New Poems by Geo Cosmos
So what if I love you? And what if you did love me?
You still did left me. You have really gone away.
And this has happened always, in every century.
In so many age in blood in cold in war. It’s lurid.
I remember being the page of Joan of Arc
You were the Byzantine Count of Xantopoulos, marked.
I was watching you from behind a curtain
But you were courting Joan of Arc of this I was certain.
She was very much against your allies the Hussites
Cause some of them were running around naked at their sites
She was not talking to you at all, her virgin image supreme
And I I got fat in a way, eating too much cream.
All the while you were reading the Book of the Zohar
You have told us the Pope is just a pumpkin covered by hair
In those days I began to read the Bible myself
And I could see in it Father and Son, not just a book on a shelf.
Half a century has passed since Torquemade
was attacked by Jews who have killed his surrogate.
In that time you served in Madrid as an Ambassador
And I was a Rabbi, not a Conquistador.
You have been one of my cruel inquisitors
It depended on you who‘ll be my tormentors.
I saw in your eyes as joy was flickering
When they started to peel off my skin like I was a herring.
Then we saw each other at Archbishop Wolsey
When King Henry the Eight said he soon would see
How he will get new Papal concessions
To his divorce. You conducted meetings and sessions.
There were many times when we could meet each other
Just your eye has sent me some furtive light here and there.
And I always felt some homely feeling at that
As if I have found some long lost beloved pet.
As if I had in me some deep wound or recess
Or an enigma or some new step in chess
And my heart was so full of the hot Lava
While my face was closed, almost as if in awe.
We had so many different works done: we became quite close too,
We felt how we were attracted to each other’s body and soul,
But we have never become a real couple though
You always found someone better than me and I stayed alone.
Now, at the burial I have asked someone
What was the real truth? Did you really leave me?
I pretended to stay alive afterwards
In spite of being dead – thirty years have passed.
They have made me believe you loved someone else
That a good friend became closer to your heart
Although today I think this is only showing
that you wanted to seek remedy to some failing.
I used to be Elsbeth of Báthory once upon a time
You were my Greek page: and I have killed you
Later you were a Vizier, and me your Body Guard,
You wanted to make love : I killed you with a sword.
In the Court of the Zrínskis we were pages both
Then we served his Cousin Rakoczky, warring many months
And in a few years we were cut in four as rebels
No one has defended us, we were torn jewels.
Napoleon has feigned a Putch against himself
To liberate some Barons from Prison, more than twelve.
Among them we see my ancestor, great-granddaughter of Bercsényi
father in-law was famous as a hipnotiseur, his many gold shiny.
You have been his disciple, the abbé of Faria
Described by Dumas , imprisoned far away.
A guard in that prison I happened to be
And I left you unguarded to be able to flee.
After fifty years in a Budapesht prison
János Xántus and my great-grandfather lived in the same garrison
That case was not really that much in olden times
So my great-grand-aunt could describe it in details.
Many people tell me. Hey, do not love him too much!
After all he died now, is buried, impossible to touch!
But I answer simply, you have died so many times already
And why should I not love you? If I am now ready.
My Golden Horse I beg you, take me into the Sky
Your Queue will be your Wing, with that you may
We will then plant a Yellow Rose on your tomb
And we will cry our tears, all round, like a
The seagull is screeching
The eagle is complaining
This kingly writing
Will not be compelling
They have reported to me,
To King Ferdinand,
Arbues was decapitated,
Mistaken to be Torq‘made.
Jews with their dark soul
Populace so foul
Eternal Light shines in them
Like them was my Grandmother.
From the Palaiologos-Xanthos family
Who are the shining relatives
Of the Bizantine Emperors
Some are translating our Holy Bible!
This heretic often states
That Jews are really softer mates,
But not here down on Earth,
But only in our deepest Heart.
So that not by birth will
Someone become a Jew
In depends on the Will
If he loves or he wants to sue.
I don’t know, I don’t know,
But it is sure today
That my Throne will fall
If he does proclaim.
I will send him a blood-red cruel bomb
To chase him away and to stop his lead.
They should pierce his wife’s birthing womb
So that they should lose the remnants of his seed.
He’s got a handsome page
Who is not yet a man
They should invent a tale
That they are playfully gay.
Stage a theft in his quarters
Steal the Page’s secret Journal
They should enter a few lines
In which his love for The Count shines.
He should confess his love,
That he thinks he is for him a Dove
Stretch him on a torture bench
Until his heart and tongue bends.
The Count should be let to write
A Last word for his defence
In which he can state as he likes
That he has been touching only his legs and arms.
This is what the Zohar is saying
Almost in every other line
That an absence of a father
Diminishes if you touch there.
My poor daughter, Isabelle,
Although they say she is crazy,
She has fallen in love with the rebel
This Blonde Count and his glory.
Still she will be given
To her Habsbourg groom
Even if he is driven
By a moody gloom.
I have received a page
Not too late tonight
That this little vain page
Is engaged to the Knight.
He was stolen by the Jews
From a wealthy orphanage
Rabbi Abarbanel chose
To hide his bastard in this age.
We do not exactly know
Why he was put to this institute
Some claim that the mom
Became a prostitute.
There they fed him through his rear end
With a tube to get his nourishment.
Later this Jewish page
Found no other outlet
He went to Bizantine
As a street musician, singer.
On the street he was seen
By Xanthos the Good Count
And at once he was keen
To let him live on his account
He did not have an offspring
So he took him as his stepson
He became his sibling
Protected his person.
To translate the Zohar
To translate the Zohar
They traveled to Florence
The expences rather soar
And it was not sixpence.
They arrived from Italy
To our Barcelona
Into the sweet home valley
Of Ferdinand and Isabella
Each morning their sitting posture
On the beach while praying
And all they little gestures
My local men are prying.
The small brown-haired page
Sat back to back with the Count
Because according to a Zohar page
The Rear End’s meeting is what counts.
When two men are touching
Each other without desire
This is an important posture
That is why they stay there
This posture excludes each and every movement
Everything gets still and wholly red
But if someone looks at a rear end
The World-Machine starts and enters the Recovering.
All that was bad will be good and the opposite is true too
Those who were sitting alone, will now split into two.
Each 45 years this motion will happen
Chroniclers call it Recovery and then
The rest will come: Goal-Father, Want-Sister
And Intellect-Mother are built on one and other.
The Eye of the Cosmic Being wanders in the Rear
And Everyone feels and says: „Intellect I bear“.
For the eye when pulls up the hip or the back
This gesture infuses every cell and each track.
Not just the eye, nose and ear
Not only the leg, hand or rear
All body part will create a whole
And every little part is creating an All.
That is why this teaching must be persecuted
That the true mother-child gaze should be exluded
Because at the root of each eye-contact we will find
A non-earthly system that is there behind.
This system has a yearly changing aspect
Sunspots are its main cause: they incite disrespect
Each 45 years we have the most number of killing
And every 11 years we have lots of feeling.
Xantopoulos, The son of the Blonde
Owns this ancient teaching bond
So they must be all killed like a rat
If I don‘t defend myself my fate will be bad.
If I were not the king I would certainly join
As this theory is beautiful like a golden coin
That all our glances have a cosmic effect
But it is safer if this knowledge belongs to the select.
Would it be too easy if every man could know it
Which body part in which year can easily bow it.
Better if the secret system of the world
Stays hidden and we stay stuck with the empty word.
Let this two felons be tied together pat
The Yellow-haired Count and this Jewish rat
Impaled through their rear their blood should pour on flames
That should be the fate of those who want to know the Names.
We are running into the Autumn and the Winter’s shine!“
Thus he screams the Good-Hearted Yellow Count
While on his bosom his loved one gave account.
I have revenged the Lead Killer, Arbues
I have poured fresh blood that are not in Lues.
I am closing my eyes. I have hit like a lightning.
The Blonde Count’s Jewish friend’s icy eyes aren’t lighting.
The seagull is screeching
The eagle is complaing
A King has been burned
So that Blood was not poured.
Storks are flying
Owls are watching
We hear in the cell
Of the Tower, how they fell.
This year has a bad fate
For Archbishop Wolsey
King Henry the Eight
Your demise he would see.
You were not able
To persuade the Pope
To make the King divorcable
And give Anne Boleyn some hope.
The Greek Envoy was late
To arrive to London
Who went to ask the Prague Rabbinate
For good argumentation.
Pope Martin is captive
Of Charles of the Habsburgs
He is very active
Not to let the stamps pour.
Many Rabbis watch it
How the non-Jews are fighting
As their hatred has an effect
On when the Mashiah will come as fact.
At this time like again and again
Is the one who must accept
That this Rank will leave him inept.
Spies are catching always
The letters of the rabbis
They want to see how they
Act to stop things and how to let be.
In one of these letters
Wolsey himself has asked
A Bible based argument
From the Rabbi of Prague.
An other letter
Went through Prague
From King John of Hungary
To Marry Mary of Habsburg
The Rabbi reads it laughing
Sitting next to his fire
The foolish Hunnish King
He forgot the Habsburg ire.
Emperor Charles Mary’s brother
Will never cede his sister
He did not allow Henry’s divorce
Why would he care about John’s mores?
A Xantos-related Baron
Is galopping to Poland now
To ask for Queen the little girl
From among Yagellos.
From there he would cross the Channel
Using his rank as Prince of Ciprus
He has set his eyes on Anne Boleyn
His blood is hot like a citrus.
The spy of Henry is there
In every secret hole
He knows that the Greek envoy
Is up at nights like an owl.
He is followed to the inn
Or in the tavern
Where he meets a Rabbi’s son
To change some gold coin.
And he asks the Jewish guy
To accompany him today
And help to find arguments
From the Bible against women.
Anne Boleyn awaits him
In his secret Palace
She likes the Greek Hero
With his Jewish companion.
She dresses herself nicely
In a robe with free bosom
And after a few party
Both men are in her bed: awesome.
But Anne Boleyn is angry
The Rabbi-son sleeps deeply
And when awake he only speaks
With this Blonde Ciprus Earl
How to find a Bible cue
Or to make a barbecue.
They are sitting back to back
Following ancient lore
Saying two men can be in love
Without sex or using a whore.
Anne has made a vow
To report them at once.
She will accuse them
With the sin of Sodom.
Ciprus Embassy sent
Envoy to the King now
Golden cups with red wine
Is sent by the Governor.
„Should I let free the Yellow Count?
Should I let Anne be hanged?
No, I will put him to the Tower
Where Wolsey is handled.“
Seed of the Mashiah
In the city of Prague
Hears the Demise of Boleyn
And he starts to „Bible-leyn.“
„I must help my London Brother
Using some hypnosis
To make him free from this Greek other
And read instead the Gnosis.“
He takes from silk cloth
He takes from silk cloth
And sees a knife in
His Nephew’s hand
„Oh My Star, My Soldier
Golden Shield, My Heros.
In your Golden Ass-Crack
I did not put my Phallos.
Although we would have liked
To do just sucha thing
But we acepted it is a sin
As the Zohar has stated.
Oh my Golden Guard
My Blue Violet
You were taken from me
Now I do not have a friend
Except my cold silver Knife.“
The Prague Rabbi quickly
Leafes through the Bible portions weekly
Not for a text just for a song
Which is the only remedy .
The secret reading melodies
Can have an effect far away
As he is mumbling the words
It is heard in fields and woods.
On the Table of
On the Table of Szapolyai
King of Hungary
We see the Head of the Serb Tzar
With whom he likes to converse daily.
He shows the Head to small Isabelle
His as-yet-virgin Fiancée
Who stays calm as she hears some bells
From the Rabbi’s melody.
In this World most things are
We think we are bettering it
Or we are battering it.
The only element that counts
Is the Tune of the Rabbi
And what his cousins do with Greek Counts
Which body part is watched keenly.
The Nephew is walking
Round and round the London Tower
Where Wolsey and the Greek are sitting
And the young man is just singing
„Oh, my beautiful Horse
I want to be your Saddle
We would fly away at Once
And not be again sad.“
But alas, what’s he seeing?
Guards do carry a box.
And the Sword of the Governor
Is on it, oh, like in the books.
„My Wolfe, my sweet little Bear
So your life has been cut!
Ido not think I am able to bear
To be in such deep pit.
You have become my Bone-Friend
On a Filed of Ice Flowers
You loved my naked Body
And now yours became so Bloody.“
The Prague Rabbi now sees
As a new Guard enters.
Yellow Parchment in his hand
With a Boleyn-Made Stamp.
Ahron the Rabbi-Nephew
Opens it while in awe
And we can see in the Telescope
As he reads it with a lost hope:
„Let this Letter be Given
To the Hands of this Rabbi’s Son
Who was Spirit-Brother
With the Count of Xanthos.
Dear Ahron, you must know
That which you could see too
That Wolsey with your dear Lord
Has become like one, not two.
He asked him to put oil
On his fatty belly
And while giving a massage
Also to give him a message
From the Bible passage.
The Fat Bishop fell in love
With the Handsome Governor
And they have left restraints behind
Not excluding the Behind.“
His hands on the Torah
Ahron ben Mordehai
Feels his heart is too rough
And feels nearing his decay.
So the Bishop led to sin
His beloved Virginal Count
And thus he has corrupted all
That has been pure and whole.
No, to love each other is okay
It was never disavowed
Men may be in love without decay
To abuse the rear is not allowed.
„You did now betray
Me my sweet Blonde Prince
Even if you would stay alive
Our love would now wince.
I could not even tell you
As you would not grasp my stance
Why your Bible-learning Youth
Must keep forever his Distance.“
Pheasant is dancing
His queue not forgetting
Golden Flower in his Beck
It falls down suddenly.
My great-great-great grandmother,
Elsbeth von Báthory
Is screeching the wall in the Castle of
Bloody visions arrive with each evening
Her windowless cell has walls: it is
grey and appalling.
She thinks about her loyal Husband,
Franz von Nádasdy
As his Jacket’s buttons all shine like
In which we see his sister‘s naked
Anointed with honey and tied to some
That is her punishment for coming home
Her duty is to be moral to a new order
Similarly like his Vallon soldiers‘
Who were sewn into horse skin and put to
the fire’s element.
The Vallon Party got weak
So that Spain’s Prince Alba
Could at once break
The brother of the Prince of Orania
Louis Was killed
And Alba has made a big feast
Inviting enemy and ally.
The Envoy of Ciprus, heir of Count
Is a sponsor of the sects that wear no
With his friend,a
Rabbi, called Yeshua Horowitz
They are spreading the Word of Zohar
in a little clique.
So it has been reported to Prince Alba
At once he decided to tkae his sword
from the shelf.
At once he orders in a red-blood temper
To tie the hands of the Yellow Count
should not with our Bible tamper.
Rabbi Yehoshua was given to Sultan’s
His simple cell’s l at the Bosporus is
not longer than a few yard.
Their Wisdom-seeking Friendship like
Blue Sky behind Them
Was never forgotten in all those prison
Some decades have passed when they were
Ans they happened to meet just in the
Court of Nadasys.
„My dear olf Friend you got fat
But still I would love to embrace you
As you keep being lean in my heart and
pure too. “
They taught us that it is good
If a Man has deeper Feelings
For another Man without rue
They never have children.
Just to touch is not taboo
Only making love is a big no
Meshi Ah means: „Caress, Brother!“
This will not bring you low.
Husband of Liz Báthory has heard this
talk and thought
How th Palatine has attacked his fair
Listening, listening, he realize slowly
That in the Bible writings caressing is
Please my sweetest sister, give me your forgiveness
I put you among insects when you just
made a stroll.
I was too much strict with all those
Of whom I have heard to be with one girl
Báthory’s cousin was Valentine
Just twenty years old then, not yet a
He likes to listen to the words of the
Count and the Rabbi
And all the while he played and sang.
Suddenly the Rabbi looked at him and
„But this melody is sung when we read
Yes, there are calming melodies
That work really like remedies.
„Please, sing my dear Valentine from
the words of Zohar
That between Friendship is so helpful
for the good soldier.
They go together to dance, and to give
And the best case is when the two of
them are with a girl coupling.“
Next day our Valentine went to the
And he felt that a soldier was touching
He sprang up in anger and with a linen
He hit the guy at once, blood was
„What are you doing, you Bastard, am I
not a Lard!“
Then he recognized the handsome face at
Governor of Ciprus, Yellow-son tha Count
When he touches a leg he has good
Cause in the Zohar he has read that the
world is a cup
Created by the sinless manyl touchings.
„But this Word is Sinful“, shouts
our dear Balassa
And he hits the Jewish Rabbi, who heals
for weeks with a potion.
Elsbeth of Báthory watches the grey
Reminiscing slowly ho life went by as a
She was only gathering motherly
Still she was accused to be a murderous
„No I was not interested
In the girls, or those drugs
Nothing was important
Just I waited for the minute
When I could be with you.
I always did feel that
I will not see you again
I cannot even imagine
How I did not turn into stone.“
Outside all those owls are
Squinting up to the Moon.
Still the leaves on bushes
Are awaiting trolls.
Prince Bethlen, Kara Mohamed and the Bene Israel
The bees are singing
So suddenly summer has
Just in the moring.
Menashe ben Israel
Was still an infant then
He did not even imagine
How will be his ageing.
He could not as yet know
He will persuade Cromwell
To leave the Jews come to
Because that will do well.
His wife’s ancestor was
So his son could become the
Messiah or as Greeks say the Christ.
That is why he was
intrigued that in America
Some discovered a clan of
Jews who were Indians.
All the while with his army
Prince Bethlen will reach
general is George Rakoczy
Who travels with a duenna.
The Party of the Reformates
Are against the Popists
the villages are now burnt
Many people are harshly
Valentine of Homonnay
My great grandfathers great
Could stop the army of
He is a puppet of the King
The Turkish High Vizier
Kara Mohamed was he called
Loved his Guard a Janissary
But he still resisted.
He learned with th Sufis
Reading the Holy Zohar
Has given caresses to the
But he only touched his
On a warm afternoon
Count Xantos the Fair
Has strolled on the Danube
the Sufi brother
Started just to teach.
He has explained
From the Zohar deeply
How from manyl touches
Comes quick recovery.
They did fall in love there
while they have been
learning long hours
So he asked his removal
Not to have two lords at
In the very same days
The English King gathered
our Greek Count said yes
And he went to England on a
That evening the Guard went
to his old lord
Pretending he even likes to
be with that fat belly
And when the Vizier has
turned away for a while
A silk cord was suffocating
his neck till he turned white.
Then Quasim slid from the
Went straight to Danube
Shouting to the sailors
Who accepted him as a
servant on the London ship.
Xantos is sleepy next to his open ship- window
And he hears how the wind
brings a song sleek like a willow.
"Oh, how much I love
My heart was split in two
Now I am sailing on your
Take me into your sleep.
I am closing my eyes
I am even seeing you
I will never get enough
From this desire so pure.
There we will stand again
At the leading post of our
With our swords like
All men can have their
That I cannot see you
I can barely fathom
To change into a wild dog I
Who can hide like an atom.
Oh my shining sibling
Oh blood from my old father
Oh my frozen lover
Death wants me to gather
I don’t want again
To wake up to the thought
That you are blown away
As water in a drought
Oh, there flows the Danube
What if I would fall there
But I can’t fall in nude
Instead I want to stay
From above our Count hears
The beautiful song
And he gives words to his
With a silver tongue:
"Aye, how very cold I
I beg you give me warmth
Embrace me like an ion
Take me to your arm
I see you are black dear
will chew your lips
will eat you till the end
Until I reach your cute
If you would not love me
I could not love you either
Oh, if yu would not eat me
I could not bite you
The English Captain has
Taking his silver watch
He gave orders , do them
Sailor Quaseem and
Was put onto some fetters
And they were put ashore.
Then they quickly took jobs
On a Sailing ship
They have had in Sao Paulo
Where they used a whip.
Later they moved to the
jungle being a bit wild
And they have sired a few
children from Indian women.
They kept their custom to
read the Bible daily
In original Hebrew mostly,
because that was dandy.
Mensshe ben Israel has been
given the news,
That there are Jewish
Indians, meaning the End is Close.
The teaching was given
Since ancient times
That to an Age all will be
When for all men the bible
will be fine
Insects are buzzing
Green grass is sprouting
On the rim of a stone
A frog is squeaking.
Apple flower is cold.
Sun swims in a fog.
Serpent glides under the woods
Has no fear from rain.
The wife of the Palatine, Mary of Széchy
Was a sober woman who folllowed her
great-great-great-mother is her mother
Her little cousins were Zrínyi and
Prince Rákóczi himself.
We don’t know who killed Count Zrinyi
by sending the oar
But we do know the Palatine has used
poison, to shut some mouth and ear.
In Eisenstadt at this time, preacher was
No one believed him when he told: here
is the Meshiah.
But Old Prince George Rákóczi’s
soldiers did believe
To their preacher, Drabik, that he did
come too Redeem
He will be the winner against
occupied Warsaw to make him King in that Borough.
He lost his charm there, Turks got angry
And they killed him by sending some
Wesselényi himself, using a pseudonyme
Hired a Jewish poison man called
Ruby by chance.
He asked for a good toxin to use it’s
To kill the Habsburg-party leader,
Just three hundred years ago there used
to live an Oswald
He was a minister and singer in the
Court of King Sigismond.
There was another Rubin in that age, a
And Lubomirsky was a cousin of the
It is only important because it shows us
That there are such Chance-made Rhythms:
Oswald, Ruby and Radziwill will come
again in three hundred years:
They will be appearing in the murder of
This is just a hint to show that those
who have departed
This is just a hint to show that those
who have departed
Are not disappearing forever they may
come back partly
Maybe just as names or hints but they
can take part:
In future lifes they will sometimes
Xantos-seed Zrínyi, Davidic son
If one of them dies the other’s heart
And in Zrinyi’s time we had a Xantos-relative
Mavrocordato was his name, the
Against the Zrinyi’s interest he
contracted a peace
At Vasvar and he got a price: he became
From then on his descendants ruled in
Rakoczis in Hungary they had a mania.
This Greek man has regularly perused the
And has found good arguments which never
And in Eisenstadt, Rabbi Mordhay heard
Messianic legends that were in the army,
English moderator was a man called
His two diamond eyes were in deep
People told about him, he was learning
And he embraces a Guard in the tent of
Mary of Széch had a funny custom
Many times when riding she took manly
Thus she met her future husband, Count
This she became rich woman, Hungary’s
Now again with her horse she wandered in
When the Marquis of Paget came on a hill
They fell in love instantly this was not
But the Guard whom Paget cheated had his
Paget defended himself by his sword
And he twisted the hand of the Guard
Mary was not lazy even her jacket was
Paget suddenly saw: as a woman she was
If we see a Woman’s Bosom instead of a
Behind Space-Time we lose our Recovery.
Our world can be peaceful only in one
If people want to love and stop this
So he had to kill his friend the Guard?
Oh, his tears have streamed with words:
„Oh, why were we not able to love all
three of us?
And resurrect together with the help of
At this moment another song has started
in the air
Mavrocordato was it, he sang also about
From tan on he became best friends with
That is how he he was able Moldovan
Throne to get.
„No, it cannot be that you cannot be
Oh, this simply cannot be.
It cannot be that all of this is just
That fantasy is really what cannot be.
It cannot be that you simply are nowhere
That Hades is encircling you like a
It cannot be that it is not possible to
That those who died should come back to
At this very moment young Newton waited
for his exams
He leafed through Descartes and he saw
in an instant
That there must be some Law that has an
On everything – and nothing is left
cracks in the huge world
Nothing ever fills them
Causes behind real causes
Are body-parts and year-distances
Sixhundred nsixty four is just such a
When in each forty-five years we get to
Newton also saw that Sound has a clear
A Biblical melody is able to change a
Mordehay from Eisenstadt wanted to read
He thought that knowledge is the key for
So he saw all the faces of the age in a
And again and again he saw Mary of
„Who are you, fair daughter, why do
you appear to me?“
„I loved many men but all I lost them
If you have the Soul of the Mashiah
please don’t stay a dummy
As I have heard in the Future they can
help us backward.
Since the Jewish God is the Future as
hinted in the Word
Which means also Love – the two names
have one Sound.”
„You are right my dear daughter we are
In this program where at the Meshy will
come at end
Where he is now, trying to help us
Yes there is a Pole
Where all Part is whole.
Where each one of us
Can love the other like couscous.
We will die all of us and resurrect
But our bloody wounds will be blown away
They will invent slowly a Machine to
Change the Past
On a Nano level we can be given a new
Heart that lasts.”
All flowers are cold.
The Sun rises, how bold!.
Serpent glides along the plain
Never afraid of the rain.
Orange colored berries
Fall from a brown twig
Small insect carries
It from the oak to the creek.
This New Year’s Eve is dark
Ocskay got caught
A traitor for Prince Rákóczy
Hope for him is naught.
For the biggest rabbi
The name of the Baal Shem Tov
May be written like this.
He goes deep in forests
Repeating Bible verses
Carrying some dry wood
For those who deserve.
He sees that the Mashiah
Cannot come till people are
Killing each other
Not acting like brothers.
So he keeps watching
What are Davidis sprouts up to
When will the White Pigeon come
To chase away the dark hue.
He sees that the Leader
Is just getting shaven.
He is just pondering
What death would be convenient.
His ancestor, King Mathias
Has peeled people alive
Matthis Nephew Zapolya
Ordered to eat human flesh
His son only cut off noses
And his great-grand-grandson
Rákóczi is the first
Who will have some remorse.
It is an extra question
What his sin should be called
To defend the Arpad-blooded King
A Habsburg. His head must fall.
The BEST is able to see far away
In Vienna, Oppenheimer
Writes a letter to Rákóczy
His money is lost he so whimpers.
All those golden ornaments
On the blue jacketed men
"Jewish credit – it is a curse,
To kill them – there’s no other
"Ww should just give a sign
That the Jew does not dictate
So let us put a fire
On their temple estate."
Instead Jews let us turn
To the Greek merchants
King of Moldavia’s urns
Are full of gold to enchant.
We have ancestors in common
Are all seeds of David.
But of course we all know
That Jews are all bastards
True-hearted Jews are those
Who await Jesus the Mashiah.
Young Mavro loves to dance
And he wanted to meet
Son of Oppenheimer
In order to ask credit.
Reuben’s father was strict
So he tried to find others
This was his only trick
To have vicarious fathers.
With easy pen with thoughts so deep
He just crossed out the debt.
In order to show the Greek
That he was not inept.
He even asked him to learn the Zohar
A biblical lore that teaches men to
caress each other.
The young Yellow Count was interested in
He did not care much about the Jewish
Evening came and his heart was pulling
him to women
He visited prostitutes to prove he
belonged to the men.
The grandson of old rabbis
Is singing a sad song
His father will say madly: Rubbish
When he hears the Greek won.
"Oh my yellow Horse
Take me through the river
If I cannot see you more
I must finish my living."
The BEST is now perceiving
His murderous bad feelings
So he sings a hypnotic verse
To wake up the Yellow Count
And he should run without count
To find the half-dead young man.
Yes, the Yellow Horse is awake
He leaves the whore and runs away
Quickly puts on his trousers
Runs to the palace to raise him.
He sees at once the Boy is white
Whiter than a Lily.
So he carries him – he’s so light
Brings him to safe custody.
The Son of The Jewish Money Man
Will be grateful all his life
He found among strangers a friendly One
Who from his heart pulled out his knife.
"Hey, my Horse, my Yellow One
Take me to the snow, man
All red berries have fallen down
Blood spread seen by no one."
That very night Ocskay the Captain
Was losing his proud head
A year ending caption
Everyone looking ahead.
Evenings are now black
Biting colds are back
White Pigeons sits on a Cross
Dreaming about little moths.
Prince Rákóczy is long dead but no one heard it.
Simple men are dreaming about calling him back to hit.
In a town called Vasharhey four men found the key:
Let’s get a ship and visit the Leader in Turkey
They will carry the Prince, the fire will be rekindled
So the Viennese great Lords will become more kindred.
They did not even dream that all of them will be killed
Cut into four after torture – the populace was thrilled.
Queen Mary Therese’s Palatine, Batthyányi
Each morning he cuts his moustache - just a tiny.
Silver cup is brought in by a young servant girl,
As usual her ear is hit, it is grace given by the Earl.
Sonnenfels Counselor was leaving a note here,
A Jew who became Christian so we all hear
His counsels are well received in the Queen’s high Ear
From now on only German Theatres can play the whole year.
Palatine has invited the Sonnenfels family for a date
Together with the Greek Prince the great Mavrocordates.
The son of the Jewish Lord and the son of the Greek Prince
Became friends and both have caused many girls to whince.
They went arm in arm to the dark taverns.
Both went to bed with the same girl during travels.
They spent many years in such brotherly love
It did not occur to them that this may get a bit tough.
Little Marcus, brown guy, had some funny feelings:
As if he would be more attracted to the Count than to girls.
Not knowing what to do with such strange desires
He wrote to his Rabbi and him he inquires.
Shneoor Zalman was famous then in the whole of Russia
His teaching was that Jews should begin rushin‘
To Israel but before that they must collect money
From farming to escape the Tzarist larceny.
This rabbi answered promptly to the boy
Saying such desires many times do buoy.
He should visit his old father ever more frequently
Than his desires will abate, will burn less fervently.
But his father, Sonnenfeld has told his son at once
That he has no time for him, not even an ounce.
His time is needed for the Queen’s countenance.
He cannot spend time for his son’s funny prance.
Marcus told his problem to his Blonde friend
How his heart is pulled to him and he was quite afraid
He added that the Rabbi told him to sit back-to-back
Learning verses from Bible, to diminish the ache.
He told it is ancient knowledge in the Zohar
That there is healing power in touching manly hair.
For it means acceptance for the Inner Child
Which can re-evaluate things just by touching hind.
Okay, let’s start at once, let’s go to our tavern !
All the girls are awaiting us to empty our blood-cavern
So they went, but Marcus still felt quite lost
As if his heart’s idol expected too much cost.
So the young man wrote a letter to his counselor Father
Thinking he will accept him more and he’ll go much further.
He described the people’s plea how they are oppressed
And how sin and punishment are disproportionately pressed..
This has led Counsel Sonnenfeld to write among his plans
On stopping all the cutting off the members of sinful clans.
So the last time ever that men wer cut in four
Happened in Vasharhey as retold in folk-lore.
Xanthos-sons and Rabbi-sons as an eternal Pair
Are marching through all History like two bright Peer
Once they are Princes, sometimes just servants
With their platonic love staying ever Galants.
Black Evening tonight
This harsh cold so bites.
On the Tower of the Church
Pigeons simply lunch.
Life seems sometimes
Like a dusty decor
Behind which there chimes
Death the last decoy.
Napoleon from Jaffa just arrived
His soldiers said his love was contrived.
For Junot who really adored him
But he took away his Rank, just a fancy whim.
He has leaned more n his brother Lucien
Who was bale to se through the things of Consuls
First of all how to neutralize Barras
Who had to be paid by lust, and was never embarrassed.
Napoleon wore a cute tight pantalon
So Barras‘ eyes almost jumped through the salon.
Josephine was the first wife of Consul Barras
Until Napoleon took her to go on and harrass.
The three of them decided everything beforehand
„How can I without killing get the upper hand?“
At this epoch they have killed thousands by Guillotine
For the People it has become an awful bloody routine.
The Marquis de Puységur was also in prison
With a grand-daughter of Bercsényi, the wife of his son,
Rákóczy- and Xanthos ancestors kindred features
Could be seen on her face, not yet ruined by torture.
Puységur was a hipnotiseur on the side of Napoleon
Who knew that by sticking to Jews e can he only gain
So he was joining forces with a few famous Rabbis
Among them Tzemach Tzedek was the first to be.
This wise man has told him, give a task to a woman
Better if she is a family member, who should go to the man
Who is the Main Player, Napoleon, and give him this message.
„Turn to Hypnosis to win over the masses.“
The Rabbi of Lubavich gave him the Jewish Secret
That each week there is a melody, that may have a strong effect
Whoever is singing it, will win a superior force
But on the surface he should look weak or even worse.
Napoleon thanked the advice and gave her a myrth
Than he feigned a Gran Mal fit and fell from horse to earth.
At once the news was everywhere: he was wounded, ill
So the loyal soldiers did close the Convent till
He regained his composure and gave strict orders
To open up the prisons and close the borders.
That is how it happened
That as a First Consul
He was elected Dictator
And wished from his deep soul
To give a lavish Party
to his supporters: all cups full.
The Rabbi’s envoy was present
In the City of the Lights
To beg the Consul prescient
To send Jews to the Goln Heights.
A Greek Count was also there
The Prince of Moldovans
The two of them became friends
Reading the Bible as one.
Both were holding firm beliefs,
In the Letters of the Book
That all the Places and Chiefs
Were metaphors: like a hook.
A hook to grab our hearts deep down
To give us an inner plan
And to see wich body parts shown
Can switch a hidden Light on.
All have seen them together sitting back-to-back
All have thought it is a deep love: but white, and not black.
They have been touching each other in their inner soul
But many others desired them with their bodies, afoul.
Josephine for instance has concocted an evil plan
Wrote a letter saying how Barras went with the Count to shoot deer
Come, she said, to Rabbi’s Son, come I will show you my dear,
Where Barass and the Blonde Count meet secretly , like a clan.
Then Josephine gave some coins
To two servant boys
To pretend that they are kissing
And caress each other’s loins.
She just wanted to cause pain
To the young Jewish boy
Because she resented in vain
How her approach was let down.
In his Diary wrote the Envoy from Lubavich
A few lines before asking toxins from a witch.
were Beauties and so True
like in a Dream
ugly and evil too
have lost the Past’s key.
did not know it can be so painful
did not know I love you so:
just watch those trees like a fool
Laugh at me, do.
I want you to caress me again
And from your eyes let serenity ooze!
Just look contented and not in vain,
And be again so grandiose!
I would like to die to go after you now
To wait some years with you under the earth
Till we resurrect as it was in a vow
And we can sing again from our hearth.
We would just sing how life is worth while
To live because it can be filled by love
And we would stay together for a while
And our hands would touch like wings of a dove.
You were to me like Prana for a Yogi
Like Golden Apple in the Desert of Gobi
A Garden full of Prunes, Ananas and Bread
Oh, but without you, everything is dead.
I never thought to encounter such terrible days
That from now on I will sleep without happy dreams
I imagine you entering through that open door
And you put your hand on my hip, and I want more.“
Count Mavrocordato did not go to his Burial
He decided to become a Monk,
He did not care about his country, killings were serial,
But he just took his guitarre and sang a tearful song.
„I loved you as much
As a baby loves his mom
I learned to live and to munch
My life for you and now I got mum.
We have made many mistakes
We were too much afraid
Our life has had all it takes
For you only I was made.
Let us look around soberly
My heart is like a cemetery
I was not able to go and carry
You through the waters and stay merry.
I just fell in, and I see
There is no moral left
But I feel I am like Thee
Stony like a Coral Cliff.“
The city is buzzing.
The shore of the gutter
Is weedy in winter.
In 1844 we have a Sunspot Year
John Smith the Mormon got killed
But we must only use those cases
Our need to find a Xanthon should be fulfilled.
Daniel Csányi was the Uncle of my great-grand-aunt
He wanted to kill Governor Kossuth, being friend of the Habsburgs.
In those days Kossuth was out of prison
He could not account for the orphans‘ funds.
The plot got locked in Csányi’s drawer
And after the war in Fifty-One
He took the table to a carpenter for mending.
But he forgot the plan and he was reported.
There was no mercy at the Martial Tribunal of Haynau -
Although the mother of Haynau was Jewish - he was sentenced to many years.
So Uncle Csányi was closed into a cell thus
And by chance his cell-mate was none other than Xántus.
Floris Rómer was with them, in the very same cell
Whole day long they read the Bible and solved numerical riddles.
Xántus then escaped from prison and went to America
He was living among Indians and became Consul of Mexico.
He came home in Sixty-Six and started to found the Zoo.
They came together for years The Csanyis and Floris Romer,
And they discovered how they were related to the Xantus Clan.
Csányi’s great-great-great-grandmother was Mary of Homonna
Whose Rakoczy and Zrinyi blood joins them to the Greek House.
Whether they were stemming from the Davidic Line
May be just a legend, but maybe it is right.
A few years previously In Haynau’s prison
Rabbi Löw , my great-randfather was also in garnison.
From his son Immanuel many plants were named
Similarly from Janos Xantus as they were colleagues.
This was the Age of Victoria where feelings were suppressed
Men wore high collars and hard hats
No one except Oscar Wilde dared to love another man
But Xántus and Mano Löw dared to be exceptional.
They met regularly, and read the Bible
Compared the stems of Plants: this is thin and that is thick.
They leaned against each other’s back knowing it is healthy
And this will not make their wifes angry.
Their love was gentle held by parties of card games
No kind of Oidipal aberration has entered the picture.
There was no drama, no scandal and no whatever complot
All is totally unique and absolutely complete.
There was an Indian servant in the Xantus household
His main task was to give massage to his lord
John Xantus of Wesey learned from the Natives
That self-acceptance is dependent of touches.
When he died at seventy Löw has weped a lot
And he said, as I heard from his daughter my Aunt
„I did not know it is possible to love somebody so much,
I did not look for laurels by the side of no one else.
I was not able to love no one else before
And now I love all. That’s how it befalls.
I did not know it was possible to love anyone so deeply
But now it is clear I can share it with any passerby
I did not know it was possible to love this way a man
But I see now I am unable to give him a burial
He lives now in my heart, it is ticking as he walks
Opening dusty doors and I do feel the stalks.
The Rabbi’s son has not understood why he was so broken
After all they have been tied for so many years – a token
They have chatted from this and that, children and family
So what has stuck him now so deeply that he is so weepy?
Who was after all this Janosh Xantus for him?
Then slowly he realized it was not just a strange whim.
We are never all alone, we have all our ancestry
In our head and we hear them, they are an inner tapestry.
Maybe another Yellow Count and another Old Löw
Has had such a liasion that makes my mind so sad and low.
The Rabbi has closed his eyes and he saw at once a picture
There is a blonde guy running and a spear makes a puncture
He is trying to hit someone in a closed dark cellar
And then this image has disappeared and it was quite clear
That it was a Past Memory or Message from the Future.
Who can know this secret Code? Sunspot Rythms? Year Distances?
Why is it just Eleven Years topping at Forty Five?
How come human aggression is getting most alive
Just at these yearly junctures? And this is why it is important
To know what was the Biblical Melody
That all Jewish Ancestral rabbis have used as Therapy?
Uncle Manó has written a letter to Rabbi Shmuel of Lubavich
A distant cousin and he asked his opinion or some hints.
In the room of Rabbi Shmuel all chairs are made of gold
And he quotes from the weekly Portion: the Menora is told
To be made of molten gold that is the prescription
So we all have to find out how come Kossuth for gold was sold
Due this he was in prion and escaped the killers
Although the topics are not always relevant
It is the melody that can save the Levant.
So Rabbi Immanuel went on to write his Journal
He did not want to stop the flow of his journey.
I did not know what does it mean to grieve
Maybe we are just taking a stroll
We see the leaves are yellow the road is grey
And suddenly our eyes are full of tears
And you don’t see from the tears where you make a step
The brook of tears is flowing, pouring and trickling
It would be useful to carry your dark glasses
Although nothing special has happened for Ages
Only that that leaf was not red but yellow.
To die, to sleep...it means you aren’t there. Not alive.
He is not responsible for nothing for a while
Death means also here down on the Earth
That people wear Black from toe to their purse
For some people there exists a novel theory
That Death can mean the same time a new Recovery
Because when he dies this man who was Too Great
For whom all the others want to be engrained
Then his Death is also just recovery
A Conceptual and virtual birth-memory.
Gap on Being. Hand on Sky. Transforms almost all.
Dagger in Heart, Pouring Blood my Flame has froze.
And if this reaches someone from David’s Thread.
This will change Time and Space however you dread.
This has happened every time in each Forty Five years
And this coincidence series enlivens the fields
There we were with someone from the Xanthos Clan
In Eighty Nine when Romer died because his Royal Disciple
Has fallen in love with a Xantus-Baltazzi whose Uncle was a cripple.
Our Theory gave birth to a Miracle in Ninety Thirty Four
When the Serbian King was killed no one knows what for.
Mist covers the clouds
Buzzing rumbling towns
Ice covers the gutter
It is not weedy any more.
The lamp is yellow now
A homeless man is whining
In a riverbank stop
For a tramway, waiting.
Romer was the teacher of Archduke Rudolph
Family lore tells he was chosen by Mary
To help her attract the Crown Prince
As they were first cousins, always gay and merry.
Romer was a priest too, legends always mention
That on the fateful day there was a priest present
Coincidentally the same year he went on
Dying – early death for a witness that Fate has sent.
Romer in Fifty-One sat together in prison
With the great-grandfather of Xántus and Kozma’s great-granduncle.
From then on our family has listened in unison
Who befriended whom, and from what an angle.
Josef Jits-haq rabbi was a child at that time
He has shown his father, where Doctor Freud was living.
Freud has asked the Rabbi of Lubavitch how he finds
Time to learn and what he does to become forgiving.
The rabbi has told him the Secret of the Jews
That their God is the Future dictating to the News.
And he added, that they have a few Year-Numbers
Which influences all people’s characters.
And he added an important tenet
The main thing is what our eyes is looking at
Or what our hands grab, as all our body parts
Are important, some do cause good things while others do cause harms.
It is painful and surprsing, to watch a Back causes good
When an eye looks at a Rear: it causes recovery by intellect.
Probably because the form of Globe is the picture of Future.
And he told how in dreams Past and Future has met.
This system will be transparent only when
We know that Sunspots do influence sentiments
That is why we have several figures: Father is Seventy two year distance
It is the Goal, while Mother is Intellect, sixty-three year askance.
Then comes Sister, the Lack in a distance of Fifty-two
All these together, in a family-like dance certain effects do too.
Exactly in the way as Schopenhauer had inklings
How Intellect gives the Concept, Cause-and-Effect‘s Shadow.
And the Year-Distances belong to the Sphere of Feelings
While Behavior is taught from Grandfathers to Grandsons.
That is how recovery belongs to the distance of Forty-Five years
Brother gives solutions where the Sister just yearns.
Everybody thus has an Overworldly Taste
Where Mind is the Sky and Feelings are Waters
Some may have been on that level only for a short test
But then he used to be handsome and more beloved than others.
Certain people get this Ageless Age when they were just babies
Others get it when Young Hunks
And certain others only in their old years.
An example is Rimbeaud, another one: Gorki.
Future has an effect on the Past beyond Time and Space:
Its holder is Beauty, what we see in Dreams.
It would be worth while to ponder it, Doctor Freud
Said the Rabbi Dov Baer as an afterthought.
In this system the important thing is the weekly melody
Which is the most frequent in every Bible portion
This will vary from week to week, altogether a dozen
Exactly the amount how much Great Assassins were there.
Each Forty Five years a King is killed or is dead simply
It hints at the death of Egoism as a symptom.
It should be counted what was the weekly topic
As that always hints at the main Star the astrologic.
And to finish it up, let us not forget it
That all Letters are Numbers – it counts what sound is let out.
It is too complex, so no one can see it all alike
That is why it’s better to focus on dreams to analyze
And the level of agression in each and every dream part
Can show us which Ancestor is sending us a dispatch.
All the system is led by the Feeling of a Lover
So behind every Death we should thus discover
That secret Couple whose love was so sweet
Even if Platonic, flowering like weed.
It is also weighty that all this kingly heroes
Are leaders, rabbis, princes – surely our ancestors.
The rest of the people are also revered
As servants, ministers, helpers, muftis and viziers.
When Prince Rudolph has dies, millions loved him and grieved.
Their whole world has collapsed, every part adrift.
But the Essence is beyond our World-Center
It is based on the fact that Baltazzi, as a Xantus-clan member
Has idolized Rudolph who was Son of David and Son of Arpad.
As it was not by chance that Mommy Sissy and Rotschild were good pals.
Baltazzi loved deeply his Archduke, Rudolph
He liked to play in threesome with niece Mary golf.
He only lost his temper once when the Prince has met
The Indian Servant of Xántus, wearing his head-set.
From than on Baltazzi was rarely asked to come to the Duke
Rudolph went everywhere with his Indian pal, Baltazzi could puke.
And so Baltazzi has lied to the ears of the Prince
That Mary was embraced by the Indian once.
From then on all events have turned rather sour
Fate has not forgiven them: the prince killed that whore.
„Oh, my sweetst Angel, your Wing has been broken?
I will give you mine, I will be your shadow, your token.
Nothing to tell any more, nothing to ask anyone
Those who have died will not be here any more.
Oh, if I could bring back your skeleton, I would paint it gold
I would put it in a glass cupboard, I would kiss it and behold.“
The lamp turns into green
Yellow tram is starting
All his things on the pavement
A homeless is departing
The wind is blowing and the leaves are screeching.
Chessplayers take off a soldier.
The road bathes in a cloud of dust.
We are ever closer o the day of Today
When the Past grabs The Present almost
Our relative, Aunt Claire Balint has a way
Of recounting as the famous writer’s widow,
How Anthony Szerb was friends with Cécile de Tormay
Whose Anti-Semitic rants caused a slight dismay.
Still they went together to the Salon of Anatole France
Togethe with young Proust: quite and age distance.
The Jewish Proust was than courting a girl, Laure
But she had to make a living, so she worked as whore.
But only Kings and Princes were in her clientele
And Serb Prince Alexander with whom they were „pele-mele“.
Years and decades have passed
War and Peace harassed
Everyone then came Governor Horthy
Who will maybe depart only in the Forties
His main sponsor was a cousin of Aunt Tormay,
And by chance his name was Kozma may as it may
He knew a money-man of Hitler, named Wrangel
Who ordered him to kill the Serb King, Alexander.
Why? Because Albert of Habsburg deserved it.
Being the groom of a deposed Tzar Daughter
The only blockage caused by her sister
Who was an anti-Nazi , the wife of Alexander
King Alexander has had not even an inkling
Though his men have eavesropped Nazis without sparing
Happily his yacht has arrived to Marseilles
Watching in his uniform the awaiting masses.
We hear some shots: one...two...maybe three
A movie camera was there so we can all see.
Barthou, the Minister was hit by a bullet and collapsed
Later it was found out that it came from a guard who has lapsed .
Kirov’s killing in Thirty-Four was maybe more important
But there we cannot find a Xantus-ancestor, no Uncle, no Aunt.
The Chetnik guy hired by Kozma has his mother’s name on file
Baltadzhieva was the name – so he stays with us for a while.
This is a list where each forty-five years
A Xantus-clan member is present among killers
Sometimes among passerbys we have a Rabbi ancestor
The surface is bloody but there is a deeper vector.
If ever we could live open-eyed in our world
The common thought of Buddha, Jesus would
Enter in us, together with Moses and Mohamed:
They tell us not to fear when the surface is damned.
In this world there are only physical causes
Nonsense if we jump up and down: consequences are set.
But on a conceptual level, we have an alternative:
Archetypal-family may become renovative.
Proust, Laura and Alexander, they all have danced Can-Can
As Father, Mother and Brother – this was hated by the Clan
Xantus-Baltazzi is starting from Sister-Lacking sphere
He has shot to block us all to step out from Time-Space.
Tony Szerb and Cécile de Tormay
Happened to be in Marseilles not far away
And in the time of the assassination
They have tried to make money to save their beloved nation.
So they smuggled a diamond
From their friend Queen Zita
And they have hired a chauffeur
Son of the Indian who served Xántus
Tony Szerb has all the way
Watched the neck of the Red Man
While Cécile has flirted a shy
Servant girl imagining she was the One.
Each evening they kneeled down to pray
And asked they fantasy God
To take way their sinful desires
And let them think that sex is not good.
They hoped that the ancestral curse
Slowly really disappears
And they may start a new course
Where they will not watch rears.
Cécile has at least discovers
In a book called Zohar
That two men should sit back-to-back
And maybe let out some tear :
From this non-erotic touch
Their self-respect will be built up
And they will feel like a man
And for women their sense will be lit up.
So they have decided
To test this method right then
Tony has felt much better
He stopped drinking in his den.
Ne need to sex ever more,
If one gets embraces daily.
One must only organize
To get it regularly.
They decided to tell about it
To their Friend Alexander the King
As he will be helped by it
Wounds from Proust still aching
Unfortunately that evening
When they finished their letter
In the Evening Newspaper
The word „Death“ has appeared
Wind is blowing, leaves are screeching.
Chessmakers take off a peasant.
It is not nice from Fate to take off someone
While we cannot say a word against.
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