La Feline!

GjenopprettetMedlem

Super Girl-power
Woman of the divine showers
Motherhead of the watch-towers!

Weighing each word like a soul
between her crafting hands
seeing more than meets the eye
My long brewed attempts to describe
how her awesome presence
gets me high

O eye of the tiger!
Maneater of the mire,
Lioness to my fatal admire
leopards apetite for flesh
and bloods desire!

I invoce you seven times by the horn!
I summon thee eight times by the unborn
childrens voices of the storm!

Thou Ancient Witch of the land
roaming the hills naked on goats and rams
backward spinning through
the ecstasy of the nightclear air

By the will of my spirit i draw you near!
By the hum of the bees,
By the drunken sailors on the bottom
of the seas,
By the eye in the bottle
looking sternly towards me;
I explode into furious languishing laughter!
eyes rolling,mouth wide open!
And a wild dance through the animal world
of you mamarama!
Ecstasy is ours!
Ecstasy Satanama!

(what?)

Thou eye of lust
Staring into eternity
for answers in the dust

Answers concealed
yet secretly revealed
like a code or a rhyme
going nowhere fast
deep inside our brain

The absorbing tendency of the mind
to take everything fascinating
with it, like a baby
in the private mental behind

And then,later, dreaming that it comes alive
Most vivid dreams,most real
and upon waking
hearing the phenomena
of spirits speaking
your name

Deep down in our soul
moves a dragon-whale
a giant with no home
but we will give it one
Talk to it in our sleep
and hear it sing and wheap

I am the voice of my brain
i can tell myself anything,even on the train
i will remain happily
in-sane

I have no fear of people
i have no fear of man
There be no devil
but man afraid of himself
and the spirits
on his shelf

I speak to myself always
knowing that you are
me

I cannot escape this fact
i have tried to
and failed twice
then died

Surrender is the word
i must embrace
like thunder
on shiny days

I am the eagle of the air
The snake and the bear
the talking totem of no-time
with seven heads
each carrying a message
from the spirit-world
and behind

These messages are spoken
within this rhyme:
(just be loving and kind)

Be good enough to yourself
Feel how complete you are
make this feeling your star

we cannot be good enough for other people
when they are not satisfied with themselves

This is the feeling that runs through me every now and then:

Anonymous

By association, a little present for the chanter:

The Sorcerer's Apprentice
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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That old sorcerer has vanished
And for once has gone away!
Spirits called by him, now banished,
My commands shall soon obey.
Every step and saying
That he used, I know,
And with sprites obeying
My arts I will show.

Flow, flow onward
Stretches many
Spare not any
Water rushing,
Ever streaming fully downward
Toward the pool in current gushing.

Come, old broomstick, you are needed,
Take these rags and wrap them round you!
Long my orders you have heeded,
By my wishes now I've bound you.
Have two legs and stand,
And a head for you.
Run, and in your hand
Hold a bucket too.

Flow, flow onward
Stretches many,
Spare not any
Water rushing,
Ever streaming fully downward
Toward the pool in current gushing.

See him, toward the shore he's racing
There, he's at the stream already,
Back like lightning he is chasing,
Pouring water fast and steady.
Once again he hastens!
How the water spills,
How the water basins
Brimming full he fills!

Stop now, hear me!
Ample measure
Of your treasure
We have gotten!
Ah, I see it, dear me, dear me.
Master's word I have forgotten!

Ah, the word with which the master
Makes the broom a broom once more!
Ah, he runs and fetches faster!
Be a broomstick as before!
Ever new the torrents
That by him are fed,
Ah, a hundred currents
Pour upon my head!

No, no longer
Can I please him,
I will seize him!
That is spiteful!
My misgivings grow the stronger.
What a mien, his eyes how frightful!

Brood of hell, you're not a mortal!
Shall the entire house go under?
Over threshold over portal
Streams of water rush and thunder.
Broom accurst and mean,
Who will have his will,
Stick that you have been,
Once again stand still!

Can I never, Broom, appease you?
I will seize you,
Hold and whack you,
And your ancient wood
I'll sever,
With a whetted axe I'll crack you.

He returns, more water dragging!
Now I'll throw myself upon you!
Soon, 0 goblin, you'll be sagging.
Crash! The sharp axe has undone you.
What a good blow, truly!
There, he's split, I see.
Hope now rises newly,
And my breathing's free.

Woe betide me!
Both halves scurry
In a hurry,
Rise like towers
There beside me.
Help me, help, eternal powers!

Off they run, till wet and wetter
Hall and steps immersed are Iying.
What a flood that naught can fetter!
Lord and master, hear me crying! -
Ah, he comes excited.
Sir, my need is sore.
Spirits that I've cited
My commands ignore.

"To the lonely
Corner, broom!
Hear your doom.
As a spirit
When he wills, your master only
Calls you, then 'tis time to hear it."

1779, translation by Edwin Zeydel, 1955

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19th-Century German Stories
VCU Department of Foreign Languages

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Virginia Commonwealth University
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