Wawaweewa!! Childrens of Húrin! I like! ;)
Wawaweewawa … I have in my hot little paws my copy of Children of Húrin and it’s gor-gee-ous. Kudos to Amazon.ca! I got an email y’day saying it had shipped and today, there it was on my doorstep!!
I can’t wait to get into it, later tonight when I’ve taken care of all the nightly stuff and the boy is in bed. I love Alan Lee’s pencil sketches throughout the text – adds a lovely touch.
This is my favourite tale of the Elder Days and I’ll have to savour it – and cry a lot. I’ll let you know what I think. Please let me know what you think too. 
the way of it
so funny
i got used to you
so quickly
and now i don’t even
think of you twenty
times
a day
i just float on you
knowing you are there
accepting
too readily
perhaps.
i can move past
you now
did you know?
on to others calling
to me from
impossible heights
across distance and time
ignoring their
own deaths
to touch me
with glorious madness
and love
not like yours
but not different
still i float
on you
wrap myself in you
on this cold, cold night
of howling wind
i know you won’t mind
the others love
but not like you
you are fire
they are air
you are water
giver of life
they are the muse
the passion
of mind.
ancient cards told
me to combine
my separate selves
for you
but you’ll think
me crazy when
you see how it is
with me
i must answer when
called
i must move past
even you
into the in-between place
of shadows
and dark reality
i’m afraid to make you solid
scared of your scorn
my line to this
earth is
so tenuous, at best.
Prayer for lost stones
Do not weep for the story
that cannot now be told
Do not hold to the history
that seems to you incomplete
Do not lament for the lives
that have been lost to you
Do not cry
for lost stones
Lost stones will lay buried
in millenia of ash and rubble
to be found early one morning
by a man building
a house of worship
Lost stones will be put into
the foundation of a new home
will become the keystone
of a fortress of honour
And new hopes will rest
on their strength
The story of lost stones
will seep through
the earth to rise in a tree’s
outspread arms to the
sky where the sun
will rejoice in their tales
The pain of lost stones
will sink through the earth
run through it to the
lifeblood of flowing water
tears puring into the
sea where they mix
with the music of the Ainur
and finally find peace
What you have lost today
These stones upon which
is built the history of your life
will not be forever lost
and cannot be forgotten
You carry their joy
in your song
and your feet dance
across the face of
these lost stones, broken stones
and pattern their love
into the heart of the world
(October 7, 2006)
on the perimeter
mine is not to follow you
nor to walk in your shadow
i cannot hold your hand
i cannot watch your back
my life is that which is my own
solitary and alone
i will die without you
and so i must live without you
i know you want a different song
you want something more
something less than perfect
but i can only be as i am
don’t you think it’s hard for me
to ask you this
to delve into your soul
and return with nothing
don’t you know how it breaks my heart
to show you your aloneness
in the false neon of attachment
what is the test of my love?
moonlight and roses, dinner and diamonds
followed by tears
starlight coming through our window
wind drying the sweat from our skin
what can be more perfect than the vessel
broken, cracked, fragmented
beyond recognition
would you glue it together again?
i stand outside of the sky
and there are no stars here
love of mine,
how brave are you?
ghostly
chances taken, roads walked
sorrows we drank
like blood along the way
the moon follows me into
the darkest thickets
lighting the mind of the child
nights we howled
under blurred stars rising
feral and fierce
the war god ascending
temples broken by
the weight of our carelessness
prayers crunching
under our feet like
broken glass
it’s all so ghostly
heaven opens wide
with jaws of steel
and eyes of baleful fire
devils play harps
in fluffy robes
singing like gandharvas
where is the lord of thunder?
i knelt before the sun
you worshiped in the rain
but where were we
what did we do
why do i feel
like a ghost now?
your arms around me
tearing out
my soul
still i long for
your embrace
to bring me to the end
love, where does
this forest go
i’m standing in the glade
where love was born
and hatred torn
and I cannot run
wheels burning inside
the middle of the dark
hearts melting in our minds
and bleeding over sight
every gate we passed
locked up tight
so we danced
we capered on
far away from the
colour of life
but the whispers
still follow with
ghost words in my ear
love, light the lamp
i’m so cold inside
build me a fire now
to keep out the wolves of night
love, hold my hand
i can’t feel my skin
i went too far, can’t come back
i’m lost again
Hold back the night
hold back the night
and quiet my aching mind
touch the velvet cover
that hides my soul from you
take me by the hand
and lead me to the place
where dark and light
meet and kiss on the
lips of the abyss
the lips of the abyss
draw your knife across
the bleeding cuts I have
on my heart, in my hand
drain it all away
fuel all my nights
with the sounds of your need
raise me up to the light
and tear me to shreds
in the dark
see me as I am
and try not to run from me
all that I have
is poured on the water
poured on the water
poured on the water
can you see me as I am?
Let someone else say it
Often others say it better than I ever could, so today, here is the Lizard King himself giving voice to things going on in my brain/life/world/whatever …
People Are Strange
People are strange when you’re a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you’re down,
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
The Crystal Ship
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I’d like to have another kiss,
Another flashing chance at bliss,
Another kiss, another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain,
The time you ran was too insane,
We’ll meet again, we’ll meet again
Oh’ tell me where your freedom lies,
The streets are fields that never die,
Deliver me from reasons why
You’d rather cry, I’d rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled,
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills,
A million ways to spend your time;
When we get back, I’ll drop a line
The Celebration Of The Lizard
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground
He fled the town
He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin
Wake up!
You can’t remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold
Glazed and shrunken
We were afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisons
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
Look!
I can’t live thru each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . .
Once I had, a little game
I liked to crawl back into my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called ‘go insane’
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
Forget the world forget the people
And we’ll erect a different steeple
This little game is fun to do
Just close your eyes no way to lose
And I’m right there I’m going too
Release control we’re breaking thru
Way back deep into the brain
Back where there’s never any pain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug
With semen eyes in their nipples
Wait
There’s been a slaughter here
(Don’t stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We’re getting out of town
We’re going on the run
And you’re the one I want to come)
Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let’s run
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C’mon baby run with me
Let’s run
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let’s run
The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won’t know a thing till you get inside
Dead president’s corpse in the driver’s car
The engine runs on glue and tar
C’mon along, we’re not going very far
To the East to meet the Czar
Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake
The minister’s daughter’s in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We’re almost home
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you
Soon!
Soon!
Soon!
Let the carnival bells ring
Let the serpent sing
Let everything
We came down
The rivers and highways
We came down from
Forests and falls
We came down from
Carson and Springfield
We came down from
Phoenix enthralled
And I can tell you
The names of the Kingdom
I can tell you
The things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade
‘I am the Lizard King
I can do anything
I can make the earth stop in its tracks
I made the blue cars go away
For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, and the strong, and the wise
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
O Children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now Night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready’
Lyrics by Jim Morrison of the Doors (courtesy of Rock Lyrics.)
