"I know not that of which you speak, though this I can relate;
A restlessness does haunt my soul, a hunger I must sate;
I know I slept with my child's eyes naivety was my bed;
Then I did wake with adult eyes an aching heart embedded"
"The last we knew she journeyed far to seek a worthy mate;
Her longing, calm, melodic voice unsettled Zeus' state;
He sent her forth to prove her voice could conquer one like he;
And seeded lust and longing that she sings so passionately.
So now it's clear why you could raise the fire from her sleep;
For Zeus gave this playful Sprite to Hestia from his seed;
Speak soft our sister's name to her and make a wish entire;
For she must grant her captor that which they do most desire"
And so Euterpe reappeared returned to sister's fold;
The Fire Sprite now danced with glee back in her master's hold;
Our Maid now settled back at home, devoted man by side;
And Hermes whined and sulked with pain his fun and games denied.
Young in flowing gowns
a Golden Staircas* descending down
Edward Burne-Jones pre-raphaelite
with a enchanted dream of delectale delight
Adventures in paradise,
Upon hillsides paved in stone
mysterious moments lie
freed from pretense
and the heckle of the bird
skinny dipping in the sea
making love
naked
in, a wave of you
out, a rush of me
caffè per due
hands grasping hands
hearts singing in the key of b
playing more than a part
sipping a little after three
beauty emerging,
it's all these blues can breathe
sparkles shimmering
a night's dream
holding tight in the supine
a million stars
a trail of lights
leading to home
not too far off in the distance
the fires burn
eyes water
sheding off barriers
fading into the sea
Who loves this fool ignoramus?
Even Time says t-rump is not famous
He must be a commie
Since he's brought us a tsunami
Of toxins that stem from his anus
First of all, Grandma left us.
Now Grandma’s gone to be with the Lord
But thank God I know better.
O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory?
I could pour out all the questions
But thank God, I know better.
It’s just a playback of the same old
Why You? Why Now? Why Lord?
Sufficient whys till infinite eternity
But thank God I know better.
Thank God I know better
That in Christ, it’s never goodbye
See You Later Grandma.
@SEPTEMBER 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
There within that meadow
beneath that weeping willow
came to me, my love --
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
there within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and the willow cried
"what soul once chained
-- NOW FREE!"
:: 04-03-2014 ::
Rev: 09-24-2017 ::
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