Restful Peace 
   If I could hold a 
        thought 

       My 
         Own 
            Self
               Be True 

Given Ours 
    in the sky 

Day's Be-holding 
    The Sun 
        And the 
      Moon 
in the same GRASP 

LOVE heard my Word 
        &   &   I don't care, 

  there's more where
          that came 
              from.
                 ♡
               LOVE 

        Stillness cool &
          Dark   as the 
            Dim will 
              Soon 
               Come
                Before 
                 the Light 

Enchantment: After 422 Years A Drama That Evokes Shakespeare

By Federico Wardal

 After 402 Years, A Play Evoking Shakespeare

402 years on the wings of destiny until it reappeared: Enchantment, an esoteric drama written around the year 1620 about Shakespeare, four years after his death.

About the author, we only know that they were somehow connected with Denmark, since on May 4, 1709 the drama was donated in Vicenza by King Frederick IV of Denmark to Andrew Quintus, on the occasion of his proclamation as “Count of Wardal”.  Andrea Quinto loved the theater and as a Venetian loved The Merchant of Venice and Romeo and Juliet, both set by Shakespeare in the Veneto, and the co-star of Incantesimo is Hamlet, prince of Denmark.  This could explain the reason for the gift.  

The play, however, was given, not in Danish, but in English.  It is believed that the author was very close to Shakespeare, perhaps a disciple of him, since, in one scene, Shakespeare’s temperament is described as someone who often changes his mood.

Enchantment intrigues as it describes Shakespeare’s creative mechanisms relating to inventing Hamlet, Ophelia, Richard III, King Lear, Desdemona, Lady Macbeth and Juliet and Romeo.  But there is also an intense scene with the character of Death and some prophecies about today’s world.  Whoever wrote it is surely an esoteric who wrote the drama with the method of “automatic writing”, that is, through the connection with a spirit: that of William Shakespeare.

There is much to understand between the lines of the text, in which secret codes may be hidden that could be related to political secrets of northern European countries at the time of King Frederick IV of Denmark.  All this does not affect the extraordinary theatrical value of the text.  Its plot is totally unique.  An actor playing Hamlet, at the moment of the appearance of the ghost of his father, the king, murdered by his uncle, is captured by the spirit of Shakespeare, who, during a journey into the afterlife, makes him meet with his most famous characters.

It is interesting that if the automatic writing takes place under dictation by a spirit, by means of a special concentration or trance. Also the actor, co-star of the drama, is already in a state of special concentration or trance, for this reason he has the possibility of communication with the spirit of Shakespeare. The text clearly describes a fact known to few: the timescale of humans is different from that of ghosts. For this reason, the actor can take time off from his Hamlet play and travel with Shakespeare to the afterlife and then return to the scene, continuing the Hamlet play, without the audience noticing his absence in the least!

The richness of the text is impressive indeed. The author must have been a great scholar and soon it will be discovered who he or she is.  After 1709, the text again aroused interest and was translated, also in Vicenza, into Italian around the year 1800 by Countess Lucrezia Quinto, great-granddaughter of Andrea Quinto.

Then it was forgotten again, but now it is finally back in the light. Here it is in English and Italian.

brother charles


should a man wear a smock if not an artisan

walking alone with his spirits feeling

their affectionate regard his shoulders

draped with the black flag of freedom

wise to keep distance from the innkeepers

and townsfolk wishers of ill


should a man wear a large bow tie if he sings

every day in a thrilling voice would he look absurd

in the midst of greatness however briefly

of the bourgeoisie waxing eloquent in a space

of vermillion or possibly amaranth


daguerreotype image ambiguous showing

frustration or pique willing in spite of all

to live in his own times helpful to others

to me certainly in my fragmentation 

my dislocation any brief refuge any respite

from the runaway omnibus


i remember brother charles

and the other brother charles

the teacher opening wide his arms to the

singer the francophone buddhist

nostalgic for salad days at the sorbonne

his reading list dragging behind him


not to forget brother charles the trumpeter 

the messenger the bike enthusiast

who filled his bottle as a boy emptying 

a thousand as a bearded man who

now has gone hence in his winding sheet

hand in hand with psychopomp


where is the bygone man who would beat

another on the street for what had been written

and as the beaten one staggered on

disgusted women would gather their skirts

and spit with contempt fearful of the threat

to polite society and with good reason


yes the silence of my dreams is real

the thrilling voice hallucination

charles my brother gave me

tones of gray for consolation

and raised for me a temple

in the midst of desolation

wisest of brothers stretching forth

a hand in loving valediction

w v sutra was born in Africa and raised in Southeast Asia and the Middle East, borne hither and thither on the surging tides of cold war and soft power. He has been at various times a rock musician, a public health professional, and an educator. He began writing poetry during the Covid-19 lockdown. His work can be found in various online journals and at wvsutra.com . He lives and works on a horse farm on the shoulders of the Holston Mountains in East Tennessee. Twitter @w_v_sutra

Title: MARS

	Factually, nature’s precipitation of down-pour ie(Rains) either becomes beneficial to living things or other-wise when it torrential trend becomes negative effect to others in world of diverse natural disasters. Well, these past few months have left indelible marks on the minds of many individuals, precisely those in the south-western part of the nation, Ghana in West Africa. Indeed, I have been a witness of its happenings coupled with some unbearable circumstances and conditions. The worse experience of deluge on suburban community of Amanful West on 15th June, 2022 as it continues to live folks on tenterhooks due to annual occurrence of heavy rains in the Western Region of Ghana.

	

Reader, this particular piece entitled MARS! It definitely sounds to have connection with or like the Planetary System when it comes to the study of such heavenly bodies, thus being one of the nine planets, specifically the fourth called Mars which is after earth in relation to their order of position, viz the following alphabets in brackets as quiz for you. (M, V, E, M, J, S, U, N, P). Obviously, MARS in this context is the chosen acronym which in full describes or states My August Reflections Story. It realistic recollections as Synchronized Chaos International Magazine - SCIM Submission centered on high-lights of activities or programs which I directly and indirectly got involved in the city of Takoradi, Western Region of Ghana. Truly, still being here all these periods is primarily due to significant studio recording sessions in terms of music and other minor voice-over services. However, the following brings to bear sequential order of activities as far as MARS is concerned. 

	On Sunday, 7th August, 2022 - It’s the final funeral rites of Mr. Joseph Antwi Boateng, who’s popularly known as 1K among the folks and friends of Amanful West community where he served as honourable Assemblyman in times past. Graciously, it’s well organized and attended final funeral rites as first one held at Kumasi in the Ashanti Region of Ghana. This event saw many New Patriotic Party - NPP distinguished ladies and gentlemen as well as other individuals from various political and entrepreneurial backgrounds in attendance. It’s first ever funeral rites I’ve had to support as MC on microphone in this suburban community of up-bringing in Takoradi. i.e.(Amanful West). There’s period of music play, dance as well as cordial interactions, food and drinks sharing to attendees from all walks of lives. Generously, some donated to help the cost of organizing such events as a means of paying last respect to the demise of Mr. Joseph Antwi Boateng, A.K.A 1K. 

One key relative, who traveled all the way from the United Kingdom to support, is Mr. George Adu Boahen, who’s first Assembly-man of the Amanful suburban community. Indeed, in retrospect it’s time of celebration and merry-making among many of the attendees as he made it crystal clear folks should rejoice when he passes away. Later on, in the evening it’s time on Gospel Train with Mr. Gabi Ampiah as the Prime Host and I being Regular Guest as well Co-Host courtesy Radio Maxx 105.1 FM. The following Sunday, 14th August, 2022 around 9am its Body of Christ visitation at a local assembly called Amanful Methodist Church - AMC as a means of follow-up moment due to music video shoot application letter sent there in order to work on motion pictures of the Gabbatha To Golgotha #GTG Single Project. Indeed, it’s interactively first timer introduction as I was given microphone to express myself a bit. After the church service, I was invited to have discourse centered on the request letter to the pastoral leadership. Aside, there’s series of memorable pictures at the temple-auditorium.

On Monday morning, 15th August, 2022 there’s significant spirit-led moment of preaching aftermath song ministration on the street junction of Amanful West as I was invited by Evangelist Isaac Mantey, the undiluted straight on point scriptures preacher. It’s time of singing along the long awaited song dubbed Gabbatha To Golgotha #GTG Single which is still on-going through professional studio production by Mr. Sylvester Brandsford - the Director as well Sound Engineer in charge of Sly Studio located at Anaji, suburban community of Takoradi, Western Region of Ghana. Indeed, it’s thankful heart of worship songs unto the Lord respectively. Praise to God, Halleluiah! Well, suffix it to state (say), that’s often engaged in thus, Ministration Of Songs On The Street #MOSOTS

On Friday night 19th August, 2022 - It’s time of crusade attendance as open-air program made possible by the leadership of Breakthrough Family Ministries International #BFMI led by Bishop Samuel Osei Tutu as apostolic, prophetic and evangelistic head of spiritual affairs in relation to Scriptures. Well, before being present in the evening I attended another event at Akroma Plaza which had Honourable Kenneth Ohene Agyapong as the Prime Speaker, hence he shared his rich entrepreneurial ideas as well know-how with multitudes of attendees who filled both upper and lower space of the auditorium.  

The outline of program of commenced 9am to 1pm but many stayed longer on the aftermath. On the following day which happened to be 20th August, 2022. It’s another attendance of the 6th Western Music Awards #WMA for which I accompanied the legendary Shasha Marley, an Old Saint together with two others at the Best Plus Atlantic Hotel in Takoradi, Western Region of Ghana. The night had both low and highs of happenings but its entirely memorable one as the living legendary Shasha Marley was given Life-Time Achievement Citation Award in honour of his contribution to the music of western origin and global influences through his stage crafts. Remarkably, the creatively designed citation board was handed over to him by the Member of Parliarment for Takoradi as well Western Regional Minister in the personality of Honourable Kwabena Okyere Darko Mensah. 

Well, Thanks for making time to read this My August Reflection Story #MARS.

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A Sad Affair For Celluloid

When they can't
see the obvious you
might want to tell them to
move to a new microscope
telescope or a crystal ball
without blemish or cracks.

A young bartender
friend who's cross stitched
her name to private
thoughts with enticing
gold thread talks to me
more than slightly upset.

I see her eyes red
as if she's escaped from
hell or found love
in a fire sale.
I find out the latter is true.

Her boyfriend and another
bartender are involved
in a film noir plot
with betrayal
the smoking gun
in their manicured hands
adding special effects.

Such as big tears
late night calls from hospitals
police stations and a wax
museum where alibis
melt under combined
duress and inspection.
And I hear Vincent Price
say-no one is winning here.

The boyfriend's cute as
a greeting card, living rent
free with her
steals cash too from her
purse while she sleeps
after coming home at
5 or 530 am.

He has no job
though he's been looking
for months-you gotta
admire tenacity.

Yet she doesn't
blame him, she blames the other
bartender saying
"She knew he was mine."
I would ask to see
papers of ownership but she’s
distraught as a dancer
whose music has been turned off.

I could tell her guys
like that don't belong
to anybody. They just take until
they move on to someone else
with more to take from.
I find it all too exhausting.

"How could she do
this to me," she asks.
Once again blaming
the wrong person.
"I thought she was
my friend." Tears
fall from eyes
azure but now dim
and dark as nightfall.

I tell her it all sounds like
a sad affair for celluloid
with actors chosen only
for scandals in their past.

My comment doesn't register
its footprints in water
as she excoriates her former
best girlfriend so fiercely
I can't hear anymore.

Dispassionate, I pay, head
outside to the stifling warmth
embracing me like a desperate
old lover who won't ask much.
Which drained is all I've got
wondering if in Hell
there's a fire sale
for my soul. or
others like it. 


Broken Camera Snapshots

I hang upside down
with my mouth
duck taped
it is our
first date.

Holding a gun
she dares me again
to steal her heart.

Tease of
the warmth of spring
between arguments.

Then love disappears
a butterfly venturing
to wider nets.

A final meeting
lacking even one
moment of grace.

A bouquet of roses
drowned in tears
floats in river.

 
False Fantasies 
 
I just want 
to ravage her madly 
he says. in ways 
far from Orthodox 
on a bed or in grass 
even sand, adding she 
is all he thinks of.
This young movie star 
I'm unaware of. 

I tell him to be real 
as if he could. 
To focus on the 
bartender, both 
cute, young and 
for months now 
giving him far more 
free drinks than me. 
Though I'm a lot more 
generous with tips. 
 
He details a dream 
that follows the 
screenplay of one 
of the starlet's films. 
Where she meets 
him in another 
country, they 
become lovers 
flying to Spain 
where he proves 
his love, killing a 
bull fighter who tries 
to assault her holding 
sword and cape. 
 
Or maybe I just 
made that last part 
up like a poem 
where any ending 
becomes a lie 
or close or… 
 
I go play pool 
returning to 
find him trying 
to convince the 
waitress she should 
go with him to Spain 
where he can kill 
a bull for her. Maybe 
a bull fighter. 
She looks at him 
like he's crazy.   
I do too as I sit 
down next to him 
and switch to whiskey.

Ash

When the tips
No longer sprout 
Leaves
And those clinging on
Curve upwards
Almost drawing
A blanket over
Itself
Means
It is dying
It is easier to bring
Down
A dying tree
Than a dead one
Like transferring her to the hospice
After we had transported her 
From her home
To my bedroom
And then
From the hospice
To the mortuary
To be burned
Amongst tears
And scattered memories 
Of a life
Voiced
By someone else
In my room
Clearing
Magazines
With half finished
Crosswords
And curling pages
I regret throwing out


Pyre

Purity
Rages
Its swollen scent

Sucks
Oxygen inwards
Along with terror

A procession
Of curtains
And burning eyes



Terrarium

A melting vortex
In the shape of understanding
A blind tear

Virulent
Energy blast
Claw scrapes
A cistern 

Spat in
Capped
Shaken

The fizz forms
After it stagnates
Repugnant
Ooze

Bubbles
Joy flicker
In the slime of
Transmutation

Dare you touch the glass?





Plush

A flying
Slug
Torpedoes
Glitter
Trails
Through a
Black
Eco-system
Will it hit?
Will it miss?
Will it be lost?
Will it even be first?



Flirt

Pheromones
Tangle in the air
Ejaculate
A liquid rain
In colour form
Invisible
Tangible
Yet free of fingers
Eyes
Trace
Lines
Minds 
Wish
To caress
Inside a black hole
A claw
Waits
For reckless
Forms
To eviscerate
Or smother
With
Pathogens

the violets snort without me

tele
comic

scram
bled




which shannon?

a wintry eye
& high beams

you’ve been
silent




skull popcorn

friends help

     wilma!




a ladder into the television

I miss the winchell’s
& a normal king’s dinner




wallet toe$

a numbered eye
a sporty nectarine

a serious mammal
a friend of the sun


J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. His poetry has appeared in many small press publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including Cinderella City (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). Nelson’s poem, “to mask a little bird” was nominated for Best of the Net in 2021. Visit http://MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. His haiku blog is at http://JDNelson.net. Nelson lives in Colorado, USA.