Mythology. Poems

Hoarder’s Paradise

My mind has become a hoarder’s paradise
As I have gotten older, fat and lazy.
All that I gather collects
Along the halls, across table tops
On every available surface.
Eventually only narrow pathways remain
Through the labyrinth,
Pathways I traverse daily
As I shuffle back and forth
On my habitual ways.
This is the anatomy of a mind calcifying,
Layers and layers of thought and

Blood Moon in the Spiral

The Blood Moon is entwined in grape vines
Where it swirls around and climbs!
The Moon looms in the curl,
Guarding its encounter with Earth and Sun.
Thus, night's descent has begun
With scattered light on the run!

A total lunar eclipse 
A celestial event not to dismiss
A celestial pastry with vegan cream
Red wavelengths are glowing in our dreams.
Let's strip down

Sailor - One Last Trip

One last trip
Into the moon of your soul

With my last-made ship
Washed up on some shore

Calmly sailing in
Rowing standing on the bow

And from the line where the sky meets the sea
The horizon takes me and I don't even know where I go

All alone in the middle of the ocean again
The moon spilling it's magic potion to

Listen to the Wind

The wind is blowing softly like words spoken
in ancient temples built of stone, sharply hewn
from quarries dug in highland hills made barren 
by creatures come to claim the woodland cedars,
for sacrifice and beauty they were chosen
to entrance us in the tapestry of weavers,
the goddesses of destiny and devotion
to the patterns of the silken threads, attuned~
the

Rahu’s Shadow

When I was born, I believed myself free,
But Rahu came—
A warden of illusions, a prisoner-wider,
Keeper of debts written in the ink of forgotten lives.

He spoke without mercy,
“You will occupy cell number 8.
Do not ask what crime you committed—
Karma remembers what you pretend to forget.”

My mother wept, begging for reprieve,
But the verdict had been sealed
Long before

Evolutionary Wisdom

The horseshoe crab dates back 450 million years, almost twice as old as the oldest dinosaurs
It hasn't changed much over that time, surviving five waves of extinction
It moves along the sea bottom like a bull dozer, clawing and crawling and grinding
It eats pretty much anything in its path; five star, no star, no problem

It has

Scorpio

They’re intense and mysterious
Their presence makes you delirious
Pluto’s warriors just won’t stand by
They keep their secrets until they die

The tension’s magnetic and sexy
But jealousy makes them messy 
They know how to hold a grudge
Ten years later they still won’t budge 

If they love you they might be obsessed
It’s not something they’ll ever confess
They’ll treat you

cheese

cheese
the cheese is wet
covered in wet
i am wet
i am cheese
melt
i ,am steve...

Fear the Faulty Hand

The Furies in all their rage hath not the vengeance in his soul 
Which boils like the maelstrom and spills upon the shore

The tide rising higher and higher 
til it fills the lowland of their bitter malcontent

If righteous indignation had the power heaven holds
The sea now wormwood should turn crimson in this night 

But darkness

The Valentine Muse

If discipline be righteous let me stray but for a while
And beg the Fates indulgence on the morrow
For surely cruel as fate can be 
There's kindness in the breast for he that
Strays in ways gods envy and admire

If heaven smile the while you dally
Lost in that space none dared precede
It can't but wonder how creation
Dwelling

When Cupids Arrow Aims For You

Seldom misses
Life then blisses

Flowing Tide

The untamed waters
Bridled by the dragon's pearls
In the Empress's hand
Tides recede at her command
Her foe's ships were trapped in sand
Swallowed by the seas

Then the waves flicker
Once thirteen hundred years pass
Buried tales emerge
Ships surrounded Sunc'hon's Fort
To crush an invading force
A war raged at Choson's shores

Ancient echoes din
Oceans drew back, and recalled
Old tales etched in seas
Once again,

Black Narcissus

Staring at her reflection in
ocular mirrors, learning my
last blessings, creeping past
poltergeists during marauder
inspections while I transcribe
her flesh on caesura, pleading
with the Pleiades for soprano
notes to stay on his alto clefs,
hanging gardens in her image

Obambulate mistress, with
Black Narcissus as my witness
Extravagant solivagant born
from river spirits, lascivious
nymphs want to hear their
voice echo in mountain cliffs
carried by arid

The Tale of Lai Khutshangbi

Long ago, in the land of Kangleipak ( present day Manipur)
lived a demoness called Lai Khutshangbi
( means the deity with long hands).
Fierce in form, a most feared being in Meitei Mythology,
her mouth gaped wide, her tung hung long,
hands dragged below, with fingers sharp as talons.
This demoness besides stealing livestock,
would slip her hands through cracks in

Echo and Narcissus retelling Ovid's the Greek poets account

    Oh Echo why, did she beguile.
    Queen Hera with loquacity.
    Thou mountain nymph whose winsome smile
    Did mask Zeus from complicity
    With sylvan nymphs, his sole desire.
    Those dalliances once revealed
    Set jealous

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