Storms Unfolding

November, 2009

Hadrian’s Wall

There IS Some Thing
Called Camelot
if only in Our Dreams.
These Things we Speak
as Camelot
are More than What
They Seem!
When
Merlins Dream
of Camelot
And Arthurs Seek
the Crown,
When Pagan Armies
Storm the Wall
What Empire's Falling Down?
What Knights defy
The Table Round?
What Knights have crossed
the Sea?
What Legions Guard
the Village Gate
If only you and me?
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(rdb-mar-2001 )

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November 11th

dates like bells,

sounding memories

footsteps through a jungle valley

to ceremony

for memories of wars,

when alms with souls

becomes absolution for sins

while truths no one hears

speak of the innocent

who live with this every day

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The difficult days for Iraq and Afghanistan veterans will be ahead, when they like us bearing memories from the pathology of VietNam will face questions about loss of purpose, the perversion of honour and the piracy of those who waste the lives of our best and brightest in a game they play close to their chests.
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Walking the Razor's Edge

In Bear Sweat,

The Blooded Warrior Lodge,

the Elder speaks...

" In ancient times the Blooded Warriors whose souls had been marked by battle would travel to the Lands of the Blue Eyed Peace Queens, where they sat on the ground and drank the healing waters so that their souls might be healed..."

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We're planning a sweatlodge-kiva down by the stream.

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