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Silence Of The Sea 2003 
2009-03-24 - extension: rar - parts: 7 - size: 102 MB
Silence Of The Sea 2003
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The Great Unknown (1) by Charles Bryant Here is the first part of a sequence of poems which I wrote twenty or so years ago. I did not know (More) Here is the first part of a sequence of poems which I wrote twenty or so years ago. I did not know of their existence until a few days ago when I found them on an old cassette tape. It might be their miraculous appearance that makes me fond, but they sound like some of the best things I have done. The recording is around two decades old also - before my voice became hoarse with old age!
Archaic at least two thousand years
he stares into the camera lens
as that one gazed into the nighttime sky
from a scented terrace in Babylon.
Tigris and Euphrates interflow,
like images of now and then,
here is the human god we understand.
From the east, the dawnland,
the place of the rising sun,
beginnings smoulder, shatter in resolve
porticoes and trumpets, sleeved white gowns.
The Questioner knows my name and nature
the other part of being asks to know;
and in the stillness, softness, in the silence, peace,
coming together after all these years.
Yes, there is a mystery beyond the scope of rationality
and I should love it even if it lied.
Never had I seen one such
nor thought to touch
the voyager from far beyond the stars.
You are a fellow spirit brother mine,
unborn and totally benign.
I salute the essence seen through you.
Age shall wither and custom stale;
but far beyond the present time
a star shows me what you are and where you are
and it shall never falter or grow pale.
It burns upon an ever active core continually.
Now, and ever after, and before,
in the time where time begins and has its end,
here seal the contact, call me friend not lover.
Inevitably love must have an end
but friendship has no period or date
is not too soon or late, but always now.
Here swear the bond and seal the vow
not with blood but life, the being pure,
the incandescent essence turns to flame
and then into our beings once again
where we are separate and yet the same.
The longing is not appeased, can never be;
were we but one the ecstacy would fade;
only in separation can we thrive,
know ourselves as one, but stay apart.
Thus he came to me, will always come,
the feeling that in him I am at home
even though I drift through space and time;
a god I do not know, the self I cannot name,
are one and both the same,
one and both the same for ever more,
who find in separation sweetest love.
No, it is only the light upon the wall
and the slim ankle and the whitest muslin,
the line of the jaw beneath the skin
demanding that you stroke it, that you smooth it.
And if the lips be ready, here upon the cushions
where the scented breeze blows across from the gardens,
let us pass a Cairene afternoon
sipping coffee and a sweet liqueur.
Tell him he is welcome in his coming
tell him that the centuries stand still;
whisper the name of one for so long absent,
hear the echo in the inner chamber.
We waited for the changing
but the bright light faded into a deeper magic
and in the evening consummation
just before the rising of the moon
we heard the woman crying in the courtyard.
The kind old gentleman falls from heaven,
compassion broods upon a murdered cat;
the host of angels fades into the cosmos;
we are left in the silence to ourselves,
our hands are opened, emptied of its treasure
desecrated temple of the senses,
abandoned sacrifice, all delight departed,
here we are with nothing but our bodies.
The mood recurs and emptiness returns,
again the anguished emptiness returns.
Never mind, the flesh that moves so subtly
now accepts the burden of the boundless,
the mind imagines gods that never lived.
Here I have infinity's gleaming temple
the light that passes on the whitewashed wall,
against it leans perfected nature's beauty,
the form that took millennia to make,
more precious than a thousand rich men's fortunes.
Here in the silence of the misted morning,
here in the dawning's desolation.
Into the fiery heart of matter,
through blackness into living light;
across the thin unending spaces
swirled into a vortex,
plunged in the ceaseless, mysterious atom.
Matter is itself the living secret,
the unviolated godhead of our being,
that which is born, and that which gives it birth,
the parent and the child in one.
Unimaginable the depth of being
which is an everyday occurance,
the miracle is all around us,
the mystery is at our fingertips.
Created creator, what can you know of your creature?
The worshipper is one with the living god.
What if the door should open on the sea,
confront us with the wild waste suddenly?
What if we saw the visionary whale?
If we corrupt and delve
while sunlight floods the floor
darkness waits beyond the door.
Late afternoon confusion
sweeps the morning's certainty away,
leaves us to the evening's mercy at the close of day,
followed by a wakeful sleep. (Less)
Train of the Wounded Tren de los Heridos
by Miguel Hernandez
Silence that shipwrecks in the silence
of the closed (More) Tren de los Heridos
by Miguel Hernandez
Silence that shipwrecks in the silence
of the closed mouths of the night.
It doesn't stop being quiet, not even as its path is crossed.
It speaks the suffocated language of the dead.
Silence.
It opens paths of deep cotton,
gags the wheels, the watches,
stops the voice of the sea, of the dove,
emotes the night of dreams.
Silence.
The train raining with flowing blood,
the fragile train of those that bleed,
the silent, the suffering, the pale:
the hushed train of sufferings.
Silence.
Train of the mortal pallor that increases:
the pallor reviews the heads,
the "Ay!", the voice, the heart, the earth,
the heart of those who were badly wounded.
Silence.
They go spilling out legs, arms, eyes,
they go throwing fragments about the train.
They pass leaving signs of bitterness,
another Milky Way of starry members.
Silence.
Hoarse train, faint, turned red;
the coal agonizes, the smoke sighs,
and maternally, the machine sighs,
advances like a long discouragement.
Silence.
She would like to stop down in a tunnel,
the long mother, stretched out to sob.
There are no stations wherein to stop,
unless the hospital, unless the breast.
To live, one piece is enough:
in a corner of flesh can fit a man.
Just a finger, just a piece of wing
lifts off the flight of the whole body.
Silence.
Stop that agonizing train
that never finishes cruising the night.
And even the horse remains unshod,
and gets sand in its hoof and its breath. (Less)
Luna Sea - Period - 14 - In Silence.mp3 
2009-03-07 - extension: mp3 - size: 6 MB
Luna Sea - Period - 14 - In Silence
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