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The in-sense of dying night falls
in the early morning burn.
The mating song of the beast calls in the darkness,
hyenas mimicking loved one,
per each his turn,
navigating at their clever wheel of turn, turn
turning into pleasure map of "do what thou wilt",
soul_crack, of urn.
Falling for deception, so that the false gods may Grandfather in, their idol's star craft
in djini-ology heroic return.
We come by reflections, harkened at the waters edge.
We are a marker in the sand, as the world crumbles, repealing-aeon, as sifted soot through our hands, hourglass cutting teeth, smash and grab.
In a Universe too young for this implosion ing.
Our corrosion to conformity
to society ending erosioning, with so little prompting.
As we watch from our comfortably numb
resistanktuary, of the carrion, "Dead's Retreat"
Apathy?
Nay marking an 'X' of charred remains,
in treasures stead, of we, strangers in a strange land. As it pertains to
the mystery of dancing through the space in our heads while calling for sensibilities of poisoned lead.
Caught stealing from our time past
and shadowed from another
aging twine and deepening larceny craft
of cast of lots cast last,
mirrored hive minds, ape-ing, bled from un holy rites
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Avatar, Starbucks, Apollo, Aphrodite,
Artemis, Ad-Venti es.
Non recused, by the divine
in his un muse, sick
of our cold touch stone
mobile fold table altar
of our abbadocsyst em
forlorned murder gurney, games of usurper thrones.
Our journey sojourned, so journed, so adjourned?
without Corona Mass Hystraction drill leading
to bottomless pit-CERN,
unleashing/Demon Drones/
Main Eventi and Coronation.Infestation
manifest stationing bling bling and
"Everything Zen"... " I don't think so"?
One early morning not long ago
I watched sun-light streaming and beaming through
Cirrus and cumulous
Clouds in low altitude air.
The sky was as blue as you
Can imagine…deeper than
Any azure hue I’d ever seen
Painted on earth’s cathedral-like ceiling above.
I was in love
And couldn’t help but feeling
Something stirring deep within
These gravity-laden veins
Which for one brief moment, erased all thoughts
Of loneliness or pain.
I was lost in thoughts of rain
As time stood still watching
The sunlight filter through the snow white blanket
I dreamed of riding on as if
I were Pegasus with wings,
Aether or Anemoi, ancient gods of sky and winds.
I let the light begin
To penetrate my aching bones
From years of walking all alone around this planet’s crust
While looking for some peace of mind
In this world that I’ve been thrust
Into and pleased to see
The beauty of the light that shines on me
And you as well as well can be
Not unlike Apollo and those ancient gods
Of sky and stars we follow far
No matter who or what we are
Struggling to achieve or seek to uncover
Early morning sunlight helps me discover
There’s more to life than meets the eye
And more to mortal eyes than seeing
Past one’s brow and beyond the clouds
Farther than the sun somehow
We’re drawn intangibly like moon and tides
To God’s golden light and love not meant to hide.
Wombles In Space
(Split Into two parts because I suddenly got all Limericky )
Part One
The Wombles are not worldly wise
They look to the ground not the skies
They got on a train, which is hard to explain
Cos the train they got on was a plane
Eventually back on the ground
Uncle Bulgaria frowned
How could it be, that all he could see
Was a sign saying Cape Kennedy
The small telescope in his pocket
He took out and saw a space rocket
He said to his wombling clan,
I’ve spotted a big old tin can
It’s stood there as though we’re expected
Just waiting there to be collected
And while it’s a hell of a can
Am I not a wombling man?
Soon they had clambered aboard
A rumbling sound left them all floored
Orinoco was starting to drift off
And somehow he’d started a lift off
Bulgaria sported a frown
Lord knows how we’re gonna get down
But since were all stuck in this can
I’ve got an exiting new plan
They found a box full of space suits
and one full of magnetic boots
The mission: to gather space trash
To trade up or sell it for cash
Part Two
Then Houston said, we've got a gremlin
The crew ain’t the crew we’re rememberin
A furry ensemble
Each looks like a Womble
Perhaps snuck aboard by the Kremlin
Uncle Bulgaria’s explaining
Orinoco, asleep, ain’t complaining
There’s rubbish to get
They’ve not been beat yet
The cargo bay soon would be straining
The craft dragged a net round the Earth
Catching up junk for it’s worth
It then tried to swallow
Some bits of Apollo
The net didn’t have enough girth
Tobermory’s big invention
For over-sized space junk retention?
A sticky harpoon
A scrapyard on the moon
So that’s taken care of his pension
His plan for retirement luxurious
Was blocked cos the Clangers were furious!
So what could he do
Except grab some glue
A womble space walk is quite curious
He glued all the rubbish together
Which seemed really simple but clever
He made a new planet
Of metal, not granite
Which really was quite an endeavour
On Earth there was mass womble mania
Those wombles, it seems, had got brainier
The latest new game
Was to think up a name
For the planet we now call Womblania
Mirabelle orb ascends,
under clementine and pomegranate skies.
Absent,
in delight of daylight.
Eyes set adrift in dawning daydreams.
Calm heart is an oceanic concerto,
flowing along sapphire tones.
Deep breaths walk upon water,
caressed by Poseidon's piano keys.
Pulsating palpitations beat eloquent echoes,
rousing freely along rhythmical ripples.
Searching for symphonic serenity -
composition of waves, amicably,
pave a path towards destiny.
Hope vibrates like Apollos's lyre and lute strings,
as winds whistle lost tunes from Athena's flute.
Melodies of the silent sea summon torpid tides,
as desire merges in harmony with the harbour -
passionately embracing barren shores.
Aroma of dusk's dew cools in night's velvet sheen,
as sinking sun is submerged into the deep blue sea.
Sprinkling of pearls appear - their reflection
shimmering upon watery midnight blue stillness.
In silent clarity of blackness,
flowing footfalls of fate purify -
awakening mind from its reverie.
The Silent One
6 September 2020
Mirabelle - a plum, also known as mirabelle prune or cherry plum, is a cultivar group of plum trees of the genus Prunus. It is believed that the plum was cultivated from a wild fruit grown in Anatolia.
Poseidon, in ancient Greek religion, god of the sea (and of water generally), earthquakes, and horses.
Apollo has been recognized as a god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the Sun and light, poetry, and more. His two musical instruments were the lute and the lyre.
Athena was a talented flute player, as she created it, but others ridiculed her when she played due to her cheeks. In disgust, she threw away the flute and said whoever picked it up and played it would be severely punished.
I told Cupid to halt his arrow
I wasn’t trying to fall in love;
when I was in sorrow.
He was so understanding,
He hatched his bow and went about his business
It took me a while to realise I didn’t like colour.
Black was majestic it strengthened my soul.
I met Lyssa the goddess of anger,
Told her she was blocking my view,
I wanted to watch my happiness descend
And she went AWOL,
Never had met her match so she wasn’t trying to be burned.
Moving at my pace, I saw my past.
It flashed by me, I swear it was a whirlwind of emotions.
Seeing my clutches, tears, laughter, anger, sorrow
I knew I was never selfish.
So why didn't I feel a pulse.
Apollo came, with his golden lyre he played the blues.
He said bury yourself in music, bury yourself in writing.
So I did, I soured among the clouds,
I almost touched the stars.
My soul was free, my head was clear.
I was a little more selfish.
Hecate came, with her aura of calm.
I felt myself crave solitude.
Time to myself, time to cut out the negative.
She said I could, so I did realising I loved it.
Seeing my life with new eyes,
I also saw a blessing.
With his charisma and his boldness,
I felt my knees go weak,
But I wasn’t trying to fall in love,
Elpis came with his bow of hope, he said you were losing your mate.
No journey can ever be completed alone.
So I took my journal and gave it to my blessing.
He said he wasn’t a reader but a believer.
my past was a measure of the weak,
Death was a given, life was a mystery
he wasn't trying to unravel it.
He saw my incompleteness and still adored me.
I told him I will be coming undone, I was not afraid anymore.
He took me with open arms and whispered he will never let me go
An applause roared around me but the curtain never closed.
Only roses and glitters buried my feet and body.
Showing me a light I had never seen before.
I felt blessed, I felt strengthened.
I knew I was getting there.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Fair Dionysus, friend to all that’s small,
Rememberest thou 'divinity' at all?
Amidst thy congress here with drunks and whores,
Does any finer thing escape their roars?
The greater beauty lies in greater thought:
So, bless the seeker, not the stolid sot!
And do they ever look upon a star
As aught beside a torch to find the bar?
Thou tends thy flock and I tend mine.
Thine are dreary, mine love wine.
Thy flock and mine, they do abuse the wold.
Why, greater gods than we would wish them cold.
I can but save them if they’re in my fold.
Yet thou, of all the gods, they hold most dear.
I preach horizons, thou the pleasures near.
And if I congregate their youth to teach
That greater glory discipline may reach
Wouldst thou destroy the purposes I preach?
Though we are gods, we’re only gods, my friend.
I do not preach, I leave them to their end.
And if, on some occasions, I opine,
‘Tis but the passing comments of the wine.
If thou thy fine philosophies wouldst sell,
I’ll hold my feasts, and may we both do well.
For all thy feasts, yet sorrow’s still thy name.
This pleasant world we claim’s not whence we came.
Add not, to bitter memories, our own blame!
Float not our sorrow on a sea of shame!
And these, our drunken wards, we swore protect.
Nor does our duty die of their defect!
Before they and this planet shall be wrecked,
Must we as guardians act to some effect!
And so support the school I shall erect.
If not by hands of gods, by men they’ll die!
That Earth is mud that does not face the sky!
There is a little worm within this mud
That may survive the Heavens and its flood.
I hold my feasts, yet cannot taste my wine.
Thou guides the sun, yet walks not ‘neath its shine.
Zeus flings his bolts, yet never sees their rays;
And so for all us others, in our ways.
And when the dreams of gods awake the Earth,
Anesthetized, we cannot judge their worth.
Where thou admires in men what makes thee god,
For I, ‘tis deeper currents we find odd.
‘Tis but a deeper ruin that they reach.
‘Tis but one end, if not restraint we teach!
Too sober thou to see what’s true.
Thou sees but once, where I see two.
The day is near: I’m needed in the East.
Thou mightst work less! ‘Twould lengthen then my feast.
1971 Amtrak service be gone
On October 1st Walt Disney world officially opens
We all really love them candy treats
Really want them chocolate candies Willy Wonka was Gene Wilder
Relative reality
1972 It was arrived at arcade new game called Pong
Can't refuse this offer Francis Ford Coppola film
The Godfather
During the DNC Watergate scandal I was calling my new girlfriend
President Abdel Nasser of Egypt dies
Relative history
1970 I was going to high school was in the 10th grade
Also bought my first record out on Diana Ross present The Jackson 5 Hey!
Apollo lands on the moon I was in my living room
In 1973 completed newest tallest building in the US the city of Tower in Chicago
1973 all US troops were withdrawn from Vietnam
Relative history
George Foreman Muhammad Ali jungle rumble Foreman was real quiet and calm
1974 the UFC barcode developed invented
1975 Matsua/JVC introduce the VHS
January 1976 married that year
Relative history
also in Italy earthquakes in the Philippines tidal waves
Elvis Presley dies
Saturday Night Fever premiers
1977 first US women's astronaut
Relative history
Also that orange stripe sarcastic cat lazy Garfield eating lasagna
Now I need a place a space to put my Atari
Relative history
7/16/14
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2014
"The Honey Masquerade in Delta"
Love and Lust
ignores
ALL
The Others dissolve
who cares, Lovers don't -
Lovers are in a world of their own
Lovers dance
through shadows
Love and Lust
play their own game
Unafraid, they play
Day into Night
Night into Day
Burning sweet like toffee
they play,
The Honey Masquerade
In a World of their Own
The Wheel of Fortune calls
Venus Spins
Freedom
Delta lies her land flat
triangle shaped
beckoning
Free,
but now
Honey Trapped
Apollo runs her like a River
Out to Sea
Love like a poem
sweet vibed and ripe
Lust like a bandit
challenges Love
and ignoring
ALL
Lust takes the shiny, juicy Apple
and temptingly whispers to Love …
"Come, take a bite."
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Behind The Wheel"/ Depeche Mode
https://youtu.be/cHpApC0oSCw
"His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...
only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.”
Anais Nin
“I prefer empty cages, Sabina,
until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.”
Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love
"One discovers that destiny can be diverted,
that one does not have to remain in bondage
to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities.
Once the deforming mirror has been smashed,
there is a possibility of wholeness.
There is a possibility of joy.”
Anais Nin
"Good things happen to those who hustle."
Anais Nin
“The one thing we can never get enough of is love.
And the one thing we never give enough of is love.”
Henry Miller
“Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel.
I live in perpetual expectancy.
You come and the time slips away in a dream.
It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence.
And then it is too late.
You numb me. [...]
This is a little drunken, Anaïs.
I am saying to myself,
"here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere."
Henry Miller
.... obviously, too much whiskey ....
"Delta of Venus"/ Anais Nin
Coleridge once wrote of the Khan’s pleasure dome
Where Mnemosyne, the mother of muses did roam
And her daughter, Caliope, was the muse of epic poetry
Gave rise to Orpheus, who joined Jason on his odyssey
His love, Eurydice was killed while dancing to his tune
A beautiful nymph, the daughter of Apollo, died to soon
Tragedy and comedy underlie classic Greek Mythology
And while ancient in deed, is the basis of psychology
Thus when the creativity springs from my inner mind
I recognize my source of beauty, the special muse behind
Humble poet, graced by a lovely and elegant guiding sprite
A heavenly creature that slips into my dreams in the night
In deed and thought she shines golden light on Earth
Like the starry celestial orb guiding lost sailors to the North
Perhaps she is unaware of her power, unaware of her love
But all I can say is that she is my muse, shinning from above
The winged god Zephyrus, handsome and graceful
gently flapped his wings, gliding across the meadows.
His eyes fell on naked youths splashing at play
in the sparkling water of a deep wide pool, sheltered
by willow trees, where fragrant flowers bloomed.
He slowed his flight and looked with lust and admiration.
On the green grass he espied a tender youth;
athletic and beautiful was this young Spartan prince,
scantily dressed, playing his flute with nimble touch.
Zephyrus’ heart fluttered and leapt; he could not help
falling deeply in love with beautiful Hyacinth.
Little did he know that he was already being
courted by Apollo! Out of sight he lay in wait
then made his move and sought him out at sunset.
He approached him and with golden words he tried
to tempt his heart, but all in vain. Though impressed,
Hyacinth remained firm and faithful to Apollo.
That night, Zephyrus many restless hours spent
alone, ignoring Chloris’s sexual charms.
Entangled thoughts engulfed his frenzied mind,
jealousy clawed at his heart, tore deep within.
Dawn arrived, and bleary eyed he hastened forth
towards the hills, in search of calm respite.
Alas, it was not meant to be; envy reared its head
with poisoned fangs that sent him reeling mad.
Emotions changed from red to green, and in despair
he flew high up, aimlessly circling in the sky.
Then all at once, upon a verdant field below,
he caught sight of Hyacinth and Apollo
playfully engaged in discus throwing.
The green-eyed monster lunged and with swift intent
Zephyrus blew a gust of wind that swerved the discus
from its route and it hit Hyacinth on the head
resulting in instant death. Jealousy prevailed.
Furious yet heartbroken, Apollo held Hyacinth
tightly in his arms, blood dripping from his temple;
and with one last act of love he changed that blood
into a most beautiful flower called Hyacinth.
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