The Malachite Curse 4 : Chow’s fury and Cuifen’s burial

The Malachite Curse 4 : Chow’s fury and Cuifen’s burial

12 March 2020

 

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With a speed unexpected given her stocky build, Chow leapt onto Ming-Hoa who had just been released by the men holding him as they had to tend to the platform, rolling it to the cemetery where they would bury Cuifen. Chow held Ming-Hoa’s ridiculously thin throat in a deadlock and the men who had come back from rolling the platform on its wheels were no match for the strength of her fury as she tightened her fingers around Ming-Hoa’s neck.

 

  • You killed her, you old bastard, she spat out at Ming-Hoa who merely spluttered. He seemed to have no will to fight her deadly fingers. You killed my beautiful Cuifen, she continued in a rage

 

Cuifen whom she had carefully clothed and taught all the rudiments of life and who had somehow been able to teach her back more refined ways of doing things. Cuifen whose beautiful hair she had combed and tied back with a sigh wishing she could allow her to have her hair fall around her beautiful face. She had known then that Cuifen’s beauty could be a curse because she could not even let her hair fall alongside her face without that causing a stirring in the hearts of all those who saw her. Cuifen who had come out of her, an infinite gift despite the horrible relationship she was in and which had allowed her to endure more easily the beatings she used to get from her husband. Cuifen whom even her father would never harm so much he was awed by her beauty. Cuifen who had been robbed from her by this contorted old man.

 

Chow’s hands continued to tighten around the neck of Ming-Hoa and the latter suddenly realized that he wanted to die. He wanted to die in the hope that the crowd would bury him close to Cuifen’s grave rather than have to break the ice-covered earth in a totally different place. It would indeed be easier to overturn the earth nearer to Cuifen’s grave than attempt to break through another new patch of ice further away. He was surprised to find that he did not fear death anymore as long as he could share a proximity with Cuifen in death if not in life. Besides, now that Chow was strangling him, he realized that she was indeed dead and he no longer had any desire to live. He closed his eyes offering his neck to Chow.

 

The other villagers had already started breaking the ice in the cemetery in anticipation of the arrival of the platform holding Cuifen’s coffin. For some reason, the ice seemed more difficult to break than usual. It was as if the earth itself refused to swallow Cuifen and wanted her to stay forever exposed to the eyes of the villagers. As they continued to dig with their shovels turned sideways each one thought back to their first encounter with her and the latter encounter once she had started growing up into a beautiful young girl. Those who were married had cursed the fate that got them married before she had grown up and those who were unmarried dreamt secretly of how they would woo her after they had earned enough to be able to afford a marriage. They dug with the force of desperation not only to counter the might of the ice but also to counter the flooding of the images of their broken dreams as they now had to literally bury them with her.

 

Spirit of Free – Saint of Sin

The fools follow lies

The fools follow lies

1 January 2017

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Undeterred

Blinded hatred herd

Pushing through

Wars of faith

Warlords faithless brink masters

Pushing to blisters

 

Consensus

A brief bleak respite

Nature’s call

Angels fall

Instincts of the animal

Woven in mammal

 

Prime life thoughts

Rhyme forget me nots

Prayers meek

Cathedrals

Art of taking to the peak

Mistakes that they seek

 

All is spent

Pennies and heaven

Pains in souls

Underwent

Momentary bridled lamp

The blind back to camp

 

Treasure map

Splitting in four squares

Hidden wolves

Prepare lairs

In the message look for ark

Brittle noise their bark

 

Orders tight

Like my bosom’s breath

Impending

Lifelike death

The wise point to the blue skies

The fools follow lies

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Warlords – Audiomachine

Wars of Faith – Audiomachine

When it all falls down – Audiomachine

Being Alive – Audiomachine

Unfinished Life – Audiomachine

Final Hope – Audiomachine

 

Woman on the Top

Woman on the Top

27 August 2016

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Salvation

Your empty wordings

Flowing free

Withered tree

Unwatered by your limp hand

A mouth to demand

 

Damnation

Your hatred coursing

Black rivers

Bring shivers

Brethren replicate the quakes

Judges make mistakes

 

Innocence

A burning willow

Nooses flow

Like the waves

Your mountains’ glory but caves

Sheltering the knaves

 

Complacence

Congratulate self

Twisted doll

Tightly knit

Into clothes that barely fit

Reintegrates shelf

 

Conduction

My nerves leading way

From decay

To dismay

Prosecuting intention

Witnesses galore

 

Eruption

My fiery breath

Heated frame

Sorry lame

I will not stretch below tame

Woman on the Top

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Eternal Return – Irfan

Monsalvato – Irfan

Peregrinatio – Irfan

 

How do you crush an Angel?

How do you crush an Angel?

6 December 2015

 

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It was winter’s cool

Evenings spent in the garden

Time struck Eleven

 

Flickering white pairs

All but the one destitute

Lulling lights Seven

 

Jasmine exhaling

Frangipanis twining in

The scent of heaven

 

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A whiff of her frame

Mother, she speaks to my Heart

In my soul she plays

 

Tell me then blue child

What upset now your belly

That Trinity bore?

 

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Mind in between thoughts

Webs of feelings alternate

Confusion galore

 

Heart spoke of fatigue

The tireless clocks that wound

Butterflies’ pathways

 

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Famine and hatred

Fabricated woven webs

Bitterness and lies

 

She pointed to skies

How do you crush an Angel?

As your faith slow dies

 

I blew them a kiss

Gifted streams of my eyes’ pearls

Hushed in Heart my cries

 

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Angels calling me – Denean

A choir of angels Ave Maria (Caccini) – Tom Cully – slowed down

 

Eye will see you blow the hatred’s Flames

Eye will see you blow the hatred’s Flames

5 November 2015

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Out of the waters of your prayers

I, child of the blue come in naked simplicity

 

Look into the infinite my veil

Feel my Grace open your Heart at the Touch of my Face

 

Take the silent drop that falls withered

Open your heart and release the waterfalls anew

 

Eye watched Abel and Cain together

Walk down in Peace from rocky mountains to my valleys

 

The Hawk from above sees all with Heart

Watch as its message through dancing form flows in the falls

 

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Wings are made for shelter and uplift

Seek not just waterfalls be of all the healing flow

 

Eye will see you blow the hatred’s Flames

As tomorrow will rise in the desert’s land Bright

 

Darkness now Light the beast tamed fly White

From confined prisons plunge into forgiveness waters

 

Drown in my blue thirst or reach for skies

Float in my mercy, see your twin, together now fly

 

Eyes have many wishes in rainbows

Walk to the meeting point, my skies’ lands of tomorrow

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Schubert – Ave Maria

The morning of Hope – Sobhe Omid – Hamad Zamani

Tree of Life – Lacrimosa