Blasted by these days and hours?
Know thee not alone!
Cursed dog, how ye devours!
Build thy throne of bone!
Dark fire, whistle through each vein!
I am God and Death!
Coming wrath, art thou insane?
Dragon, fire thy breath!
Vampire, hide thy coffin well.
Witch, thy favorite spell.
O for Heaven without Hell!
Hear me, wedding bell!
Thought-spark, sing in me! Bright bold!
I must find more gold!
What to have and when to hold?
How it's getting cold...
Rabid is the ravine? When?
Does it need to be?
Sacred vision, then again!
Prophet, poet. Mead!
Doom and Death, thy coworker.
How I must requite!
Cast, enchantment! Slick and sure!
Erebus means Night!
Volcano above me?
Well, Capacocha's dark.
Say a word for fancy-free!
Covenant, Boy, and Ark!
The coldest Southern Oceans
call him on stormy seas
in months of darkest searching
to Polar Desert see's
The blood red waters flying
the glacier vast expanse
he touches mineral waters
Erebus Lava chance.
Aurora lights are calling
over -land of the midnight sun
its beauty never falling
his journeys just begun.
..to continue...
The Spews of Erebus
Our desire unites us
that our greed and ambitions
might be heard as prays
to a concerning and considerate God
Might the Spoils of discovery
find sceince as profitible
as it is interesting
they cheered and toasted him
not knowing what was before them. Said one
in full opposition of the others. He sheilded his
lanterns at night
might the greed of men
need light to undo there promises.
Gold makes even the sanist man satan
that the poorest of the poor
wish to be as wealthy as
he who pay's him;
must he be vain and willing to risk
it all to prosper.
Or shall God makest him humble enough
to be concerned and bless the
expedition that they might
all equally share ach fortune.
Doctor kestler Anartic Expedition
There is Environmental Protocol against mineral extraction in Antarctica
The story is of a bunch of time traveler willing to extract from the past to have a Profitable future.
They are faced witha Challenge from The Superfreinds.
Earthen songs! from handsome angel throngs, opsoletus
Intervals and spells of the scope of temporal rondure,
A surging of the populus in singulari confluentia
So the book does diagram guthan, guð, and god,
Khute gaia, of poured earth, where legend sleeps
The burial dunes of Zeus, Aether, Erebus, and Chaos
Seasons advance with a tempering of wind’s instruments,
Sweltering bloom to hyperborean calm of frozen seed
Daughters and sons! from cildhama, fruit of the womb
Roaming deeds, of sin and samaritan, per omne spatium
Space of continental breadth or old borough border rings
Century to century in continuo, each end to seamless end
non vigilemus et dormimus in aeternum, of briefest history,
We do not speak of ages dissolved in lights of admiration
Stygian time cannot lie, and there will be other Dark Ages
We now originate and architect machines from the earth
Greater eyes and senses than what natura dedit nobis
What have we committed that we can conceivably survive?
nihil est quod in dulcedinem originis non evanescatin,
There is nothing that does not fade into the sweetness of its origin.
Erebus, the darkness
Endures the sharp cries,
Effervescent sweet lies.
Endless night lacking stars--
Even near the great sun
Escape slips into the
Edge of insanity
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Am I god's breath
Dawn's first breath caresses dew-wet glade,
yellow catkins quiver in spring's tender breeze,
eastern sunrise fuels passerine serenade.
Sulphur-yellow butterflies, black and golden bees
time for birth, new life, our earthly sphere decrees
of Erebus and Nyx
Impish flames dance in noontime light
morph to ghastly pirouetting demons leaping
everywhere, undisciplined they grave alight
red-hot searing daggers all-consuming.
Summer's purifying salamander breathing.
or earthly shibboleth?
Jewel blue; no longer skipping over rocks
the river, now near the end, is older, wiser,
gently drifting west towards the busy docks.
Autumn leaves of gold, like gentle boats, stir,
floating towards sunset's end of chapter.
Caught between the twixt;
The winter forest seems to our eyes dead.
Midnights new moon; the mother of the sky
mystic dewgleam-silver lights the seedbed
of decomposing earth, where fresh shoots testify
new life once more this land will occupy.
I'm Aether, or maybe six sixty-six.
He meandered the alleyways of being
uncertain of the origins of his conceptions,
unclear about the emergence of his thought.
Along the way, he happened on Erebus,
deepening shadows of skepticism,
darkening the lines of incredulity.
He regarded this as quite strange. What possible
value could there be to acuminate agnosticism?
What purpose could cultivating qualms serve?
Erebus stopped and studied him,
smiling as though he read his mind!
“Without doubt, you would never know
when you were certain,” he said. “Without
skepticism, you would never find
faith.”
I hope to live a little longer.
A little longer, and a bit stronger.
Is my soul getting weak? I ask.
But to whom? I tremble.
Souls I know, hide behind a mask -
Dreaded, I fall and stumble.
Me? Oh, a little girl afraid of the night -
Like Epiales it scars and haunts,
Holds on to me tight.
Hurt, I kneel before ordeals it flaunts!
Hypnos, Thanatos and Erebus - ain't any myth;
Come, latch on and feast like a carnivore.
Slowly, heart burns to ashes with,
Flames of memories, engulfing the core.
Love always heals - but where do I find this elixir?
Like Esther I'm choking, screaming in this bell jar!
I am no beauty, no perfection, definitely not a 'chosen one'-
Yet I hope to live a little longer...
A little longer and a bit stronger!
Craving to know both side of your story: Helios and Erebus.
Oh mighty night,*
You, daughter of Chaos and Darkness,
Mother of Sleep, of Dream and of Death,
Whenever you embrace me
The enchanting lullaby of Sleep I hear that
Throws me into ecstasy
Thus
In the magic land of Dreams, I venture
Till
Death, your beloved son, claims me as his
Very own,
Guiding me thus into his palaces of
Light eternal!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 March 2016
* In Greek mythology, Night “Nyx” was the daughter of Chaos and of
Darkness and she bore the many children of Erebus=“Hades”, among them were:
Sleep=’’Ypnos”, Dreams= “Onar” and Death “Thanatos”. Moreover, it was from
The night that light sprang!
The sand under my feet
burning bright;
the sky, a black hole of Erebus;
not a soul, not a whisper,
a feast of jejune sight!
My eyes, a saga of sadistic affairs,
my lips, swollen like jellybeans;
flesh in my limbs red with fire,
I look and long for deathly scenes!
Burning twigs light the world,
while black smoke lovingly embraces-
in hatred;
I stay awake - a moving carcass,
Love, where are you? et tu dead!
Held fast!
Ruthlessly trapped in a white sepulchred vice
that slowly, inexorably, crushes all hope.
Starving we wait, with lips black and caked,
all frozen in a wasteland of ice and snow;
revealing desolation and utter despair that
relentlessly flows, to an uncertain death.
We, officers and men, who’d aspired so high,
had failed to spot the strange irony
of our two ships’ names – ‘Erebus’ and ‘Terror’!
Darkness and horror now stalks each soul,
icily gripping us, in manacled madness.
Naked we entered this imperfect world,
born to long suffering and adversity.
Dare we bear arms against this dread fate?
Or, meekly succumb to what destiny holds,
shorn now of all means, to sustain our lives?
In the bleakness and sorrow of that long winter’s night,
we watched the fell stars of mighty Ursa,
circling, like bears, in the spangled blackness,
remorselessly hunting each human soul
…to a grizzled end.
Facing west
Flaming gold descends
Light extinguished
She sleeps with Poseidon
Phoebe rises from Poseidon's seat
Silver light on Erebus' shadow
Rebirth promise of beginnings
Herald of the dawn
Your eyes have taken me deep within
The essence of your soul
Showing me love that I've never known
A love you emote so well-
You have breathed life back into my soul
Rescuing me from the Erebus that I had fallen into
A place in which I could not have escaped from alone
You are the embodiment of everything
I have longed and waited for
You are my love's sweet repose
Sometimes
the burden of liberty
weighs heavier
than the burden of peonage
What if the debt has been settled
in the tumult of the past?
Will the peace of the now
lay still and remember?
Why, pray tell in this so-called freedom
did I find more bondage
and misery and weeping?
Why this chafing amidst release?
Is there a secret in the happiness of men?
Is it hidden in the furrows
of the scholars brow,
or the folds of the reverend’s stole?
For I was traversing
a road that lay straight for miles ahead
never noticing the cross
spreading its wings beneath me
And lo, from within
rose my anger like brimstone
from the mouth of Erebus
and fleeing my rage I fell
in this crevasse of despair
and there there was silence
and longing
and anger still
and wanting nothing of the world.
is this wrath a righteous will of God
or a travesty of man?
is it my redemption or perdition?
Is this the cross where the Messiah died
or the cross where the Devil lied?
I need answers
before this chasm closes around me.
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