There’s a place
in time
of no return
where you’re destined
for the end
A ride
straight down
with no reverse
to break
no longer bend
A final stop
on Hades
train
where devils
wait in line
With all
new couplets
in the flames
and nothing
— left to rhyme
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
The Gates of Hades
today I visited your Grave my love
I wasn’t sure if you noticed
this cemetery is in a Godforsaken place
the knobby old weeping willows
lend a Ghostly tenor to the site
the wind blowing through the trees
makes a Groaning sound or
perhaps it is just my imagination
I am still Grief-stricken since
that time ten years ago when
your soul was taken from me
and lifted to heaven on Gossamer wings
I shall never forget you until
my time comes
Within the ghostly fog the gate
is waiting patiently for me,
who is grief-stricken that you might not await
beyond the copse in love's decree~
a gossamer whisper of a promise
that cruel fate has whisked away.
In godforsaken solace
I am left with this cold grave of dirt,
wherein my fair Adonis sleeps
in unrelenting night,
and no amount of mortal groaning
will release him back to light.
Yet know this of the gods, and know it well,
That we and mortals form a single spell.
Dionysus, Hades, these are but tags,
They ease the tongue as back and forth it wags.
True names do nature spring forth from:
Once call our names and gods must come!
Having less
suffering more
Doors were slamming
wolf at the door
Arriving first
finishing last
Spiraling downward
— perdition recast
(The New Room: February, 2025)
For you, who must remain in Asphodel,
We weep for you, who have forever fell.
Yet we, who lost the moment, gained all time.
In falling, do we hope that others climb.
And though we lost our little lot of Earth,
We wish upon it all a grander birth.
Though life is for the living, not the dead,
Your lives our dreams, when we are gone to bed.
For the dreams of fallen fighters
Are the walkways of our world:
Be they heroes, be they blighters,
We’re the fabric they unfurled.
How much to those departed do we owe,
Whose bloods and brains didst build the world we know!
For sunlight rolled from off their learned tongue!
For ancient are the thoughts, forever young.
We paid no slavish homage to the past,
Nor failed to lend our glory to our day.
Take then our best, and nothing more need last,
And let thy beacon cast a brilliant ray.
We live as long as you recall our name.
We held the torch, and now we pass the flame.
To journey, yet alive, through Hades’ Gates,
Brings sorrow to the world, and to the Fates.
Yet Hades is the home accepting all,
And I shall catch thee, if thou choose to fall.
Then stand within my warm, eternal night,
And to all good and evil, close thy sight.
Let neither tears nor laughter touch thy heart,
And on our winding journey shall we start.
Thus sets these souls, whom I forever claim.
And yet, preserve the honor of their name.
And let them walk amidst you, through their fame.
And Chiron, in whose cause tonight I came,
Beloved of gods, he kindled reason’s flame,
With which, ferocious fortune, sought to tame.
Forever honor those who do the same!
Poor mortals, we have loved you, love us too!
Your grief shall fade, but ours, forever new.
Then let there be a sign to show it through.
And by the leave of Zeus, I now decree
That mortals evermore shall Chiron see!
And in the stars his image shall be cast!
In Sagittarius shall his wisdom last!
The Angels
have gone
Only devils
are left
Clouds
die infested
With fire
beset
Pitchforks
are glowing
Coal burning
the harps
Grace lost
in the smoke
Tomorrow
— is dark
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Under three, and under seven
Under the ace of spades
Lies a land I’d like to land on
But I live in Hades
To get out the easy way
Take the shady train
And I ride it day to day
Knowing its in vain
I can make a change to go
Boatman gets his fee
But its not the shore I know
Where he’s taking me
I am speaking to the wall
To the corner of my room
If one day the ceiling falls
It will be my tomb
An alternative to get
To the better world
But I know it will upset
From the news I’ve heard
It deceives the same old way
Like they do in Hades
So why worry one would say
Laughing in my face
Under three, and under seven
Under the ace of spades
There it is, a land of Heaven
But I live in Hades.
infant sucked up in red waters
old buried in the red pools
it's a pity
on a black day
dies Mr pity
on a pity day
in a pity time
into a pity grave
in a black out
it's a pity
when I looked into the skies
I could see heroes gone
before their time during the black day
. . . and with a haughty drink
of Virgil’s water
from the River Lethe
I venture forth knowing nothing
bring on the steps ahead
and what awaits . . .
but the waters have a taste
and some things feel familiar
a few of the steps ahead
look like my footprints
turning to a river
I feel I once chanced upon
and sensing
I am but circles within circles
Gray,
Dismal
Rainy days.
Then leafless trees,
As it gets warmer,
All start to sprout new buds.
Migratory birds appear.
Abandoning the underworld,
And the ruler of the dead, Hades,
Persephone returns to Demeter.
Soft dandelion wishes in Hades
sprinkling passion softly into the wind;
Longing for love not dependent on fees,
to experience this the rules I’d bend;
Just a little taste of this oasis,
when is this unquenchable thirst to end?
Two wildflowers in a field of lilac,
I will always find a way to come back.
They said that some men had the callings of planets,
Stationary compared to mortals,
Abstinent and moral,
That the energy they were given to live,
Attracted others like a Sun would give,
That they were gods amongst men third person,
Always asking men to ascend,
Man didn't know that that calling was from earth,
When the people need to change they are brought to make work,
That means God on earth that needs respect,
If the people try as equals the problems are what we neglect.
Osiris came before the people and said,
Just go away and leave me with my bread,
So it was said but the people didn't know,
Some people like to connect but he said go,
That means no speech no annoying not at all,
And death fell on the people too close to be a call,
When Osiris gave birth to the ideas of man,
He said never enter my head as the dead he had command,
Do not try me with such a big heart,
It shall be weighed against my efforts to be above what you do,
From the very start,
The man that was an island.
You , with those green eyes
That melt my heart , overpower me.
Your lips touching mine
Your giant hands burning my skin.
The two of us trapped ,
among flat boxes.
I drink from you , you drink from me,
my heart is white again.
Like a dove on its nest .
I lose myself in the profundity of your breath,
your soul grabs mine;
and walks me through the labyrinth that is your life.
And I feel like my wings are growing back.
-Persephone, don’t eat the juicy pomegranate seeds ! Screamed my Eng 102 professor from a distance .
- just fly away !
-He’ll make you stay , you won’t be free !
Still I did .
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