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The Howl of the Petrified Minotaur
Ouch!!! Come here you wriggling food!
Pay for destroying my peaceful mood!
Away from the darkness! Go out from your hood!
Let's see who's fit for bone-breaking!
Show yourself! Stop your coward hiding!
Do not add to the wrath of this bull raging!
Ouch!!! An ambush from a weaker creature!
I am being beaten in my own lure!
Ridiculous! In this labyrinth, I'm the king for sure!
It is you who must suffer in this domain of mine!
But now I'm the one who fell supine!
Am I the oblation in my own shrine?!
Ouch!!! What pain?! What pain?! My spine is broken!
You, hideous pest, will be crushed once taken!
You, Theseus of Attica, never here a denizen!
Oh mother, Queen of Crete, save me from this murderer!
Do not allow him to tear me asunder!
Listen to this Howl of the Petrified Minotaur – a cursed monster!
-02/04/2015
(Dumarao)
*Fallen Myths Collection
“But, for my own part, it was Greek to me”
Julius Ceasar Act 1 scene 2 by Shakespeare
trying to study the language of ancient Attica
is like studying all the rules in mathematica
it is all Greek to me!
Serpico
limit tree eye
a passing passerby
with tulips that fly
into the eye we shall see
burning with fire
a gun for hire
Serpico as Al Pacino
go with the flow
came out years ago
carry on then let go
elect new members
place, spaces & traces
Live it up
As if the light of a skunk
braided by the mere notion of goals
barren sea onto remember me
falling down on my knees
love, hate & sweat
so sorry that we met
not so easy to forget...
Attica ! Attica ! Attica !
beat one with a baseball bat
live at each attempt
porcelain tape some call it fate
Of the orb I speak in awe
Of the Moon with its slender claw
Finite in size, elysian in presence, there to watch
Crop the doubt, step up a notch
As is he - facile princeps - a sublunary prince,
Devout and intense ever since
The days of deportation from Attica of North
In the downtown Abaddon he came forth
To denounce neither world in order to live
Only in you could he ever believe.
Yet the stigmata pierced the skin
Grafted the soul infinitely thin
Battles abated but the burden rose
From the nadir of the pith to foreclose
Every chamber of every pore
And then, disappeared into nevermore.
In the dreams I see time and again
A stoic oak tree turned into a cane
An untamed ocean of tenacious fire
Almost silent voices of desire
Composed while whispering into his ear
Go back to Attica of North
Reset in Abaddon where he came forth.
The raptors, the vultures, the scavengers,
They circle the sky in search of meat.
The carcasses of the fatalities of plague
Lay outstretched on the hills of Attica.
Those that chose not to abstain
Have joined the crowd of corpses.
They do not bury the dead, instead,
They let them rot ‘neath the summer sun.
The barbarians, the heathens, the invaders,
They burn the land and fell the trees.
There is safety behind the walls.
There is a great strategic advantage
In forcing a stalemate. However beleaguered
And stagnant the people may become.
Having my own Georgetown street; while walking within it's sunrise's
Shade somewhat quiet today this Memorial weekend: a slight cool breeze
Wisking us away as passing Victorian's once upon a time's houses and etched
Deeply amid his concrete the year nineteen sixty-eight: her time of change Attica where
There seems no escape sipping upon another glass this dust wispering whirlwinds ?
Ushering in life's truth it's image these bars vertical; walls their shadows she screams: crude
Hewn caves love's sepulchres; cultured stones chimes the childrens mirrors marble, roses; sleep....
Take rest from such taunting breath these drops as red his sliver sheds: peering eyes her blades reprise.
Lying in an augur's aviary..
Reneging on my virtues,so credulous..
The feying fay being taken to
bury,
I see things called ambigous.
Slowly fading odour of scantity..
In Attica, end of augustan age.
Wings of Azreal, the martinet
deity,
I see these, with espied rage.
Hydaes casting spell every
night..
The abysmal wizard of dark
kinglet.
Between scylla and cherybdis is
my sight..
Seeing through the torment
outlet.
Through that window, with
arriere pensee..
I see me, the ambling ember
Once alive, now frozen modus
vivendi..
Promenading with flowing ichor.
Still with each sunshine..
I see hope blazing through..
A jocund scene,hard to miss.
The changing magniloquent
hue..
Palladium of gamut bliss.....
Hello darkness, my old friend
Just when my heart is on the mend
I realize I’ve built walls
And no one listens to my calls
When times get rough
And friends just can’t be found
Walls close in, I’ve had enough
I wish I was homeward bound
I wander empty streets down
Past the shop displays
In my own tears I drown
Only in memories, my home stays
So I shrug my shoulders
And walk off to look for America
The road ahead is filled with boulders
Steeper than the walls of Attica
A pocket full of mumbles,
Broken promises I carry today
As thunder from a storm rumbles
Only with God’s help, I find my way
*For Tracie’s “Sing a Song a Poem” contest
*Group – Simon and Garfunkel
“Hello darkness my old friend…” from “Sounds of Silence”
“I’ve built walls…” from “I Am a Rock”
“When times get rough and friends just can’t be found…” from “Bridge over Troubled Water”
“I wish I was homeward bound…” from “Homeward Bound”
“I wander empty streets down, past the shop displays…” from “For Emily Whenever I May Find Her"
“And walk off to look for America…” from “America”
“A pocket full of mumbles…” from “The Boxer”
Up until I found
That love card..
not meant for me...
That was the moment...
I began to see...
16 years of marriage,
and I never got a card,
Now one I stumbled upon
Hidden below some clothes
that you recently had doned
This was but the beginning
of my shocking discovery,
One that I'd prayed,
Never would I see...
Then he called,
collect from Attica jail,
I picked it up,
My luck never to fail,
My heart's unravelling,
my life"s mirage,
Now I truly see...
I made a big mistake
16 years before,
And married her,
Despite her rep as a whore
You can't change a leopard's spot
And if you cried and tried,
Success you will ultimately not,
'Cause people ain't no angels,
Certainly you deserve,
A shred of self-respect...
So leaving home was natural
What more can one expect?
Your young son's tears
and pleading so heartbreaking
Your heart shattered so much I say
This was the very darkest
That my heart has had to pay.
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