Long Persephone Poems
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Verse 1
She braided spring into her fingers
Walked the earth in gentle light
Every flower leaned toward her
Every dawn knew her by sight
Then the ground split open quietly
Like it knew her secret name
And the girl who carried summer
Learned the weight of winter’s claim
Pre-Chorus
No one asked if she was willing
No one heard her cry below
Chorus
Oh Persephone, crowned in shadow
Queen of what you never chose
Half your heart belongs to daylight
Half to silent underworld roads
They call it balance, call it order
But they never call it pain
You bloom between the living and the dead
And carry both their names
Verse 2
Her mother screamed into the seasons
Turned the fields to dust and bone
Grief made gods and mortals hungry
For a daughter not at home
Six red seeds like whispered promises
Stained her mouth, sealed her fate
Love or trap, the truth went unanswered
By the doors she couldn’t escape
Pre-Chorus
Even queens are born from loss
Even power has a cost
Chorus
Oh Persephone, crowned in shadow
Queen of what you never chose
Half your heart belongs to daylight
Half to silent underworld roads
They call it balance, call it order
But they never call it pain
You bloom between the living and the dead
And carry both their names
Bridge
They say you learned to love the darkness
That the throne became your own
But no one sings about the girl who fell
And woke up grown
Strength was stitched from stolen hours
Grace from wounds no one could see
She didn’t choose to be divided
She survived divinity
Final Chorus
Oh Persephone, bloom in shadow
Teach the world what spring can mean
That even roots in frozen soil
Still remember how to dream
You are not just Hades’ queen
Or Demeter’s stolen flame
You are the space between goodbye and growth
And nothing blooms the same
Outro
When flowers fall, they’re not dying
They’re learning how to return.
There's an urgency to the ascending bleep of the alarm clock
Creeps in, nudging me from sleep.
I choose snooze, just five minutes more
And visions of the evening before,
When a tiny dormouse was seen,
Tip-toes back, drifts into my dream.
Persephone, the hazel dormouse,
Quiet queen of the hedgerow,
Has wintered in her haven of the underworld,
Slumbered in her bushy tail curled softly around her.
She's stirring as the returning light of this spring equinox
Dispels winter's gloom.
Persephone is awoken by a cacophony of floral symphonies,
New blooms a carillon of bluebells reverberating
In a tintinnabulation of campanula indigo tones
Reverberating with the violet and lilac peals of the grape hyacinth.
Persephone's ears prick to the tinkle and chime
Of the lilies of the valley, bellissima!
And in the distance, a golden merriment of daffodils and narcissus
Are trumpeting in the new spring.
In my dreaming, I am as teeny and tiny as Persephone,
She and I look at each other, and then up to the vast sky.
We nod a greeting to the lonely cloud wandering by.
Together we gaze at the brimstone butterfly,
Fierce and ablaze in his sulphureous yellow,
Herald to the new day.
Then my pictures of Persephone are slowly fading away,
She's leaving to go break her fast on the delicacy
Of nectar, caterpillar and aphid, which she likes the most,
Whereas me, now awake, I get up.
I go make tea and toast.
I talk to the sky, but the sky is empty
I tread the path, yet it twists and turns,
Seeking solace from the wreckage of shattered dreams,
Is there no one to be my anchor in this tempestuous sea?
I talk to the sky, but the sky is empty,
Empty,
Empty.
Will no one stay the course?
An anchor in the stormy ocean,
A tranquil shore with my name etched in the sands of time,
I have witnessed the rain,
Hissing as it strikes my rusted roof,
Exposing my soul to the elements,
Threatening to wash me away,
Perhaps cleansing my sins first.
I converse with the birds, but they echo only despair,
Like Persephone, bound to her fate,
I speak to the spiders,
But they weave webs of deceit,
Paranoia creeps,
Seeping into the madness within,
Ever-present, like a beast lurking in the shadows.
Will no one stay the course?
My mind is no plaything,
My heart not a carnival ride,
Yet I have been toyed with,
Breaking all the rules,
Lost at the crossroads of destiny.
I walk the path, but it is never smooth,
Addicted to the chemicals in my brain,
Though they are the source of my torment,
Like the hunchback in his bell tower,
Deformed by the weight of the world,
Crushed by the pressure of my own mind.
My mind is no plaything,
my heart not a carnival ride.
Will no one stay the course,
Be the voice from the heavens,
To assure me I will not sail the sea of destiny alone?
I talk to the sky, but the sky is empty,
empty,
empty.
light d i m m e d for Hathor
she wants to bring in Persephone
chocolate candle dripping consciousness
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cheap caramel cinnamon wine leaks
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mint growing jazz numbers invisible
break padlock says NI to AI
indigo shadows seep across Lyran lakes
Persephone emerges
screams P pppp ee
Melinoe tip toes alongside
dark maroon banks
dragging her ghosts aaa
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no moron is Hades
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holocymatic race ___grids base
sit in O W N resonance field
to twelvefold dimensional sanctuary
this is keys to freedom
Light >> yin-yang
To be seen with Your eyes
Seen without guise
To fix for all time
That look of surprise
What did you see?
Surely not me.
What visage revealed
With a glance thoroughly sealed
To fix for all time
That look of surprise.
What did You see?
Surely not me??
Was I Bottecelli’s Venus
Born from the seas?
Or Hades fair Persephone?
Did Helios’ bright shine
Blind earthly eyes?
What did you see?
Surely, not me.
Yet the Graces of Heaven
Gave me earthly form.
Though I was not Eve,
I was surely reborn.
Reborn into happiness through
Your cornflower blue eyes.
Reborn in the image held in your eyes.
In the valley
of violin vines,
when the saffron sun ascends,
and crooning clouds
drift in mulberry cadence,
I let my quivering quill harmonize
mystical moonbeams
splattered across
hushed horizons~
with sparkling strings
of stardust,
as ink paints a
panorama of primrose promises,
from spring scented
sonatas scattered
in symphonic hues
of sangria syllables,
thawing
frost-clutched fauna,
while butterflies flutter
amongst floating florals,
depicting whispers
of my hyacinth heartbeat.
But something about
the way sakura
blossoms fall like rain,
traces picturesque
lines of my
lyrical confessions,
composed like
a chromatic chorus,
that savors
kismet kisses,
of a love woven
with
twinkling
tendrils in
tangerine twilight,
and when you
return like
pirouetting jasmines,
I feel the
ambrosial aura
of Persephone
emerge from
the darkest
caves of Hades,
bringing back
empyrean euphoria,
and here I let
nature unfurl
a choir of
singing sunflowers
and waltzing wisterias,
performing
classical serenades,
amidst trumpet trees
sprouting ivory petals,
in dulcet idioms,
veiling toxic tales.
But today,
as rays of gold
adorn my skyline,
I think of tender truth
transcribed in
theatrical tunes,
like
zenith of zealous zephyr
eternally rippling
blue rose breeze
across Monet’s
balmy meadow.
The sublimation of the conquest to Concordia, we stand,
On the mountain of Iridescence,
I can see the waters shine in thine eye,
As thee shall go to your compliant workhouse,
Thy manner will be sub verged into chaos,
Beneath the rubble, Mount Vesuvius erupts,
Killing me softly,
My brain withers away,
Into a bramble bush,
We decide our fate,
As the Gods intended,
Our new company is a free range,
Orpheus, my dear,
Please remember all I ask of you,
This is the Phantom of the Opera,
And you are watching the 18th Century pass by,
In shadows we rise,
In sleep I die,
My oh my,
This is such a lie,
My decadent Persephone,
Your husband is coming!
"50 Words for Poe: Hysteria"
Incantation to you
Manifesting the Phantom
with the Hysteria Paroxysm Blues
Hellfire Club got nothin’ on you
Hot hysteria paroxysms
flying on your broom
a whole new world
Black cat purrs
You, the catnip for this girl
https://youtu.be/boQ9ytantA0
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/ETIPuORrPyo
“I put a spell on you”
“Little gusts of sunshine blew, strangely bright, and lit up the celandines at the wood's edge, under the hazel-rods, they spangled out bright and yellow. And the wood was still, stiller, but yet gusty with crossing sun. The first windflowers were out, and all the wood seemed pale with the pallor of endless little anemones, sprinkling the shaken floor. 'The world has grown pale with thy breath.' But it was the breath of Persephone, this time; she came out of hell on a cold morning. Cold breaths of wind came, and overhead there was an anger of entangled wind caught among the twigs. It, too, was caught and trying to tear itself free, the wind, like Absalom. How cold the anemones looked, bobbing their naked white shoulders over crinoline skirts of green. But they stood it. A few first bleached little primroses too, by the path, and yellow buds unfolding themselves.” D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
"Well"
Well,
I’m way too romantic
aren’t I?
Tattoo’d poetry
on a tongue
not
speaking
on a body of work
spent unspent
love let loose
on a deep
French Kiss
tatoo'd poetry
on a tongue
locked in
your everything
diving deep 6
into you
like Persephone
underground
I’d rather be a carwreck
driven 100 mph or more
slammed up against your wall
with purile certainty
fingers entwined
the plot curled, legs twisting
fingers deep
in ink
Well, bursting
I’m deep
like deep Red bells tolling
out there
in that walk on water
ocean of yours
sharks circling
I ride
their sandpaper backs
holding tight onto their quartz fins
their razor sharp teeth
cutting up all my pages
in the in-between
emerged in everything
the losses over
every winning win
the black and white
Orcas circling grin
wolves like words
come to save me
and I am yours
eventually, heaven ridden
Well,
I’m deep
6 ft in
another
4 and 20
blackbirds
risen
Candide Diderot. ‘24
I want to be fully unwrapped
within the arms of your heart ~
the effervescent efflorescence
effortlessly cultivating our truth,
with your heat as my clothing,
your throb as my psalm,
your love as soft thunder,
soothing in silence
my mind’s mayhem, malevolence…
But to be your chosen heirloom,
must I turn fears
into flowers of resilience,
mask insecurities with interstellar lies,
pretend to be prepared
for the poisoned persistence,
as if ink trembles not at the
thought of losing the light
that found me ~
weeping on the edge of nothingness?
O lion’s mane huntsman,
my warrior scavenging
through storms and starlight,
come sail with me
to the distant dunes
of deepened devotion.
Succumb to this surreal seclusion,
cloaked in captivating colors
of branching attachment,
where you and I will
face the nefarious unnamed
like Persephone,
strolling between thistles
and abyssal dawn,
oblivious to what blooms above,
the labyrinth of love-starvation,
finding clarity through static panic,
returning to your dream,
where cacophonous control
calms the inner conscience
clawed to the catastrophic
currents of craving.
I am the midnight wanderer
intoxicated on pomegranate’s
forbidden ecstasy,
euphoric amidst the orchid
haze of Hades.
For what is happiness
in the absence
of fulfillment or contentment?
I have long learned
the adjectives to accentuate
peace through pain,
serenading serenity
beneath skies adorned
with doomed diamonds.
So let me stay alive in
the lines of allure,
find lucidity through distortion ~
hope through helplessness,
rise again to a spring
that pulses
for piercingly perfumed passion ...