Opinions & Exploits Of Anthony Frederick Ward Septuagenarian ~ Who Knows No Better Than What He Learnt From His Mother.
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BOOK THE FIRST
Stay. Beg. Roll over. Fetch. Sic him.
A DOG’S TALE
1
At a new year by the moon
In the annals of the snake
The Dark came to an ebon isle
In the great salt sea lake.
Enter Wild Boy of Borneo,
Alpha male on the make
The Dog Wrestling Champion
For sure; this year of
The Snake.
A bloody scourge to fascists
Not at all that easy to take
A fiery sideshow for others
Raised to be burnt at the stake.
2
The Mild Boy of Borneo
Was first born an old man
Living backwards till finally
He got to where his life began
An unsung well hung anti hero
He’s still his own biggest fan
A boy not a predestined top dog
Doing best always, what he can
Shiftless pins on Destiny’s map
Mark his true self’s roiling foment
While he wrestles The Chaos
Exorcising his soul’s
Dark lament
3
Mad Boy out of Wild Borneo
Goes down on all fours to attack
Wrangling his way always up
Pinning The Dark Dog
on its back.
Bells sound fifteen rounds
Confounding the neighbors
Bloody sweaty tears stain stadia
With their herculean labors.
Fighting White Dog of Borneo
Up on two legs teeth bared
A victor bays at the moon,
Eyes bottomless,
nostrils flared.
4
Switch on Borneo Idol this Friday
Presented by popular request
While all knowing Spam Hounds
Cheer on what they can sell best.
Supporting this their chosen one
A boy who was once an old man
Taking on The Dark’s demon host
Vanquishing them as only he can.
Lawn mowing urbanized maggots
Think they’ve lived; stood its test
Choose to stay home this night
With chips and dips; and to rest.
5
He chooses night’s bats and insects
As a jolly companionable crowd
With whom his moist lone thoughts
Are allowed to be uttered aloud.
To dream deeply of great contests
While mute hedge trimming hermits
Carve monkish cells out of life
Venturing out when weather permits.
High bells toll the beating heart
Hand bells tell the endless rounds
Sucking breath through gums
and broken teeth
Growling curses the
only sounds.
6
Caught napping
He’ll be torn apart
Shredded like slow cooked meat
Once beaten; to be eaten
By rats from off the street
So it’s hard practice ‘tween fights
Fighting shadows his way to spar
With time out to crash and learn
Why does a dog chase a car?
But as dark forest and flaking rust
Or concrete cannot stop this man
Nor slash wired stone wall
Or Dark Dog may deter
Destiny’s plan.
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BOOK THE SECOND
Moon about Town.
WHITE DOG TRUE DOG
1
The cockerels are quiet
Lost in life’s darkened suburbs
A pack chase madly my Moon
But she’s here near my heart
Held close in hope’s
softly soft cocoon.
2
A furtive white doe
Grazes love’s heaven lit field’s
Upon a diamond strewn scape
Falling light wakening shadows
Neath night’s dart pierced cape.
3
My she dog’s a true dog
A fleet bitch whose frightened foot
Treads ground that would swallow
Her bright heart taking flight
Up and out; if love can I will follow.
4
From a heart’s view above
Love’s Armageddon outspreads
A gory banquet before our gaze
Passion’s fires annihilating all
Forbidden nights consume our days.
5
He utters sounds of love
Painful ambition not easily thwarted
Driven forward onto passion’s spike
To drown in her body’s well
Breaching at last her trembly dyke.
6
She waits his demands
Embracing pain while true to herself
Still and closed to all else about her
Compliant with his urging needs
Assuring he will never be without her.
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BOOK THE THIRD
A Proper Myth.
PROSERPINA
A rabbit abroad on Eden’s greendesert
The moon shines dazzlinglight on night
Anxiety writes hername in blue flowers
Small teeth stay sharpwell out of sight
Anywhere she soars to the edge of life
Sweet imprints of her clearsoul’s mark
The sound of a tiny fearbreath freezing
Chills the twilightwarm air of The Dark
Forces from beyondlife leech living out
Obliterating her hope for heaven’s ire
Quick engulfed by The Dark upreaching
For a refugebeyond chaos and hell fire
Downstretching finding hiddenground
A selfbedrock of unquestioning Ibelief
Her flamepassion incinerating love
Awakening hate in the shiver of a leaf
Mutewitness night spins from its web
The story of a ravishment of innocence
Is sisterwoman’s dire hearthtale of grief
The prologue to a mother’s vengeance?
A childvictim of The Dark beyond night
Summer with winterdread in her heart
Now her tapestrytale in its ebonshades
Has each of its cast figures in their part
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BOOK THE FOURTH
White Dog.
GETTING ON WITH IT
Once broken in lust’s gale a stem never
Grows straight
Without affection’s crude tender touch,
Death’s bell’s always too late.
When every new day is vengeance dire
For love withheld,
Tomorrow’s loom weaves only shrouds
On hope’s battlefield.
To spite doubt’s all consuming worms
Gnawing without rest,
Trust well spare love’s dreams survive
Blind fate’s final test.
Yet measure not trusting against reason,
Or otherwise miscast it;
Let time’s numbing balm soothe passion,
While striving to outlast it.
Pull life’s barb from your beating heart
And against all odds live;
Accepting loss as Heavens’ prize purse
And skull grinning; still give.
If uncertainties do blossom in winter’s
Nightfall unfolding;
Pause. Think. Draw a last deep draught,
Die for what you’re holding.
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BOOK THE FIFTH
He Says. She says.
MINE ALL MINE
HE
To love her gently at a remove When instinct is demanding he take her
To lie to himself that her heart is closed Because he can not make her
To bay lustfully of their undying love And in a moment still forsake her
SHE
To bind their union in eternity A living knot that will hold not break him
To hope as dark night looms That Love’s inner clarion must wake him
To fight in joy against a foe She begs Life’s Maker to not unmake him
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BOOK THE SIXTH
Grasping the Nettle.
AN END TO IT?
Falling from folly’s heights
Grinding ground bedrock splits apart
Broken up into smithereens
Shittering shattering a fissured heart
Eyes sewn close shut at last
Open in time to see a laughing Dawn
The Dark succumbs to life
And upon his death he is finally born
Swaddled in a dragon’s maze
Of what may not be ~ life’s purpose?
Choking on clots of memory?
Living on upturned? An angry tortoise?
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AfW
BOOK THE FIRST
Stay. Beg. Roll over. Fetch. Sic him.
A DOG’S TALE
1
At a new year by the moon
In the annals of the snake
The Dark came to an ebon isle
In the great salt sea lake.
Enter Wild Boy of Borneo,
Alpha male on the make
The Dog Wrestling Champion
For sure; this year of
The Snake.
A bloody scourge to fascists
Not at all that easy to take
A fiery sideshow for others
Raised to be burnt at the stake.
2
The Mild Boy of Borneo
Was first born an old man
Living backwards till finally
He got to where his life began
An unsung well hung anti hero
He’s still his own biggest fan
A boy not a predestined top dog
Doing best always, what he can
Shiftless pins on Destiny’s map
Mark his true self’s roiling foment
While he wrestles The Chaos
Exorcising his soul’s
Dark lament
3
Mad Boy out of Wild Borneo
Goes down on all fours to attack
Wrangling his way always up
Pinning The Dark Dog
on its back.
Bells sound fifteen rounds
Confounding the neighbors
Bloody sweaty tears stain stadia
With their herculean labors.
Fighting White Dog of Borneo
Up on two legs teeth bared
A victor bays at the moon,
Eyes bottomless,
nostrils flared.
4
Switch on Borneo Idol this Friday
Presented by popular request
While all knowing Spam Hounds
Cheer on what they can sell best.
Supporting this their chosen one
A boy who was once an old man
Taking on The Dark’s demon host
Vanquishing them as only he can.
Lawn mowing urbanized maggots
Think they’ve lived; stood its test
Choose to stay home this night
With chips and dips; and to rest.
5
He chooses night’s bats and insects
As a jolly companionable crowd
With whom his moist lone thoughts
Are allowed to be uttered aloud.
To dream deeply of great contests
While mute hedge trimming hermits
Carve monkish cells out of life
Venturing out when weather permits.
High bells toll the beating heart
Hand bells tell the endless rounds
Sucking breath through gums
and broken teeth
Growling curses the
only sounds.
6
Caught napping
He’ll be torn apart
Shredded like slow cooked meat
Once beaten; to be eaten
By rats from off the street
So it’s hard practice ‘tween fights
Fighting shadows his way to spar
With time out to crash and learn
Why does a dog chase a car?
But as dark forest and flaking rust
Or concrete cannot stop this man
Nor slash wired stone wall
Or Dark Dog may deter
Destiny’s plan.
*
BOOK THE SECOND
Moon about Town.
WHITE DOG TRUE DOG
1
The cockerels are quiet
Lost in life’s darkened suburbs
A pack chase madly my Moon
But she’s here near my heart
Held close in hope’s
softly soft cocoon.
2
A furtive white doe
Grazes love’s heaven lit field’s
Upon a diamond strewn scape
Falling light wakening shadows
Neath night’s dart pierced cape.
3
My she dog’s a true dog
A fleet bitch whose frightened foot
Treads ground that would swallow
Her bright heart taking flight
Up and out; if love can I will follow.
4
From a heart’s view above
Love’s Armageddon outspreads
A gory banquet before our gaze
Passion’s fires annihilating all
Forbidden nights consume our days.
5
He utters sounds of love
Painful ambition not easily thwarted
Driven forward onto passion’s spike
To drown in her body’s well
Breaching at last her trembly dyke.
6
She waits his demands
Embracing pain while true to herself
Still and closed to all else about her
Compliant with his urging needs
Assuring he will never be without her.
*
BOOK THE THIRD
A Proper Myth.
PROSERPINA
A rabbit abroad on Eden’s greendesert
The moon shines dazzlinglight on night
Anxiety writes hername in blue flowers
Small teeth stay sharpwell out of sight
Anywhere she soars to the edge of life
Sweet imprints of her clearsoul’s mark
The sound of a tiny fearbreath freezing
Chills the twilightwarm air of The Dark
Forces from beyondlife leech living out
Obliterating her hope for heaven’s ire
Quick engulfed by The Dark upreaching
For a refugebeyond chaos and hell fire
Downstretching finding hiddenground
A selfbedrock of unquestioning Ibelief
Her flamepassion incinerating love
Awakening hate in the shiver of a leaf
Mutewitness night spins from its web
The story of a ravishment of innocence
Is sisterwoman’s dire hearthtale of grief
The prologue to a mother’s vengeance?
A childvictim of The Dark beyond night
Summer with winterdread in her heart
Now her tapestrytale in its ebonshades
Has each of its cast figures in their part
*
BOOK THE FOURTH
White Dog.
GETTING ON WITH IT
Once broken in lust’s gale a stem never
Grows straight
Without affection’s crude tender touch,
Death’s bell’s always too late.
When every new day is vengeance dire
For love withheld,
Tomorrow’s loom weaves only shrouds
On hope’s battlefield.
To spite doubt’s all consuming worms
Gnawing without rest,
Trust well spare love’s dreams survive
Blind fate’s final test.
Yet measure not trusting against reason,
Or otherwise miscast it;
Let time’s numbing balm soothe passion,
While striving to outlast it.
Pull life’s barb from your beating heart
And against all odds live;
Accepting loss as Heavens’ prize purse
And skull grinning; still give.
If uncertainties do blossom in winter’s
Nightfall unfolding;
Pause. Think. Draw a last deep draught,
Die for what you’re holding.
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BOOK THE FIFTH
He Says. She says.
MINE ALL MINE
HE
To love her gently at a remove When instinct is demanding he take her
To lie to himself that her heart is closed Because he can not make her
To bay lustfully of their undying love And in a moment still forsake her
SHE
To bind their union in eternity A living knot that will hold not break him
To hope as dark night looms That Love’s inner clarion must wake him
To fight in joy against a foe She begs Life’s Maker to not unmake him
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BOOK THE SIXTH
Grasping the Nettle.
AN END TO IT?
Falling from folly’s heights
Grinding ground bedrock splits apart
Broken up into smithereens
Shittering shattering a fissured heart
Eyes sewn close shut at last
Open in time to see a laughing Dawn
The Dark succumbs to life
And upon his death he is finally born
Swaddled in a dragon’s maze
Of what may not be ~ life’s purpose?
Choking on clots of memory?
Living on upturned? An angry tortoise?
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AfW
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BORNEO P*SALTER
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ECCE BORNEUM XXI!
A P’SLAM FOR THE MILLENIUM THE WORLD ENDS IN
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BEGUN 27 MARCH 2012
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(I)
Behold Borneo
Ecce BorneumBeautiful of Body
Pulchra Corporis
Perfect in Spirit
Perfectum in Spiritus
Not born of Humanity
Non ex Humanitas
I am the Stuff of Stars
A Effercio Stellarum
Behold Borneo
Ecce BorneumThe True Vessel of Life
Verum Vas Vita
(II)
Behold Borneo
Ecce BorneumFor as many years
Nam quot sunt
as there are Parasites on My Body
Parasitos in corpus
I have been here
Hic sum
(III)
An Island at Time’s horizon
Insulam ad temporis horizonte
A Speck in the Eye of Eternity
Festucam in oculo aeternitatis
I am the Germ Cell of Life
Ego sum germinis cellam Vita
Behold Borneo!
Ecce Borneum!*
SKETCH BOOK ~ STAGE ONE ~ COMPLETED APRIL 7 2012
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STAGE TWO STARTED APRIL 8 2012
(IV)
Approach Me in Awe
Accedere me est in reverentiaSavour the Fruit of My Body
Odoratus fructus mei CorpusIf You dare
Si audeat*
Covet the Jewels in My Hair
Concupisces Ornamenta est in comaChild of the Sun
Infantem sit praedicto SolBright burning in the Firmament
Clara ardens est in Firmamento*
Drink of Me
Bibere de mecumMy Essence is Yours
Mea essentia est TuusAnd Mine Always
Et Meus Semper*
I am Borneo
Ego sum Borneum(V)
Host to a Host of Hosts
Hostiam multis exercituum
Ark of earthly design
Arcam terrenus consilium
Paradise sought found and lost
Paradiso quaesitae invenit et perdidit
(VI)
A Babel sweetly burdened by it’s complexity
Confusionem suaviter onerati per scriptor complexionem
A Life measured dissected dismembered
Vita mensus secabat adfixi
Dispersed and disposed of by My Servants
Dispersit disposita per servos meos
(VII)
But I prevail
Sed praevalebunt
For I am Life without end
Quia sum Vita sine finem
In a World without meaning
In Mundus sine significat
I am Borneo
Ego sum Borneum(VIII)
I am your mother
Ego sum mater
Ravaged by greed
Percussitque avaritia
Violated by envy
Violaret invidia
(IX)
Torn asunder by petty Princes
Convelli parvis Principes
My Mountains still suckle the Clouds
Mea Montes adhuc lactaverunt in Nubila
My Tears still quench the Forest’s Green thirst
Mea lacrimae tamen extinguere Silvae scriptor viridis siti
(X)
Dissolving My Heart Rock
Liquefaciens mea Cor scriptor Petra
Water binds Me to the Sea
Aqua ligat me ad mare
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SKETCH BOOK ~ STAGE TWO ~ COMPLETED 23 APRIL 2012
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Why do You deny Me?
Quid negare me?
(XI)
I am Borneo
Ego sum BorneumAn Island in the Sea of Man
Homo insula maris
I offer Refuge and You ravage Me
Ego offerre refugium et tu conculcare me
I offer Comfort and you rend My Raiment
Ego offerre consolamini et scindite vestimenta mea
(XII)
I caress Your Body and You spurn me
Ego blandientur Corpus tuum et spernis me
Blinded by light wrested from the sun
Excaecatus lux extortis sol
Drowning in Blood of Wounds You cannot Heal
Submersam in sanguis vulnerum tu potest non Sana
(XIII)
Drunk on elixirs of Your own Concoction
Biberunt in elixirs de tuum LIQUAMENTUM
Consumed by Poisons promising Salvation
Consumpta venena promittens salus
Choking on the Putrefaction of Your own Corpses
Suffocatio in putredinem tuum Funera
(XIV)
Stumbling starving and parched midst Plenty
Offensionis emistis et arida medio Copia
Still You Multiply
Tamen multiplica
But as many as Leaves on the Tree
Quotquot autem lignum Folia
You are Blind to the Fruit proffered
Fallit te fructus protulerunt
You Die without Hope
Te absque Spes
My blossom annointed
Mea flore unctus
A Seed swaddled in the Flesh of My Womb
Educavi semen in carne mea vulva
Falling falls to the Forest floor
Cadens cadit ad Silva area
The Promise of Eternal Life
Promissiónem aeternam Vita
Rotting Carrion to the dogs
Putredine CADAVER ad canes
(XV)
Behold Borneo
Ecce BorneumAttend Me well
Attende me bene
(XVI)
I am the Tree
Ego sum in Arbor
That bears You
Qui fert tu
(XVII)
I am the Rock
Ego sum Petra
That cradles You
Quod cunas tu
(XVIII)
I am the Water
Ego sum Aquarum
That cleanses Your Soul
Quod purgat tua Anima
(XIX)
I am the Air
Ego sum Aer
That You breathe
Quod tu spirant
(XX)
I am the Light
Ego sum lux
That dispels Fear
Quod discutit timere
(XXI)
I am Mother and Father
Ego sum Mater et Pater
I am Hope when You have No One
Nec habeas spem mihi
I am Borneo
Ego sum Borneum*
You am I
Te sum ego
ECCE BORNEUM XXI!
A P’SLAM FOR THE MILLENIUM THE WORLD ENDS IN
*
BEGUN 27 MARCH 2012
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(I)
Behold Borneo
Ecce BorneumBeautiful of Body
Pulchra Corporis
Perfect in Spirit
Perfectum in Spiritus
Not born of Humanity
Non ex Humanitas
I am the Stuff of Stars
A Effercio Stellarum
Behold Borneo
Ecce BorneumThe True Vessel of Life
Verum Vas Vita
(II)
Behold Borneo
Ecce BorneumFor as many years
Nam quot sunt
as there are Parasites on My Body
Parasitos in corpus
I have been here
Hic sum
(III)
An Island at Time’s horizon
Insulam ad temporis horizonte
A Speck in the Eye of Eternity
Festucam in oculo aeternitatis
I am the Germ Cell of Life
Ego sum germinis cellam Vita
Behold Borneo!
Ecce Borneum!*
SKETCH BOOK ~ STAGE ONE ~ COMPLETED APRIL 7 2012
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STAGE TWO STARTED APRIL 8 2012
(IV)
Approach Me in Awe
Accedere me est in reverentiaSavour the Fruit of My Body
Odoratus fructus mei CorpusIf You dare
Si audeat*
Covet the Jewels in My Hair
Concupisces Ornamenta est in comaChild of the Sun
Infantem sit praedicto SolBright burning in the Firmament
Clara ardens est in Firmamento*
Drink of Me
Bibere de mecumMy Essence is Yours
Mea essentia est TuusAnd Mine Always
Et Meus Semper*
I am Borneo
Ego sum Borneum(V)
Host to a Host of Hosts
Hostiam multis exercituum
Ark of earthly design
Arcam terrenus consilium
Paradise sought found and lost
Paradiso quaesitae invenit et perdidit
(VI)
A Babel sweetly burdened by it’s complexity
Confusionem suaviter onerati per scriptor complexionem
A Life measured dissected dismembered
Vita mensus secabat adfixi
Dispersed and disposed of by My Servants
Dispersit disposita per servos meos
(VII)
But I prevail
Sed praevalebunt
For I am Life without end
Quia sum Vita sine finem
In a World without meaning
In Mundus sine significat
I am Borneo
Ego sum Borneum(VIII)
I am your mother
Ego sum mater
Ravaged by greed
Percussitque avaritia
Violated by envy
Violaret invidia
(IX)
Torn asunder by petty Princes
Convelli parvis Principes
My Mountains still suckle the Clouds
Mea Montes adhuc lactaverunt in Nubila
My Tears still quench the Forest’s Green thirst
Mea lacrimae tamen extinguere Silvae scriptor viridis siti
(X)
Dissolving My Heart Rock
Liquefaciens mea Cor scriptor Petra
Water binds Me to the Sea
Aqua ligat me ad mare
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SKETCH BOOK ~ STAGE TWO ~ COMPLETED 23 APRIL 2012
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Why do You deny Me?
Quid negare me?
(XI)
I am Borneo
Ego sum BorneumAn Island in the Sea of Man
Homo insula maris
I offer Refuge and You ravage Me
Ego offerre refugium et tu conculcare me
I offer Comfort and you rend My Raiment
Ego offerre consolamini et scindite vestimenta mea
(XII)
I caress Your Body and You spurn me
Ego blandientur Corpus tuum et spernis me
Blinded by light wrested from the sun
Excaecatus lux extortis sol
Drowning in Blood of Wounds You cannot Heal
Submersam in sanguis vulnerum tu potest non Sana
(XIII)
Drunk on elixirs of Your own Concoction
Biberunt in elixirs de tuum LIQUAMENTUM
Consumed by Poisons promising Salvation
Consumpta venena promittens salus
Choking on the Putrefaction of Your own Corpses
Suffocatio in putredinem tuum Funera
(XIV)
Stumbling starving and parched midst Plenty
Offensionis emistis et arida medio Copia
Still You Multiply
Tamen multiplica
But as many as Leaves on the Tree
Quotquot autem lignum Folia
You are Blind to the Fruit proffered
Fallit te fructus protulerunt
You Die without Hope
Te absque Spes
My blossom annointed
Mea flore unctus
A Seed swaddled in the Flesh of My Womb
Educavi semen in carne mea vulva
Falling falls to the Forest floor
Cadens cadit ad Silva area
The Promise of Eternal Life
Promissiónem aeternam Vita
Rotting Carrion to the dogs
Putredine CADAVER ad canes
(XV)
Behold Borneo
Ecce BorneumAttend Me well
Attende me bene
(XVI)
I am the Tree
Ego sum in Arbor
That bears You
Qui fert tu
(XVII)
I am the Rock
Ego sum Petra
That cradles You
Quod cunas tu
(XVIII)
I am the Water
Ego sum Aquarum
That cleanses Your Soul
Quod purgat tua Anima
(XIX)
I am the Air
Ego sum Aer
That You breathe
Quod tu spirant
(XX)
I am the Light
Ego sum lux
That dispels Fear
Quod discutit timere
(XXI)
I am Mother and Father
Ego sum Mater et Pater
I am Hope when You have No One
Nec habeas spem mihi
I am Borneo
Ego sum Borneum*
You am I
Te sum ego
https://youtu.be/aj5OFuL25PM
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ECCE BORNEUM XXI!
A P’SLAM FOR A MILLENIUM THE WORLD ENDS IN.
(I)
Behold Borneo
Ecce Borneum
Beautiful of Body
Pulchra Corporis
Perfect in Spirit
Perfectum in Spiritus
Not born of Humanity
Non ex Humanitas
I am the Stuff of Stars
A Effercio Stellarum
Behold Borneo
Ecce Borneum
The True Vessel of Life
Verum Vas Vita
(II)
Behold Borneo
Ecce Borneum
For as many years
Nam quot sunt
as there are Parasites on My Body
Parasitos in corpus
I have been here
Hic sum
(III)
An Island at Time’s horizon
Insulam ad temporis horizonte
A Speck in the Eye of Eternity
Festucam in oculo aeternitatis
I am the Germ Cell of Life
Ego sum germinis cellam Vita
Behold Borneo!
Ecce Borneum!
(IV)
Approach Me in Awe
Accedere me est in reverentia
Savour the Fruit of My Body
Odoratus fructus mei Corpus
If You dare
Si audeat
Covet the Jewels in My Hair
Concupisces Ornamenta est in coma
Child of the Sun
Infantem sit praedicto Sol
Bright burning in the Firmament
Clara ardens est in Firmamento
Drink of Me
Bibere de mecum
My Essence is Yours
Mea essentia est Tuus
And Mine Always
Et Meus Semper
I am Borneo
Ego sum Borneum
(V)
Host to a Host of Hosts
Hostiam multis exercituum
Ark of earthly design
Arcam terrenus consilium
Paradise sought found and lost
Paradiso quaesitae invenit et perdidit
(VI)
A Babel sweetly burdened by it’s complexity
Confusionem suaviter onerati per scriptor complexionem
A Life measured dissected dismembered
Vita mensus secabat adfixi
Dispersed and disposed of by My Servants
Dispersit disposita per servos meos
(VII)
But I prevail
Sed praevalebunt
For I am Life without end
Quia sum Vita sine finem
In a World without meaning
In Mundus sine significat
I am Borneo
Ego sum Borneum
(VIII)
I am your mother
Ego sum mater
Ravaged by greed
Percussitque avaritia
Violated by envy
Violaret invidia
(IX)
Torn asunder by petty Princes
Convelli parvis Principes
My Mountains still suckle the Clouds
Mea Montes adhuc lactaverunt in Nubila
My Tears still quench the Forest’s Green thirst
Mea lacrimae tamen extinguere Silvae scriptor viridis siti
(X)
Dissolving My Heart Rock
Liquefaciens mea Cor scriptor Petra
Water binds Me to the Sea
Aqua ligat me ad mare
Why do You deny Me?
Quid negare me?
(XI)
I am Borneo
Ego sum Borneum
An Island in the Sea of Man
Homo insula maris
I offer Refuge and You ravage Me
Ego offerre refugium et tu conculcare me
I offer Comfort and you rend My Raiment
Ego offerre consolamini et scindite vestimenta mea
(XII)
I caress Your Body and You spurn me
Ego blandientur Corpus tuum et spernis me
Blinded by light wrested from the sun
Excaecatus lux extortis sol
Drowning in Blood from Wounds You cannot Heal
Submersam in sanguis vulnerum tu potest non Sana
(XIII)
Drunk on elixirs of Your own Concoction
Biberunt in elixirs de tuum LIQUAMENTUM
Consumed by Poisons promising Salvation
Consumpta venena promittens salus
Choking on the Putrefaction of Your own Corpses
Suffocatio in putredinem tuum Funera
(XIV)
Stumbling starving and parched midst Plenty
Offensionis emistis et arida medio Copia
Still You Multiply
Tamen multiplica
But as many as Leaves on the Tree
Quotquot autem lignum Folia
You are Blind to the Fruit proffered
Fallit te fructus protulerunt
You Die without Hope
Te absque Spes
My blossom annointed
Mea flore unctus
A Seed swaddled in the Flesh of My Womb
Educavi semen in carne mea vulva
Falling falls to the Forest floor
Cadens cadit ad Silva area
The Promise of Eternal Life
Promissiónem aeternam Vita
Rotting Carrion to the dogs
Putredine CADAVER ad canes
(XV)
Behold Borneo
Ecce Borneum
Attend Me well
Attende me bene
(XVI)
I am the Tree
Ego sum in Arbor
That bears You
Qui fert tu
(XVII)
I am the Rock
Ego sum Petra
That cradles You
Quod cunas tu
(XVIII)
I am the Water
Ego sum Aquarum
That cleanses Your Soul
Quod purgat tua Anima
(XIX)
I am the Air
Ego sum Aer
That You breathe
Quod tu spirant
(XX)
I am the Light
Ego sum lux
That dispels Fear
Quod discutit timere
(XXI)
I am Mother and Father
Ego sum Mater et Pater
I am Hope when You have No One
Nec habeas spem mihi
I am Borneo
Ego sum Borneum
You am I
Te sum ego
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AfW
Kuching 2011