Under these stars
Over these grasses
We will make love
Whisper cold voices

Under these seas
Over these mountains
We will shout to the Gods
And burn their crosses

Under these blankets
Over these sheets
We will exchange heat
Committing sins are our prowess

Have I been staring into the void for so long
that I started to think I wasn’t alone?
Had I known there was no way to enter,
I would’ve never knocked at this kingdom’s door.
I thought the moon was waiting for me on the other side
and I could fall in her arms,
relieved to have come back home,
after experiencing humanity
without my consent.
I never meant to fall,
I never meant to live as anything else
but a whisper of light in the darkness,
and yet…

The gods like sacrifices and so that’s what I  became.

I thank you lord, good god

for you made us; but we made this thing

This thing called religion.

Designed to divide your creation

False prophets claim your name,

we fight, do their bidding

But dragged in the dust, your name.

Are you there lord? Or you left us?


Defenders of religion, you all enemies of reason.

We build temples, of gold and silver

But do you forget.. he expects much less?

You think this is the good god's fight?

But your ignorance, darker than the night.

Aren't you ashamed?

for you have shamed your maker.


I am a lunatic, when I am poetic

But lend me your ears,

You who call yourself believers

I am a beacon of sanity;

in this endless sea of insanity

**, what noise? Ahhh 'tis but the wind disturbing
A precarious balance. Well I know
This barren waste holds naught but air and rock,
For once again has wrath and anger pricked
The mind of Zeus to vengeance, and bans He
Now all visitations. No more shall the
Daughters of Oceanos come to speed
The hours with mild discourse. No longer shall
Their beauty bless my days. The weight of isolation
Does so press upon me that the vain and
Servile babbling of Hermes would be welcome
But His voice forbids it. And these craggy
Towers wrought of Nature cruelly do
Bar the simple pleasures of rambling goat
And song full bird, for no beast may attain
These heights save one, my feathered torment. Half
My time is spent, half is yet to come, and
Darkly do my spirits waver. Is it
Not better to give to Zeus His want and
End this agony, than to grieve the trials
Of stubborn opposition? Would it not
Better serve my purpose to be free these
Fast fettering chains? Oh how dreary do
These weary thoughts color the mind, yet how
Quickly do they fade in the light of immortality.
It is far more wise to own this vile *******
Than bend to a raging will. Well I see
The coming of His pains and my release,
And the certain knowledge of those days steels me
To endure

When once in heav'ns of swelter'd glimmer'd heat,
The shock of all reflection in the sun
Oft charged all veins through body to the feet,
And Godly blessing's kingdom I had won.

'Twas all in first what men could want to dream,
All meat and grain with dozing nectar sweet,
My fingertips with lightning wrath may seem
All pow'rful, yet my inner part doth cheat.

Where is my heart? My noble heart then dies,
And leave the Gods where Godly power lies.

I ne'er thought I could boldly leave the clouds
And long lost father's thoughts then to destroy,
But 'neath those wand'ring feet can pass the shroud
To live in silent abstinence of joy.

They say the gods are omnipresent,
An intuition comes to mind…
The thought of humans ever-present,
And their pantheon of crime…