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Written: February 14, 2025 for Brian Strand Contest
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In twilight, specks become stars,
bridges locked in gold,
Engraved whispers on walls
painted with diamond tears.
Singing hearts weave veins of
lilac and jasmine,
A serenade of soul waves,
ebbing through arid shadows.
Dark alleys paint a carnival of
spectral silhouettes,
Roots entwined in forlorn twilight colors,
wine-stained breaths.
Sorrow’s perfume lingers
like raindrops on roses,
Hushed epicedes echo
in the cinereous horizon.
Herbs waltz with heartbeats
beneath a canopy of trees,
Nestled nests console the forlorn
shorebirds at dusk.
Paranoia flickers like sparks
in a delicately hushed night,
Love’s choir sings an elusive refrain of
integrity and sins.
Delirium dances with
egoistic ghosts in the dark,
Tears pirouette like phantasmagoric
mist over steel syntax.
Blurring edges between serenity
and abyssal flare,
spheres clash in capricious vortices
under Gaia's winged gaze.
A whimsical trance catapults dreams
to an eldritch nebulae,
vortices float serenely,
weaving cosmic whispers into the night sky;
hushed murmurs from Eros to Erebus
blend seamlessly with somber threnodies;
in Gemini's embrace they linger
as wisps across Pyxis' burning calyx;
and while Maelstrom gnashes
within Tartarus' volcanic depths;
velleity blooms amidst fervent altar prayers
Echoes waft through Nexus' cavernous voids
to quench desires caught betwixt Chaos &
Gaia's visceral nexus hallucinations.
carried by the wind, where have you been the lonely soul
who returned to the riverside; and now, why are you asking
the way to Erebus to the swaying reeds over and over again
with the sighs deeper than the bottom of the water
with the sighs more than the countless stars in the sky
for growing tired from seeking the way too far,
the lonely soul stayed for a while in the valley
where the flowers bloom in the early evening’s soft sunlight;
however, the touch of cold starlight at dawn makes the flowers
withered in the chilling dew drops before sunrise; the valley where
the lonely soul dwelt may be the way to Erebus where he once roamed
after all, as if pushed by the high wind,
the sorrowful soul left hurriedly
in the way of no need for haste,
and crossed over the river that carries no promise,
counting the days without tomorrow
now is the time to let your eyes close to rest the lonely soul
let, therefore, the tormenting soul, the pointless eyes
that always seek something but aimlessly
to put an end their wandering
although once you cross the river named no-pathos
nothing can be seen even if you turn your face back
or return to the world where your footprints may still remain
or to restore what you have left in the opposite shore,
why don’t you, therefore, close the eyes
even though no one follows with bewailing your departure
or holds your trembling hand with tearful eyes
even though it’s a lonely journey
the miserable funeral to the nether world
why don’t you close your eyes while crying with the drifting water
while listening to the dirge
the murmuring water chants in a sorrowful tone
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.
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 Enipeus Valley
Listen as the lesser gods utter.
Beneath the veil of Nyx, entities.
Are dark spirits. Surrounded by
Erebus, the underworld just below,
Flames flicker.
Meanwhile, these hunters in the snow;
In trails of chaos, plead for Prometheus
protection, these demigods traffic where
Shadows call from Thanatos, who harvests
The souls of the dead, kept tormented souls
begged to be released.
Their eyes were in a glow.
Because of Epimetheus's foolish mistake.
And now the black Enipeas river below rages.
Yet dawn will rise again in Aether.
From the son of Erebus, the dark underworld.
Where the hunters were led.
Before being escorted into the ethereal
atmosphere into Hemera daylight to reach
The forest of Mount Olympus.
Hope, are you still out there?
As buoyant as the blue?
Plight and poison, pine to pare!
Dark fire, burn me new!
Chains a-causal, wrap us tight!
Flicker as you fly!
O Erebus, bid good night!
Light of spark, bely!
Wind atop the pinhole shade?
Machine, marmalade!
O for games as yet unplayed!
Belladonna, bade!
Torment of the tornado?
It spins unevenly.
Swiftly flies the dappled roe!
Io, lost at sea!
Rejects of line, assemble!
Serry thou thy ranks!
Sing in we, O brazen bull!
Soldiers, guard the tanks!
Salvage operation?
It helps to pay thy rent.
Sacrifice! Such songs to shun!
Queen Dido, where went?
Rage and riddle, red rook rhyme!
Roundabout and reel!
Prisoner, what is thy crime?
Show them how you heal!
Plight and passion, prickly pear?
Pyramid, receive!
Load on my back, burr to bear!
Ricochet, reprieve!
Harpy star in skies of grey?
Onward, O hounds! Bay!
Poison pill, debt to repay?
Crucible and cay...
In our world plenty of light has got brutally put out
In our faces a lot of orange leaves no more sprout
In your sorrow just hollow floral bunch I hand out
The dark shadow of Erebus becoming more stout
Prayer for concord are burnt out and hospitalized
Had there been around today the famous Orpheus
In our tongue and lips and the restive unconscious
Had there been some scraps of broken lyre wires
Our music could have somewhat cured our distrust
Escalating with the universe in its space and time
With your lyre as you would walk the paths of pain
Like the mother of night the stars in a sweet strain
Like the palm of morning a harmony would contain
All the lions and tigers that we nurture in our brain
And they would all act like their blond and mild fur
This very Orpheus however got wobbly and fragile
As his partner Eurydice he looked back at to fondle
She vanished in the air leaving a pain and puzzle
Gloomy and vagabond he was slain by a scoundrel
Though eminent our cognitive poise we mustn’t lose
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When drifting water of the river Hebrus murmurs
a heartrending cry surges from the bottom of the river,
and when this cry reaches the midsummer night’s sky
the stars echo and a lyre in the constellation by Zeus’ throne
plays sad music. And when tone adds pathos to deepen the darkness,
a nocturnal bird soars in the dark air, too, singing a sad song over
a grave in Libethra.
The reason the river weeps with a plaintive requiem is,
not because Erebus is too far or Styx is too wide,
but the stern ferryman denies Orpheus’ passage
to netherworld where he once passed with the crowds of the dead.
Although he once made the Furies cheeks wet with tears,
won a Proserpine’s sympathy and made Hades himself gave way,
why Orpheus has to cry a heartrending cry over Eurydice again
with his plaintive tuned lyre and song of touching story of his beloved wife?
It’s because he couldn’t cross Styx for second time.
He cried through the weeks of sleepless nights,
regretting why he turned his face back to assure
Eurydice followed, and therefore, heard her last cry of farewell.
He called Eurydice’s name for the weeks of agonizing days and
nights without food stretching his arms in air as if trying to hold her,
though she is not there.
Since his second farewell to his beloved wife on the dark and steep passage
of Erebus, Orpheus played his lyre and sang sad songs unceasingly. He sang
to tell his regretful experience on the way to this world at Erebus to the rocks
with melancholic but touching tunes, he chanted an account of the tragic life
he underwent with a gloomy but moving sound to the trees.
A viper, therefore, struck Eurydice with its sharp fangs again,
a horror that of the Maenads’ desire to capture Orpheus
tore him limb from limb.
And when the river murmurs, Orpheus’ limbs fell in water
parted from his body call to one another wishing to come in one again,
Orpheus’ keenness to see his beloved Eurydice grows more and more.
The Erebus Experiment
The Lewis effect......
Oyster flour by the ton
mixed with phosfus and sulfur
and ground iron particles
mixed with acidic oxide
to make a cheap version of natures
"Air-eye-Kore-Reccion Metomorphosisation"
CaCO3Plus Acidic Oxide
The Making of Stone Jam
Rubberey Otters Mold
to make the Sealion Envy
make the dishes squeal
and all crustains sing
clam up lobster guy
the dooral supported fishes
sand in your brittez
all ya'll sunbaked
giant prawned diamonds
24 caret gold
smooth talking woman
pour slurry into
the mold
don't cast bo demons
don't sound up no hell
we're all Gods People
we wish ya'll well
yeah we wish you well
ooh:ooh;ooh!
Gal in the pink Bikini
got dogs all around
towelling off front of many
people
only to lay nack on the ground
Pretty enough to get attention
sexy enough to be lefted alone
smart enough to see tommorrow
tell the guy to leave her alone
she said she was thirsty
ten fools bought
her drinks
three more got her a sandwich
thats how her freinds get there food and drink
but it's alright
we all having fun here
O kabab merchant, thy skewer!
Fresh fish on the line!
And, moreover, in a blur -
Life, be unrefined!
Tangled are the strands of Fate?
Causality, roam!
Make a meal of small, ye great?
Lie down in the loam?
Well, we hope not, young fellow.
Let's keep it mellow.
Otherwise the killing blow?
Mine or thine below?
That is how it tends toward.
Yes, but why this time?
O ye tigers, how you purred!
Sirens, sing sublime!
Poverty for poets?
Depends on how they write.
Songwriter, sing well thy hits!
Erebus means Night!
Think it through. Tomorrow.
Surcease of sorrow?
O ye beggars, doth borrow?
Whiskey, flies, thy jar o'?
Formulate or fix? Foment?
Liquor? Liniment?
O Queen Dido, thy lament?
Roundabout repent?
I, the fabled Carthage Queen!
All that I have seen!
Automaton, thy machine!
Frog-skins wrought a-green!
This I tell ye, O wild youth!
Flicker as ye fall!
Woman Night, thy cold phone booth!
Funeral, thy pall!
Agony. It comes and goes?
Waits for tomorrows?
O for carrion feeding crows!
Blessed roads a-chose!
But! Great queens about me stand!
Hard be not our hand!
Aryan King, thy path is manned?
Blighted by the banned?
We say not! Give it no thought!
Sparks in wire a-wrought!
Buried treasure, are you bought?
Foreign wars a-fought?
You have our love, and each ear!
Therefore nothing fear!
O for those who don't hold dear!
Whisper in thy beer!
Madam, thy best blessing...!
I trial and tumult seek?
No more time for guessing!
Plant one on my cheek...