I got myself into a bit of a pickle,
but there was parts of me that felt tickled,
I fell down a hole like Alice did,
and saw Cheshire cat along the way.
As I skipped through parts of me,
I felt I had split personality,
but one dimension I never felt so free,
I didn't need to be saved.
So effortless,
felt loose and useless,
but in a good way,
euphoric and free,
there's no place I'd rather be.
Then a heard a voice,
the room turned bleak,
I felt I could not speak,
now I really did feel weak.
It was dark and cold,
I needed to come to my senses but didn't know how?
I thought it was some kind of game show,
"that's it you have had your laugh, you can come out now!"
Inside Pandoras box,
was my insecurity,
waiting to come out of this box for other to see,
"please!" I begged "don't do this to me!"
Time felt slow,
and I started to come back to reality,
climbing back up a hole,
this time not literally,
this whole experience,
was just not for me.
Pandoras box
Filled with unimaginable doom
And unprecedented gloom
Pandoras box
A little box of grief and unendless tears
Bringing perpetual pain to the inquisitive
As they sought for the unsoughtable
Pandoras box
A tiny pang of greatest agony
As it opens to its inquirer with unending nights of horror
Let my curiosity lead me not
To the dreadful box of Pandora
Least I be ostracized and hunted
At the youthful bloom of my days
Wodon gave them song and verse
Promethius gave them fire
Dionysius gave them wine and games
Orpheus played the lyre
Atlas held the world aloft
Fenrir consumed it whole
Ceres gave them seeds and crops
Ran the waves that roll
Pandoras box kept evil locked
Rati set love free
Boreas brought the winters frost
Eostre, springs fertility
But for my name they are nothing,
Upon these you may not call,
For I am christ the jealous god,
And I destroyed them all
So do not sing mousai's songs
Rebrand all festivities
For each of you are heathen
And theres is only me
Scott (loki) MacDonald 2017
Pictures ruined me.
Searching for stuff
that weren't supposed to be found.
The things I could do.
I'm ghosting, because my ID keeps changing.
I opened the pandoras box
and I've let all hell break lose.
The things I could do.
Like being in a dark room and for
the first time you see the sun.
Blinds you, but you keep going.
Trying to find the cause of
the misterious seeing.
Can't you smell it?
It's in your head,
but you can't identify.
That something caught my eye.
Oh the cariousity.
Is it worth finding out more.
What are those pictures?
The things I could do.
PANDORA’S BOX
A dull tarnished box was found out amongst the rubbish.
No one knew how it had got there; it could have been lost or stolen,
but an old tramp came across it.
On a cold night he found it while looking for something to eat.
He went down an alley and opened the box up.
Inside was lined with gold; in the gold a young girl’s face was reflected.
She said I’ll give you three wishes.
The tramp’s first wish was for some food, which appeared in front of him
as if by magic.
His second wish was to be happy and his mood changed in the blink of an eye.
His third wish was to be with his dead wife; in a second he was in heaven
by her side, to be in a place of love for all eternity.
PANDORAS BOX
To have the power of the gods doesn’t mean you should play God
Some things are better left the way they are; don’t wake the sleeping dog
He wanted a body evidence and dug into a murder case that murdered him
The Judge said that the case should have been left to be since the chances are slim.
The day incessantly keeps creeping into the night
The creatures of the night are tired of having surprise daylight
This is halting their business; they sought on a planned surprise attack
The day ignorantly creeped in as usual; darkness swallowed its light like a shark.
Blood is thicker than water
The ingrate bastard thought knowing his biological father could make life better
He persistently sought to know that he disregarded his ever known father
Could life be so horror? The man whose daughter he raped is his biological father.
Some things are better left undone than ever done
Man feels that concerning himself with what concerns him is never enough
He got too busy with another man’s matter; enough got more than enough
He opened the Pandora’s Box; it was far too late to blame himself for attempting.
Lordvip
October, 2013.
It seems I can't forgive myself
For chasing Alices' rabbit
I slipped and fell in the wishing well
And started a life long habit
I want everything-I want you
I'll open the package to see what's inside
I want that beautiful rainbow too
I want everything-I want you
Curiously,it seems I feel
Surrounded by doubt-you've seen it no doubt
But luckily I found the key
To unlock Pandoras' box for me
I want everything-I want you
I'll open the package to see what's inside
I want that beautiful rainbow too
I want everything-I want you
First of all but most of all
This has been the hardest fall
Moments are milestones-milestones are many
Looking for endings-well I haven't any
right in front of me
whispering to me
taking so quietly
her breath catches
this picture if beauty
with 20 more pounds
anyways
she comes back in
and the way she looks at me
tell me shes been bitten
the poison in her veins
draws her to me
for i wasn't hiding
in pandoras box
i look in her eyes
the poison runs deep
i hold the cure
with no hope of treatment
for i'm still a good guy
and thats not my hand
shes holding on to
Do you always get burned
When you play with fire?
Must you always
Extinguish your desire?
Not to open Pandora’s box
Yet gave the key for me unlock.
You cleaver fox
This box unlock.
For in its contents
I did find
Such confusion for my mind
For out come poring
Contradict emotion flowing
Knew you well
Resist could not
Not to open Pandora’s box
Gave the key
Now take it back
This temptation
I shall free
Free I shall
You from me
For swear I do
And oath forged forth
This desire
extinguish not ignite.
With water held
High in hand
Pouring onto what
Burns within.
Burns under my skin
Revealed too thin
Weakness overcome
Deliverance from.
From this cleaver fox
Custodian Pandora’s box.
Held within content
dreams of nights embrace
Filled and emptiness
Dreams of loves illusion
Lost in passion confusion
Dreams to reality
Never to make
For both to know
To much at stake.
You slowly open the door
...."These doors"....
And what is behind them
Quickly leaps out
Trying to take hold
An invitation
Toward the unknown....
The battle begins
Begins, for it's control!
Pandoras box
The forbidden fruit
When will you learn?
When will you know?
How many times
Must you fall?
How many tears
For them all?
A lifetime of lessons
A lifetime of doors
......"Time".......
At the end of the hall
At the end
The end of it all!
How many doors
Have you left to turn?
"When"....Will you ever learn?
These doors, like metaphors....
Knock knock, who's there?
Turn right
No, turn left
Through this door
No, go through that
Past it's corridore, to
It's if and or....
To, it's other door
No, it's many doors
Any doors?
In the end, you shall choose!
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{......Doors.......}