The Murderous hand of Adam

The arm, sword in hand moved deep into the woods.
Child of a demons blood whom it had helped to kill,
and the of Adam whom the demon parent had desired to swallow.
It travelled deeper into the wood.
It came upon travelers and slew them,
being connected to no heart or conscious it simply acted.
The sword became more rusted and old,
but the arm became more powerful still and continued to kill,
not having any other action to justify its own existence.
And with each drop of blood spilled it gained more of a conscience
a soul of its own, made from the many souls it had taken.
Centuries went by and it came upon villages battling with them killing and being fended off by its warriors,
It was a powerful arm, a supernatural arm,
but it was but a single arm still.
The sword rusted and withered to nothing and the
arm dropped it and knew not what to do with itslef but to carry on wandering until it
came to a lake where the sat a beautiful young girl playing a dulicimer
inhaling a smoky incense of potent dreams.
The music was so sweet that indeed the arm, without ears could feel it,
indeed hear and taste its sweetness,
It came nearer to grab onto the notes, to grasp them but found that it could not.
The Maiden, unafraid sang sweetly to it and drew it near,
bringing it into her.
High on dreams, she was unafraid, and numbed to its vicousness
and numbed already to the ways of the world, and she gave it a new task
besides violence, which came less naturally to it,
but for which it found itslef capable through practice.
And she sang more beautiful still in ecstacy.
The notes moved the arm to jealousy for it could only act and had noit learned as much to feel
and could not grasp her pleasure.
It reached out to stranle her to own her voice.
A powerful arm, it took her soul by the lake.
But though she died, she soon came to life again,
the souls of the many victims of the arm returning her soul to her body, travelling on the
potent incense smoke of her drugs.
Voiceless, she took the hand and her dulcimer and with renewed power over came the arm,
gaining its power and flew over the land to an ivory tower where she imprisoned it.
A strange love and hatred she had for it, not destroying and visiting it in the moonlight.
The hand gained powers through her enchanting song and drugs and gained the power to wax and wane by the month as the moon does. , indeed being with her as a full man in body, though not in consciousness at full moon,
and being but a withered and powerful murdering strangler in darkness.
Strangling her every month, loving her every month.
The Maiden would not let it escape but it would scratch out in its own blood and sometimes the excess blodd of the maiden words and poems on the wall.
And it wrote out murderous and loving stories that flew down from the tower on the potent smoke and covered the land in adventures and living. Such were re created the many villages it had destroyed once again, as men and women, and gingerbread men, and creatures and things of its own imagination.
And the women would revel in them and travel around to protect and defeat the creations of her lover, hating and loving them as some were beautiful and terrible, on oer the other, and both.

Seeking Adam's arm.

The children stole a dragon boat and travelled through lakes rivers and oceans, feeding from the raw fish from the sea. They were helped by the lions and the live dragon boat.
In fact they fed on many a powerful fish and immortal turtle and gained much wisdom and powers themselves.
They had not forgotten of Sifu Adam's arm, their purpose in being in this land,
but they knew not how to go about this quest, where to start, what to do. They simply continued through the ocean, growing wiser, but not older, due to the immortal creatures which they fed upon and which they allowed their pets to feed upon.
They gained the knolwedge of flying through the air and water, and were able to increase the size of their live dragon boat through magic, technology, and ingenuity.
Soon they glide through the ocean on a dragon ship that could cloud itself in steam through fire and dive under storms.
The children had many adventures in an immortal childhood.
They fought many battles with ginger bread men, against them and for them, battling against and for demons.
Eventually they wished for some completion of their quest. They projected themselves into the other world and constructed an arm out of seaweed and the flesh of the immortal creatures they fed upon and found themselves back in the world they had come from presenting this arm, a creation of there's to their sifu.
The real world was as a dream and they understood it not and became as children again.
Unclear of what ther journey's purpose was.
Nevertheless, they returned to their Dragon ship from time to time in their thoughts and dreams.

Gung

Take back what laziness
has taken from you.
Own your body
Own your mind
And give them up
Surrending to your own will
Water in the waves of the universal will.

Art

I read and look and more and more art.
I become confused by others prose, by what I should create
based on their success.
So I have become artless. I have become wanting of my own creation.
I wish to hide in a cave and discover myself through my art.
To record.
To reciord my insanity,
and emerge again into this world with my passport of insanity, my stone tablets,
my book for success.
Even if it is only read by a few.

Catch a Tiger by the Tail

The boy followed the wounded Black Tiger into the other realm. The Black Tiger demon attempted to shift shape again but was badly injured. The living arm cut its way out of the Tiger bringing it to within a centimeter of death, at which point the boy in one crushing blow from the crystal brought downn on its nose, ended its wretched life. The crystal shattered into shards, one large enough to use as a knife. Others mixed with the blood of the Tiger Demon became alive and seeped into the ground or flew into the air or dissappeared into a nearby stream.
-The boy, unsure of the Tiger's death continued to cut into it, and its blood mixed with his as well. The boy gained strange knowledge and strength from this and realized too that the demon had been slain.
He sat back , breathless, and saw the fierce arm that held one of the swords that had been mounted on the Tiger fork. It made as if to cut the boy. The boy raised his crystal shard in defense and the arm did not approach, but hung there in the air. It then dissappeared into the woods.
After what seemed like a very long time, the boy collected his senses. He removed the skin of the Tiger Demon and wore it. The rest of the body seeped into the ground taking the Tiger fork, the other sword and the two daggers with it. It was now getting dark.
The boy then bathed himslef in the river, Tiger skin and all.
He emerged in the moonlight as a man, the Tiger skin appeared as a well made dark cloak over his clothes. The shard of crystal was a short single edged sword he wore at his side.
He had gained even more knowledge and experience from the river the moonlight and the Black Tiger Demon blood that now ran through his young veins.

Invisible Tiger idea revisited

Long Ago…

Every Year there was a terrible demon.
Who took human souls and ate people’s hearts,
Who devoured whole villages leaving no hope,
Who would come to save us all?

{Long Ago horned lion and shaman
Descended from heaven to battle the demon.
A sight which burned into the eyes of the people.
Who stood up to the Year to save themselves.}

“Everybody in position!” yelled Win, young leader of the lion team. Giant Incense Sticks were lit in memory of ancestors, great heroes, and local spirits. Gong and cymbal players scrambled into position. Win picked up his drum sticks and raised them as August and Moon fanned down the horned lions who were become excited in the commotion.
The two siblings brother August Eighth and sister Maykeli Moon along with leader Win were among the few who could get along with the Lions. Most people found it hard to even look at them directly. They almost seemed to refract looks, as their image seemed ever changing and unstable. Their colors seemed to change as well as their length. They were about the size of horses had heads of lions, sort of, and a single horn on their heads. Their snake like body varied even within the same glance of the same lion. They were terrifyingly present and yet terrifyingly not quite there. These Lions were still quite young and could not yet fly. In fact they were quite difficult to control. Moon and August could calm them somewhat with their fans. But it was Win’s drumming that could lull them into sleep or awaken them to fight, coax them to the left or to the right, depending on how he played.

The Invisible Tiger Demon

"Alright, listen up." said Sifu Adam. A young Sifu of young Children at the Woo Ching White Crane Moh Goon Clinic. "Everyone change into your uniforms now. We need to leave in about an hour, but we have to do a lion dance for our school first before we leave. So we need to be ready to do that now." Sifu Adam was wearing his uniform already. In his hand he held a Tiger fork, and was mounting two swords on it, daggers, and a red flower as was done for the traditional lion dance.
Sifu of Young Children was running the show today.
Among the adults that day were
Uncle Tony of Electricity and Stories
General Ching Hou Gum McCarthy (Ching Golden Mouth McCarthy) of the Gong and flooring

Today there were not that many Sifus, in fact there were not that many students. They were very short handed.

The children changed into uniforms and were getting ready in their places.

Lion Heads
Dennis and Kelly to the second Lion head.
August and Mark Wu to the first lion head.

Crying and whining rang in the room. "I don't want to be head, I don't want to be tail. I don't know what I'm Doing!"

"Kids, we are short handed. Follow along and do what you can. Stop giving me...you know what"
"Compost." Said Dennis.
"Dung" Said August.
"Shhhh-" said Mark Wu
"Right, Compost." Continued Sifu of young Children. "Now enough of all this compost and do what you are supposed to do. "

"Instruments get to your places!" commanded Sifu of young Children,
"Win in the Center as Drum,
General and Uncle Tony on the left for the Gong,
Sup Yut, Play Cymbals."

"Everyone quietly to their places while I light the incense.
Kelly help me Close the door first."
Kelly was the nine year old sister to ten year old brother August and only girl in the group.
She sometimes had a temper, and once started a fight insisting she was August's older brother and therefore outranked him.

Around age 12 were Mark Wu, Dennis, Sup Yut, and Win. Win was suposedly captain of the team. Though he was a clown most of the time. He had lion danced since he was three.

Sifu of Young Children leaned the school's Tiger fork against the wall and reached for the incense. He found that strangely, it was not the incense they normally used. The Guan Yin brand incense was nowhere to be found. This other incense glimmered and felt to almost vibrate in his hand. Perhaps it was just him.
Incense is incense, after all and they had to get going.
He lit this incense, but before he could bow, it had all burned into smoke immediately.
Strange. He looked around.

Suddenly Dennis cried out and clutched his chest as he flew into the mirror, shatterring it. Kelly ran to his side. The room was filled with panic.
Sifu of Young children took handfulls of fallen ashes from burnt incense that had not been cleaned from the floor and threw it scattering around the room. Finally it hit its mark, revealing a something where there had appeared to be nothing; A Tiger Demon, standing as a man in the center of the room.
The Tiger Demon opened his mouth to speak but Sifu of young Children thrust the Tiger Fork into his mouth. It cut the back of the Tiger Demon's throat, but the Tiger demon suddenly shifted shape, increasing in size looking as the front part of a tiger but having a back that fanned out like a Cobra. It snapped its head and took the Tiger fork along with Sifu of young children's left arm into its jaws.
Sifu of young children was knocked back and fell into a deep meditation to try and slow his bleeding.
His left arm had sprung to life on its own when it came into contact with the Tiger demon's blood. It grabbed one of the swords and began cutting the Tiger Demon from the inside. The Tiger demon tried to shift shape again but was still being wounded. It reared back to snap again to kill the Sifu of young children when a horned Lion like the Lion heads used in the lion dance appeared in the room as well and one rammed his horn into side of the Tiger Demons neck.
Mark Wu picked up the Crystal that lay on the window sill and began beating the demon's head with it as Win tried burning it with the lighter for lighting incense. The children did not know it but the demon was terrified of crystal and the Tiger fork. These two things weakened him to the point where Wins fire began to show the demon's true nature, and he began burning like paper at his edges. He shifted shape again to extiguish himself and tried to flee.
But Mark Wu, Crystal in hand, grapped its tail and followed. A monk in robes holding a fan of leaves appeared and sat on the horned Lion. He waved his fan over Sifu of young children and Dennis and their wounds were healed. Though Adam was still minus one arm. Sifu Adam continued to meditate. Uncle Tony and General Ching sat next to him and began to meditate as well.
Time seemed to stand still. Everyone wondered where Mark had gone.
Sup Yut vomitted in anxiety. Dennis withdrew into himself.
"What are we gonna do about Adam's arm?" said August.
"You all will go and deal with the situation." As the monk spoke everyone realized the voice was quite feminine then suddenly masculine. It was old and then suddenly young. The monk floated into the air and one face appeared to be myriad faces looking in all directions reflecting all forms as well as seeing all forms. Under the robes, the body seemed to be still and in action at once.
The children saw beauty as well as terrible ugliness. It seemed to be too much to take and everyone quickly lowered there faces to the ground, daring not to look at the figure too closely. Indeed, everyone thought that if they looked again that they may lose there life.
"Hah" said the figure and the image focused into one young and beautiful woman but not too beautifulGrey eyes focused black and armor focused into flowing robes changing as the colors of the sky at dawn. Her black hair hung about her wildly and yet beautifully.
She waved her fan over the lion heads bringing them to life.
There was a head of many colors and a head of red and black. Both were the size of large wolves.
"Now go!" Her voice boomed. They turned around and saw a portal forming in the incense smoke. A doorway, now a gate, floating in space, the other side opening out onto a lake.
The woman leaned against her lion who lay down on the Moh Goon floor.
"I'll watch your school for you and make sure that Time doesn't teal anything."
With that August, Kelly, and Win passed through the portal. They were not quite sure what their goals were, nor were they sure what force they had. Somehow they were supposed to fix a situation which they didn't quite understand.
Meanwhile Mark Wu followed the invisible Tiger to another world and another time.