Ride

There is a faint trepidation

A quaint murmur whispered by the heart

Travelling pass the realms of my gods

Oh my, where do I start?

 

My chest ripples in violet

And bursts in shades of lilac

I welcome the warmth

That blooms my soul

 

I let my thoughts free

Like wildfire running through me

Aching and wishing and dreaming and wondering

I drown in the memory of you

Lovesick with your energy

You consume me whole

 

I’m too shy to meet your gaze

So I stare at your reflection

Instead of your ethereal summer face

 

My world falls apart

When your hands pull at the strings of my heart

I don’t quite complain

I’ll enjoy us while we last

 

If I must suffer, let it be this way

For I would ride through eons of pain

If I could hold your face

 

The sweetness and bitterness of it all

Of my being yearning to be a part

Of your universe

Nags me day by day

The longing of being with you

A dream far, far away

apologies

I’m sorry,

Each frantic step, a silent apology

Wildly, to the beat of her frightened heart

The trees bow out of her way

Their lady in white rushes afar,

Farther and farther from his grasp

 

His poetry, a beautiful flow of saccharine words

To some, ecstasy wrapped in sunlight hugging his lovers warm

To her, poison filled thorns scratching her arms

It covers her ears with lead and rots in her mouth

 

The archer is not a monster

The nymph knows he’s not

But as she runs like a helpless rabbit

Falling into snares, traps and whatnot

She can’t help but feel like one,

Prey to the hunter’s trap, who in turn was the prey

To a greater mishap, right from the start

 

I’m sorry

Her voice rattles the valley, scares the winds

I don’t want your devotion, I don’t want your overflowing heart

I’m not your true love, this is a facade

Stop this madness that coats your eyes

I wish you well, giver of light

But please stay afar

Far from my sight!

 

His response is left unheard

She prays to the sky

Her hands are tied

And from the darkness of her former self

A laurel emerges, right before his eyes

 

Horror blooms his chest

As he stands, clear headed, his palm traces the tree’s height

His senses reprimand him for his pride

As he kneels down and stares at the hilly expanse beyond her, eyes vacant

The madness leaving his sight

 

Consequences dawn on him as leaves caress his locks

Laurels hypocritically sit on his hair,

I’m sorry, he seems to shout

The leaves whisper and bristle against his arms

 

Eros questions whether this debacle was worth it at all

Home

I am home

In the flames that take me

And nestle in my hearth,

Amongst the gods

A place for rest,

A place to talk

The fire welcomes all

 

Vermillion flickers bloom

Like a fireplace

Burning in a Lodge

In a place time forgot,

Ice starts to thaw

 

It beckons and glows warmth

Against the long nights

Healing calm

The warmth tastes like cinnamon-laced chocolate

Healing the sickness inside

 

In the flames that take me

And buries me in her arms

I feel at home

Content, In my hearth

Mute

A tale of wisdom and pride comes to life

Like a weaver stitching together a story

The tapestry would show the war maiden berating her pride

Her- a woman who defied her in a tie

 

Words fall short when it comes to describe their art

One showed lauded victories, battles and glory

The other portrayed unholy savagery

A web of truth crafted out of one-sided liars, a different story

 

Do not challenge the gods, she had reprimanded

You’ll never win, but a show of hands from the village left her astounded

 

Punished for her excellence, berated for her craft

The same folk who adored her art, let out roars of laughs

As the wise one ran after her, unleashing her wrath

 

In shame, she left the humiliating realm

In exchange for nocturnal calm

And in hindsight the wise one saw

The flaw in her plan

 

Brought her back to the light of day

Not as an arrogant, defying rival

But as a mother of spiders

Weaving webs in mute daze

Till the rest of her immortal days

Pyrite

There’s blood on my hands

The spots won’t go,

Her gown is bathed in poison

No weapons visible to eyes young and old

 

I am ancient, pained cruelty runs through me

Dragon flames consume me

The sun swallows me whole

Harsh, blinding, powerful and bold

 

We were perfect

If you were bathed in guilt

I was covered in sin

 

You were my world, dawn to dim

Jason, a name I once adored

Bravest of the brave, honor and valour,

Synonymous to his name

A sight to behold

Father of my children, lover of my heart

I don’t see him in you,

You spineless, shameful, opportunistic political coward

 

I despise you, I’ll raze everything you ever loved

Even if they come from me

I swear on my stained heart, my hatred runs deep

I’ll rewrite your history from a hero to a tragedy, while you sleep

 

Mark my words, your fleece will become your shroud

I’ll make you wonder why did you leave being a pirate

Be careful when you sleep under the roof of your rotting glory and your pride

Scrub the gold off of you, all that remains is cheap pyrite.

Raise Your Glass

Sorry for being late

I mixed up my grapes

Did I say grapes? I meant dates

I apologise if my behavior seems deliberate

 

Greetings father

Remember me?

I’m the noisy one, reborn and ready

Here to claim my place

An orphic amongst divinity

 

Your queen looks lovely in rage

There’s no chair for me in this place

Why is that perfect archer disturbed by my rave

Is my madness not worth his praise?

 

Oh sunhaired brother, will a break in the poetic flow make you flush deeper than my finest grapes?

 

Everyone!

Meet my friends

We like raiding ships and celebrating as much as we desire

We’re a bunch of misfits, join us!

We sing and dance and rip apart liars

They set your palace on fire?

Zeus a mercy

What a pity

I’ll pay you in gold, I have plenty

 

With this I conclude my tiny tales

Raise your glass to

Drunken frenzy, madness and disarray

Epicurean ecstasy

Dionysus is my name

And my cult and I? oh,

We like to raise hell.

Paralysis

I used to loathe the night

Stygian skies stained my life

The flowers given to me

Foolishly by those men

Left to rot in the temple made for me

Against my will

Second coming of the goddess of love

A dead end

 

I used to loathe the night

Till the day my marriage merged with my funeral

And the winds brushed me away

Landed me in my grave, my holy grave

Heard your voice and my world took color

 

In the arms of the same stygian skies

I felt solace

Midnight wrapped me with celestial dreams

Beaming with starlight, i wished for thee

Stars flowed through my bloodstream

 

There’s something angelic about you,

Something divine

How can something so lovely,

Be a monster, subjected to crime?

I feel your delicate touches

And come alive

 

Holding on to you,

My soul is paralysed by this tender ache

I’d give all my lifetimes away

To see your face, past the ashy haze

 

An abhorrent union, my days melted

For in night I gleamed the brightest

The temple flowers wilted

And whenever dawn broke

I felt distaste

 

Light beamed and shone and endlessly towered

Around me, life began to prosper

Living in the vivacious daylight, in roaring laughter

My traitorous heart

Started counting down the hours.

Saccharine

Aphrodite,

You grace my dreams

My mind turns into a kaleidoscope

Visions gleam

 

Aphrodite,

My lover visits me in those dreams

Whispering enchantments of faith and purity

Saccharine memoirs of wishful thinking

Swing past me

 

Aphrodite,

I wake to a lone grave

A harsh reminder

Of my cruel fate

 

Aphrodite,

The stars are mocking me

The moon feels lonely

 

Aphrodite,

I’m tired of these games

 

Aphrodite,

Grant me endless sleep, dolor free

 

Aphrodite,

Why do you play with me?