no apology
just sleep


sleep
what a strange

word

❤ to Medusa  ❤

Hecate is the bridge between the ancient
world & the ancient, ancient world... I
kinda did the math & it seems Medusa
lived during three Golden Ages. the first is
the most primitive comprised of monsters,
that accounts for her two older sisters, air
& water spirits led by Chaos; then came the
Titans & their world, which is what is in the
Edda of Norse mythology & Wagner; followed
by the Olympians, the last Golden Age, before
history proper began thousands of years later
w/ Classical Greece & the philosophers; what
the Romans did was to filter Greek & Etruscan
myth through the Spartan martial code while
ignoring the super-advanced critical thinking
called philosophy that went on in Athens that
anticipated ideas that are just now in our century
being proven correct & may be the very ideas
that rescue us from Spartan-Roman-Zulu-Nazis
who think like zombies; I'd rather be an ESP ❤
wielding poet any day; (                                    )

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

bind my wrists with barbed wire
and tell me you love me
hold me hostage with the hope in your eyes
andd if you ask ever so, not nicely..

i'll reach into my pockets
and
trade you some sanity,  if you give me your love.

I can smell
the soft floral remanence
of blue hyacinths in bloom.
The smell lingers everywhere.
It reminds me of you.
How you always smelled
so sweet,
like you'd just had a bath
with fresh lavender,
and rose petals swimming
all around you,
gathering at your feet.
I miss that smell,
almost as much as I miss you.
It's been a long time
since I've thought about you.
I've pushed you from my mind,
from my scarred up heart.
It's better that way,
keeping those memories
locked up inside me.
It took a long time
to stitch together
the pieces,
after you so carelessly
ripped my heart apart.
I'll always resent you for that.
I'll always love you for it too,
and whenever those hyacinths
are in full bloom
outside my window
I'll think of you,
of how much I loved you,
and for just a moment
I'll feel a touch
of the hyacinth blues.