myself in front this screen there are a thousand thoughts and questions I have to contend with.

“Are they even reading this stuff?”

“Who are ‘THEY’ anyway?”

“Why are you writing again?”

“Where are you going with this?”

There is no shortage of inner dialogue to both confuse and make things interesting for me.

Tapping away at this project, after months away from it, brings a lot back to the surface. I become very aware of how ambiguous each of these entries can be, and how obscure my interpretations of this zodiac can come across.

I have always enjoyed the less concrete dividers around any given idea or image. This weeks entry was a strong reminder of this.

As we step back into this journey through the years, to walk with our Zodiac once more, we are accompanied by the Snake. Enigmatic, Powerful and Proud.

Slithering through the stark images this brought up for me, I offer you this, This is my take on this majestic entity.

I hope you enjoy it.

Journey Through The Years: Snake

There are no half measures. Once halved, our efforts become shadows of themselves, and every attempt to win is nothing more than a hollow gesture for the sake of on lookers.

For this reason I loath the sheep. For this reason I adore my own peace and I refuse to keep the company of prey. I pray their presence is as short lived as their courage and that their course is far removed from my own. There are no half measures allowed around here.

This gauntlet we have called life was built for the Gods. We make do with confusion to find our footing, We live in leaps and bounds pushing our service to the Tao* so we can enjoy the treasures promised. Mortals don’t live like this, No. They disguise effort with sweat, letting lip service secure them heaven. I have listened to how a practiced tongue can work at picking the locks of a labyrinth it had no hand in building.

I have fanged the floor with a beaded brow to make my mark along the way, etched my resolved into the concrete fact that even as everything ends, my contribution will echo forward in these tracks. Lend me space to show the gods that the odds were lax to forget me standing here, that there was never a shortage of truth in my desire to be greater than the status quoted.

The cunning of time has been a menace to me as I have walked this way. Carrying gold through the eyes of her storms has meant I could only steal a whisper of heavens chorus into every moment. Fair being fair, should have spared me the trials of patience when I wanted to claim what was mine. After all I have given to this pantomime of Sisyphus, surely I deserved some leeway away from where the layman finds solace.

I have stood in courts and added lightness to heavy words, Yet your gaze has remained a fearful one, frozen, as though my touch could rust the luck away from a decades worth of living. This was lent to me by the pantheon of your people. A sea of sickles, this sinful skin, kined with unjust deeds becomes a banner that betrays my intention. I am not the character of your confusion, you confuse me with your pain. It pains me that I have no leg to stand on while your misconceptions run away with you.

B.N.

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I’m always interested to hear what actually comes across in these pieces. Feel free to share your thoughts and responses in the comments section below.

Journey Through the Years: Rabbit

So here we are again, welcome back to the page. Yet another interpretation for your viewing pleasure.

Here is what we have to deal with today.

The task that waited for me when I decided to take on this concept of the “Chinese Zodiac”, was faceless, nameless and indescribably inciting. The animals I needed to get started were right there waiting for me, a simple google search away. As I penned a promise of content I had no idea what would be coming out of each animal. My curiosity was the driving force behind the project and it continues to feverishly examine the raw materials.

With each of the zodiac animals I dance with, so many unknowns cloud the way, a cause for both celebration and panic, I love the prospect of new information, but the lack of familiar territory doesn’t make for a smooth ride. The previously shared excerpts were of reasonable success, I steooed into the animals and played a role in my head thay i coukd share on the page, but this rabbit, this …. cunning fur ball was an enigma that tested my patience. It worked deeper into its burrow each times I inched close enough to tease a tale out of its hide.

An excavation of this experiment in the future grows more and more likely as I play with each candidate, with so much potential it would be a shame to leave it all with this one attempt. For now I would like to share the results of my recent dig to harness the rabbit energy.

Enjoy

 

 

Tomorrow seems to be a short breath away, the future Is a moment in the making, waiting for me on the furthest side of each passing second. I work for the finish, laying hour upon hour with a diligence reserved for kings, only time will crown these effort. No fanfare or flare needed when I finally win my lot.

Forever is soon to find the students of longevity, luck had no say in the sheen of this coat, forever is no fickle feat handed to well wishers and common folk, its a prize reserved for only the few who are privy to that south easterly wind carrying the guile of the rabbitkin.

I am a companion to the evening light, I leisurely dress my years with an eye of keen composition, I am more than happy to dance with the devil in the details to win my admittance into heaven. We are wise to remain enamored with perfection, with a formula as old as time I see no need to defect.

I am waiting to watch the last light slip silently from sight before I can offer you my final farewell. As the course of nature goes, I follow suit, I have learned never to argue with the flakes of winter as autumn leaves, we are best to avoid all friction. The warren warrants safe stay from that inevitable chill, what better way to savour peace than a slumber away from the cold. Fire may fold away the frost, but I am unable to justify the risk of feeding my home to this insatiable beast, we are best to avoid the friction. I built a table inside my house in order to feed friends, never to fuel the end, the tombs of texts guarding my walls would be nothing but kindling for a fire conjured in vain. Look at how well I have worked the worlds mysteries into these shelves. I would quench any fire at lest it consumes my haven, I am play for the finish.

B.N.

 

 

 

 

Journey Through The Years: Tiger

Building on with another week of these interpretations. I bring to you….. the tiger.

Very little has yet to happen without a touch of encouragement on my part. Allow me to show you how. We have laughed together for too long, you  may have forgotten the gold in these stripes.

In spite of these walls we are likely to obtain heaven. I have heaped my paws with treasure, I can assure you that no measure of salt can dull the taste of victory. Fortune favours me, might and speed are but seeds to what my frame can make true, I can promise a piece of my luck if you are willing to take my side on this hunt. Follow my lead and lean your flanks into this venture.

I have seen enough of the bitter otherness that betrays so many in the heat of war. I believe an understanding has made itself known to me, by name and now by taste. I let no morsel of a moment avoid my tongue, what the hunt provides I shall always relish. The hunt was everything we needed it to be, it sharpened the fire that flickers in our coats to consume defeat. It offered a serving of fear so that we can steer clear of its effects. Locked in a race against tomorrow, how could a shy claw possibly pierce that curtain that dances between mediocrity and greatness. With too many names for the varying shades of cowardice, I pray by my yellow Lilly that they may never stain this hide of mine.

B.N.

 

 

 

Poems for Planets: Pluto 

Finally we have reached the end. If you have kept in touch with all the latest develooments  in the world of all thing space you would have deemed yesterdays post the final entry in my poems for planets. This isn’t the case.

When I studied the solar system in school, all those years ago, I was taught 9 planets. There was a whole mnemonic device to help me remember, till this day I fail to forget. I stay true to my original 9, here I offer to you some poetry for distant Pluto. 

Lingering at the very edge of our solar system Pluto follows hus course. Having been demoted to the rank of Dwarf planet in 2006 pluto only gets an honorary mention in the conversation of planets. It’s made primarily of over water and some rock. When I say some rock, I really do mean some rock. Pluto is home to more water mass than all of earths oceans combined, despite being considerably smaller. While Pluto makes it’s rounds, there lives a moment that offers it a chance at possessing an atmosphere. It drifts close enough to the sun to allow the heat of to melt it’s stores of ice. Crystal glaciers turn into coursing streams.

Mythologically Pluto is the god of the underworld. If you wish me to offer a Greek comparison, as I have done for most of my planets, I would have to offer up Hades. It’s a fitting position in the system for the overseer of the after world. Tucked away from the light and close to the blackness of this eternal night.

My plan was to book end this series with two Haikus. Short sweet meditations on the two poles, The Sun and the brother of Poseidon and Zeus.

With these words we part from an interesting journey through space.

I hope you enjoy my parting gift.

Pluto: Haiku

Cast out to shadows,

Frozen away in Hades.

Weeping at the sun.

B.N.

P.N. Feel free to revisit the rest of the series. Which has been your favourite? What new piece of knowledge have you been able to take away from these Poems?

Poems for Planets: Neptune

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As the days roll on, here we stand. Keeping to given course and moving into the closing phase of this saga. Writing for todays post was a gentle reminder that depth is a hairs bredth away. This pursuit words allows me to step into a world wilder than I deemed true.

I refuse to break from the format my initial plan had set out of for each of the 9 planets. Looking into the form I had chosen for Neptune tested my focus and creativity.

Not too long ago I discovered a poetry style called erasure. Its a form of found poetry which involves taking a body of text that already exists and prying a new piece of work out of it, erasing words to leave only the words I wish to inclulde. There in Lies my challenge.

Ill begin by saying a few words about the planet in question today.

Neptune is the 8th planet form the sun. This distance kept it hidden from the acients until 1846. Its one of the ice giants, meaning a ball of hydrogen and other gases. Being the smallest of this family, it still has mass to it, making up for its size in density. Its a little ways off from earth, we originally worked out its positioning using mathamatical predictions, only one spacecraft has flown past neptune, so there is plenty more to be known about this planet.

Mythologically Neptune has been deemed the god of the sea. The greek God poseidon is Neptune, Neptune in the Greek god Poseidon, Trident and all. He was one of the 3 brothers (Zeus, Poseidon and Hades) who retired the titans, he ruled over the oceans. We can safely associate all things aquatic to this deity

My challenge Ivolved taking a piece of existing text to work with. I used an excerpt from “The Voyage Out” by Virginia Wolff, whittling out a poem for Neptune.  Truly an exercise in obscurity.

For those who dare to disregard convention, read on.

 

Neptune: Erasure

 

B.N

P.N I will be sharing my meditation on this Found poem on my Facebook page: TheBlissfulNomad

Poems for Planets: Uranus

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It’s lives!!

This series was meant to have been a weekly affair. I wanted to engage with you, the reader while sharpening my sword, so weather the quiet months while I find the words to share. I have had a few hard lessons to learn in these passing months, I’m hoping my future serial posts live up to the my original intentions. There are only 3 planters left to play with in this series. Let us end in this in style.

Let us allow Uranus to revive the project, this is an interesting character to resume the flow. It’s the only planet that is leant over on its side. It’s axis is tipped at a peculiar 98 degrees. Its earned its name as the “Ice Giant” for a very obvious reason. It doesnt have a surface per say, its a has giant of hydrogen and ice. This is a cold cold cold place.

Like many of the planets it has moons that orbit it, the names of this planet deserves a whole post for themselves, they are named after characters by Williams Shakespeare and Alexander Pope.

The mythology behind the planets is a wild and crazy winding road, Uranus is no exception to this. The god of the sky/heaven courted his mother (Gaia) to sire the titans who in turn birthed more familiar deities like Zeus and Poseidon. The Mythological aspect of our solar system is colored with oddities that are guaranteed to fascinate.

Late me waste no more of our time together and share this Ice Giants tribute in this, My Poems for Planets.

 

Uranus: Limerick
You sleep as you sweep through the motions,

Jaundiced from frozen emotions.

Your orbit is plagued

By a hoard from the stage.

You play the Oedipus who sired commotion.

 

B.N.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poems for Planets: Saturn

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Welcome fellow bloggers, readers and nomadites. This journey into the deep black vastness of our solar system lands us on a Titan. Our previous subject Jupiter is followed by Saturn. When we can separate Saturn from the other nine planets by its great rings. It has over 30 rings and 62 monds. This planet has been known to man for a long ol time. It iz visible in the sky with the naked eye.

Obviously we had to touch on some mythology to add depth to this mighty planet. This planet opens the door to some interesting family affairs. The planet Saturn is linked to Chronos, who was … dum dum dum, a Titan King. Chronos or Saturn was the God of Time.

Now this Titan is tied up in all manners of madness. He had castrated in father (Uranus) and was cautious about his children doing wrong by him, so he swallowed a bunch of them. Eventually there was some kind of family revolt and heads rolled, I couldn’t make this stuff up, it was a family feud for the ages. Essentially we have his Son (Jupiter) and his father (Uranus) either side of him. This might explain why Saturn rotates at such a high speed, hes busy keeping an eye out for each of those two.

Without further delay, here it is folks.

 

Saturn: Ballad

 

 

 

Your past has caused you mischief,

your paranoia looms.

Your patricide has turned the tide

and stalks your many moons.

 

You stretch your crystal rings

to deter your cunning seed.

You dizzy yourself in vain,

You are the last of a stunning breed,

 

You are tracing that orbit slowly,

you continue to master time.

Devouring all that fades

Chronos your power binds.

 

You are living between your kin

Your father and sun for flanks.

Each plotting some hidden sin,

there is power inside your ranks.

 

Cronus, as old as time

You have been known by many a man.

Since forever before my father,

We can see you from where we stand.

B.N.