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rogue Dec 2017
how do you walk across the universe?
as if you're not carrying the weight of the world
across your shoulders.

how do you move through the stars?
as if you're not weighed down
by the iron shackles binding your feet.
how do you do it?
Miro' Siegel Nov 2017
I am Odysseus;
the traveler, the seeker,
and with you in mind I braved
two months that felt like twenty years

And here I am now,
on an all too familiar shore,
alone on landfall, yearning for home
but Penelope has lost her patience;

There is no warmth to be found here,
only a strung bow and a deserted bed.
Dashed dreams and the forgotten future
appear in place of my heart’s destination

Yes, I was the one who left
but you never left my thinking mind

Yes, I was the one who left
but you were the one to abandon me
Miro' Siegel Oct 2017
For a reflection to be cast
there must be light
and so Apep was made
inferior in the mirror’s image,
cast below the waters of creation
like an afterthought.

And Ra was cast above,
circling the vast world beneath
but never removing his eye from his other.

What does brotherhood mean to the gods?
Is it only a likeness that threatens to ****?

A series of copies, each one
serving to dilute the last,
until the original is a dull blade
that cannot even **** itself.
Miro' Siegel Oct 2017
It was in a rage
that Menoetius cursed his mother,
furious that she implicated doom
in the naming of her son.

It was in a rage again
that Menoetius cursed his father,
livid that he’d been roughly hewn
and to violence he succumbed.

It was in a rage against himself
that Menoetius coerced the thunder.
Even before the bolt had boomed
he knew his anger was outdone.

Regardless, he had won;
only with rage, can rage be numbed.
Miro' Siegel Oct 2017
The depictions of
the gods are headless.
The pillars have crumbled.
The spirit has atrophied
and the wonder has gone.

No longer for Dionysus,
a temple to Aion.

Profaned by order and rule,
rigidity takes the place of passion.
In the name of culture,
the wealthy get wealthier.

No longer for Dionysus,
a temple to Plutus.

Blind to what is before them,
passerby’s idolize themselves.
The ancient amphitheater;
a backdrop for plastic portraits.

No longer for Dionysus,
a temple to Narcissus.

Power shifts in the modern age.
Worship changes form.
Miro' Siegel Oct 2017
I’ve only just arrived
and we’ve surrendered to time,
forfeiting our lives
to present moment a crime

Distance the traveler’s curse,
separation the test;
the lonesome heart bursts
through the wanderer’s chest

I’ll brave the loveless trips, oh
the future envelops me

You are my Athena, my Calypso,
my sweetest Penelope
Miro' Siegel Oct 2017
I am Hylas
and my voice is the echo,
my desire is the spring
and my mind is the bronze pitcher
that I have desperately filled with you

And how I long to tumble clumsily
in the throes of wine drunk love,
with you, my ever present but distant nymph;
forever in wonder of the parallels of myth
rogue Aug 2017
watch as your whole world crumbles.
the air you breathe turns to gold.
and you choke as it forces its way
down your throat and into your lungs.

tell me midas, was it worth it?

that midas touch.
your daughter, trapped in a golden suit, doesn't seem to think so.
cody smith Jan 2016
O Cassandra,

did nobody tell you?

When a god bestows

his love upon you

one does not simply

rogue Jul 2015
I want to eat ambrosia
from your fingertips.

I want to lick the wine
from your lips.

I want to **** the nectar
from your veins.
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