The Malachite Curse 5 : Who killed Cuifen?

The Malachite Curse 5 : Who killed Cuifen?

21 March 2020

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Ming-Hoa’s sight was darkening as he felt the pressure of Chow’s hands around his neck strengthen. Soon he would be reunited with Cuifen he thought for an eternity or at least until only their bones were left. Ming-Hoa believed that once the flesh was gone, the consciousness of the person was also gone unlike the other villagers who believed that the life energy ceased to exist once the breath had gone. He could feel the blood beat at his temples as he mechanically gasped for breath. Suddenly he felt himself freed from Chow’s clutch. Those restraining Ju-Long had come to his rescue and pulled her off him. The women came over to try and reason with Chow so that she would stop trying to go back and strangle Ming-Hoa.

 

Slowly it would seem that Chow had been reasoned into passivity, so the men returned to their rolling of the coffin on the platform. Somehow none of them felt it was safe enough to directly haul the coffin over their shoulders like they would normally do. Besides, with all the marble of the coffin it was easier to roll it to the graveyard than carry it. Ming-Hoa who was now freed from Chow’s vice-like grip was wailing and following Cuifen’s coffin, uttering from time to time nonsensical whimpers that sounded like muffled words. Eu-Meh thought she could hear something like “Three drops of blood”… “One minute you were”… “body so pure “… “why did you tear” “my ponytail”. She wondered whether Ming-Hoa had attempted to abuse Cuifen and subsequently murdered her when she refused. It all seemed so logical. She should remember to mention that to the police when they would come.

 

There was no policeman in their village, just one in the nearby village and it would take a day or two for him to come over. She knew that the inquest would have to be handled by more than just that policeman so he would need to wait for the other ones to arrive from the city. This could take another two or three days so the inquest would only start around a week from then. She wondered whether it was wise to already bury Cuifen and have her dug out when the inquest started. There had been one other murder a long time ago and although the murderer had been known, the inquest had still decided that the body must be dug up to corroborate the way the murder had been carried out and the murderer who had been responsible for that murder. She wondered whether she should ask the villagers to stop the burial but realized that everybody seemed to want to be rid of the sight of Cuifen dead.

 

Chow who had now been relatively quietened by the women was now following Eu-Meh. This latter slowed down so Chow could catch up with her. Without a word Eu-Meh put a reassuring arm around Chow sustaining her frame as she could see that the normally stoic Chow was very near to collapsing.

 

  • I think I know who killed Cuifen, she said in a hoarse whisper, but promise me you will not do anything if I tell you.

 

Gurdjieff / De Hartmann – Persian Song

 

Shadows in my eyes

Shadows in my eyes

20 October 2018

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Battlefields anew

Conqueror and conquered writhe

Scars only outcome

 

Moonlight rises pale

Extinguished now the sorrow

A new song finds heart

 

The light falls on brow

A quiver on my eyelid

Shadows in my eyes

 

Reading of the poem: 

To the Moon and back – Savage Garden

 

 

In between choices

In between choices

1 January 2017

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Suspended

Breath of the sorrow

Between chains

Hood remains

Soul that gives all forgives pains

Even red morrow

 

Truth prevails

Through the jutting nails

Of wolves mask

Relentless task

Some take knowledge to sky heights

Some fleshy delights

 

Mind hovers

In between choices

Twin voices

Of lovers

The Truth only gives Freedom

To unchained Kingdom

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Truth – Audiomachine

Red Sorrow – Audiomachine

Ice of Phoenix – Audiomachine

 

Throw me words

Throw me words

16 November 2016

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Fallen down

On concrete flooring

Reaching lows

Loosing flows

This blood cascading river

Cutting deep slowly

 

Breathe in me

Sounds of your return

The days cry

As I yearn

For your name to be printed

Across soul wilted

 

Sorrow’s clown

Pantomimes a thought

In my mind

Windmills grind

Sands grains that come loose sinking

Hopes of lost laughter

 

Morrows flee

Your shadow hovers

Moon covers

Pale lovers

Their sight building up in I

Living on a lie

 

Frozen crown

Plays with fire’s lace

In disgrace

Throw me words

Flocking sheep to their shepherds

Once upon a rhyme

 

Give up glee

Nothing left to see

Buy me time

Features grime

Mask the curse you gifted me

Break this death’s saunter

 

Reading of the poem: 

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So Close – Olafur Arnalds feat. Arnor Dan

The colour of the night – Lauren Christy

It’s not goodbye – Laura Pausini

 

The Watcher

The Watcher

1 October 2016

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Singled out

Phrases from the book

Of shadows

Seeping through

Sand of the desert landscapes

Plaintive muted tapes

 

Sorrows pour

Drink of the numbness

The duress

Concentrate

Dilution mindset of Hope

Renewed way to cope

 

We bear hurt

Anguish a blemish

The Watcher

Dissolves slow

Restoration lifetime’s Art

Renewing the glow

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Summoning of the Muse – Dead Can Dance

 

Unbecome and Be

Unbecome and Be

26 August 2016

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The mind’s flow

Individual

Breaking down

Components

Parts peering through the glow

The Self a construct

 

To destruct

Remnants of the Self

Composure

Meaningless

The Faith is to the Faithless

Only a con swept

 

Breaching height

Pitfalls of knowledge

Within forts

Steely courts

Restore in me my kingdom

Dancer in the Tides

 

Body lust

Your way to my flesh

Skin unmesh

Will me free

We walk together by three

The shadow ruler

 

Soul abides

By rules unwritten

Rock bottom

Inside delve

They painted the skies in twelve

Thirteen my stardom

 

To instruct

The fruit of sorrow

Hunger game

No longer

Biding by appearances

Unbecome and Be

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Unbecome – Vas & Azam Ali

Bardo – Vas & Azam Ali

Refuge – Vas & Azam Ali

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

20 August 2016

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Now gone the attorney good riddance to all thrall

The chambers are stagnant the judges are silent

Corruption is rampant justice absence strident

Tongues of poets ferny with a lisp to enthrall

 

When stretched on a gurney with no love to recall

The moments then vacant no solace can present

Like death of a vagrant with no soul to lament

The end of the journey as the wild creatures call

 

New Times will come starker Mark my voice come hither

The sun hides in sorrow forgotten shadows’ child

The prairies are darker when the flowers wither

 

The hare leaves its burrow by the stillness beguiled

The venom’s the marker as the charmers slither

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Pa Bailar (Bailarin en el Tren) – Bajofondo

Zitarrosa – Bajofondo

Infiltrado – Bajofondo

 

Heavens within me

Heavens within me

13 May 2016

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They speak fast

Of fires of hell

Chiming bell

Lost players

For who rings the fated knell

They quake in questions

 

The preachers

They spit dark venom

From black souls

Pits and coals

All stirred up without the love

Forgotten the dove

 

The slayers

They blend words and swords

Practicing

A fine art

Never to reach divine start

The engine falters

 

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Lost prayers

Realms of green altars

Whispering

Beckoning

To ultimate sacrifice

My bosom to slice

 

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Piece me meals

In temples of greed

You were born

Swallow’s creed

Migration within you seed

Of moving morrows

 

Drink my blood

I am son of none

Sun’s first born

Moon’s daughter

You sip of me in laughter

Sorrow’s canticles

 

Hear never

The whispers are soft

The thunders

Harsh wonders

I lone listen to neither

Heavens within me

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Hymn to Hope – Secret Garden

Illumination – Secret Garden

The Promise – Secret Garden

No trade where no fear

No trade where no fear

7 May 2016

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Silent stream

World of inversion

Relentless

Whirling fast

Desperation to the last

Of fading monsters

 

Strident scream

World of perversion

Black to white

The weak smite

The kings walk slow in tatters

While the knaves bear crowns

 

Inside out

The miracles wane

Fading pain

New desire

Unending cycle matters

The caves of my mind

 

Light splatters

Cavities of eyes

I see them

The dark hordes

Silhouettes cut against gleam

Of waning moonbeam

 

They depict

With our quaking fears

Shades of grey

Loss decay

Down once more into the fray

Battle creation

 

Upside down

Kafka they remind

Those patterns

Bleak lanterns

Rising of the dead who drowns

Though the hand extends

 

We will see

The victorious ends

Rise of tides

That repeat

Endless the ways of defeat

When hearts speak sorrow

 

White pages

They speak to me scores

Sentences

Suspended

The trail of lives now ended

When agony won

 

We are one

Our beauty so clear

Fine crystal

Shimmering

The end of slavery’s ring

No trade where no fear

 

Reading of the poem: 

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My Favourite Faded Fantasy – Damien Rice

I don’t want to change you – Damien Rice

The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice

Feel through lips see through Heart the pain now gone

Feel through lips see through Heart the pain now gone

17 March 2016

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Remember the time you fit me like glove

The beach in our minds glistened under moon

We split the waters and gathered in love

Mastered tidal waves that ebbed all too soon

 

Fusion confusion wild horse and white dove

Through opposites strong wills do sway and swoon

Surrender, compromise to will above

Dark hour like light blaze stops shadows at noon

 

Take me to zero-point show me your face

Through mists that clear outline of Avalon

The mirror’s surface reflects sunken Grace

 

Rise above fumes of sorrow’s cloak you don

Come hither ease my frame out of white lace

Feel through lips, see through Heart the pain now gone

 

Reading of the poem: 

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La Genèse – Arman Amar