#hercules
i feel like the weight of my world
is on my shoulders,
a self-inflicted
Atlas curse.
my actions
are coming back
to knock me down
and crush my resolve.
i'm so close.
so close to getting everything fixed.
and i push the boulder
up the hill as Sisyphus did.
but every time i near the zenith,
i make one small misstep,
and everything slips from my hands,
rolling me flat again.
mere assignments
feel like labours of Hercules,
impossible trials,
with the intent of divine punishment.
if i slay the Hydra,
will i pass english class?
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
Who is which –
I the One, or the other?
Another another…
Here I hear the ones
each the other,
Noone the One.
You they pray to,
ask for You they do.
Yet their aim never be true…
Antaios the Somber,
Hercules‘ Challenger.
Weather the bother,
wake a slumped Brother –
You, Antaios Above!
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 5:50 PM UTC
What have I done...
I curse thee, Nessus, for your evil wits!
Your wicked whispers deprived me of my Sun
His soul departed from the pyre Philoctetes lit
And I am the assassin that is to blame
I cannot live with this burden of my ******
My body will soon, too, be engulfed by the purifying flame!
Thanatos, come, I won't delay our meeting any further
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC
Pack it up, pack it in
don't throw my bolts there creating a din.
I won't ever battle you, that would be a sin.
Never will I stack up,
cos you just knocked me down again.
Trying to act higher,
with you and your godly crew.
But I'm the lord of the dead,
come on get your tombs up,
I raise the dead, can I have some hands up.
I have two minions, no there not yellow.
Pain is his name.
Getting splinters in your **** cheek,
stubbing your toe once again,
jump around, jump around
his confusion will get you down.
Then we panic,
who likes a bit of disco.
But he'll move your keys
just so you jump around, jump around
lateness is his merry go round.
I'll serve you up on the river of sticks,
If your coins ain't legit,
Throwing your cheap **** off the boat.
You get a special place for being tight-fisted ..
I've got more schemes, than any other villain,
copyrighted some cos others trying to steal um..
Tried to get Hercules on my side, but he was a
goody, goody, with piercing blue eyes..
I tried to ride his horse but it threw me off,
Slightly embarrassed by blue hair went off..
Yes I 'm bald and I wear a flaming blue wig,
but I'm a millennia old, and no sunlight down here.
You think Zeus locks are real,
More like Clouds that with a deceitful blow,
have his head looking like a shiny chrome dome .
My name is Hades and I'm king of the underworld,
I'll never rise to the top,
But I'll see you on the other side, enjoy it up top.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 8:35 AM UTC
Hercules did not know any of the drawings,
And poorly studied under in school,
But it was a hopeless poet at heart,
I had lots of dreams about the will.
Only one thing he could not –
In the sky flying like a bird.
But a few feats to make managed
And he can be proud of himself.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
Vesuvius has a long historical
and literary tradition. It was considered
a deity of the genius type at the time
of the explosion in the year 79:
it appears under the registered name
of Vesuvius as a snake in the ornamental
frescoes of many residential sanctuaries
or dwellings that survive Pompeii.
An inscription from Capua to IOVI
VESVVIO shows that it was worshiped
as the power of Zeus. That is, Zeus Vesuvius.
Mount Vesuvius / vɪsuːviəs /; Italian:
Mount Vesuvio [monte vezuːvjo];
Napolitano: Vesuvius? Latin: Mons Vesuvius
[mõːs wɛsʊwɪ.ʊs]; Also Vesevus or Vesaevus
in some Roman sources is a somma-
stratovolcano located in the Bay of Naples
in Campania, about 9 kilometers
east of Naples and a short distance
from the coast. It is one of the many
volcanoes that make up the campanian
volcano. Vesuvius consists of a large cone
partially surrounded by the steep crest
of a boiler peak caused by the collapse
of a previous structure and initially
much higher. Mount Vesuvius is known
for its eruption in 79 AD. which led
to the burial and destruction
of the Roman cities of Pompeii,
Herculaneum, Orlando and Stabia,
as well as many other settlements.
The explosion threw a cloud of stones,
ash and volcanic gases at a height of 33 miles
(21 km), throwing molten rock and pulverized
pumice at a speed of 6 x 105 cubic meters
of 7.8 x 105 hm per second, finally
releasing one hundred thousand times
the thermal energy released by the Hiroshima-
Nagasaki bombing. More than 1,000 people
died in the explosion, but the exact numbers
are unknown. The only witness to the event,
who survived, are two letters from Pliny
the youngest to the historic Tacitus.
Vesuvius has closed many times
since then and is the only volcano
on the European continent that erupted
in the last hundred years. Today,
it is considered one of the most
dangerous volcanoes in the world due
to the population of 3,000,000 inhabitants
living nearby, which makes it the most
densely populated volcanic region
in the world and its tendency to violent
explosions of the Plinian type. . . The Romans
considered that Vesuvius was dedicated
to Hercules. The historian Diodorus Siculus
refers to the tradition that Hercules,
in carrying out his work, passed
from the country of nearby Cumae
on his way to Sicily and found there
a place called "Plain of Flegaria",
Field of Flegrasien, "Plain of Fire",
from a hill that initially drowned fire. . .
now it's called Vesuvius. "They were inhabited by thieves,"
the children of the Earth, "who were giants,
who with the help of the gods pacified
the region and continued the events
behind the tradition, if there are any,
remaining known as in the name of the city
Herculaneum. An inscription by the poet
Martial in AD 88 suggests that both Aphrodite
as the protector of Pompeii and Hercules
were worshiped in the area that was destroyed by its eruption.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC
Zeus and Amphitrite
edge of the sea
reflecting down
looking up
god or goddess
reflecting the same
draped in gold
Hercules Coronal Borealis Great Wall
superstructure feathered on the shoulders
skyward brilliance reflecting
shaking future stars
comets meteors meteoroids asteroids meteorites
rain down around
deafening sound of the greatest thunder bolt
hear me
hear her
**** this
**** that
roll good times
patience is virtue
zero point
generosity kindness affection pleasantness
waiting on the ecliptic plane
sun and heavens
where
hummingbirds dragonflies soaring creatures
rise out of the abyss
propelled and lifted
seahorse air bubbles octopuses chant
straight ******* propulsion ****** velocity
magic of the darkness
ready set giddy up
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
A good man with good looks
Looks too good to be true
With an ambition as big as his muscles
Assuming he would have a big ego too
I have loved and I have learned
No man is worth the pain
Because I chose to take his place
He left me with nothing to gain
Love drew me in so tragically
Blinded me with infatuation
Then stabbed me where I'm vulnerable
All because of some fatal attraction
So how do you expect me to admit
What led me to despair?
I will not fall in love again, I quit!
When has love ever been fair?
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
Hercules, my beautiful baby boy
With your corn silk hair of Samson
And small spaces between your teeth
The laughter that burbles forth
Clear and pure as water,
How much you have grown from
child to Man.
A fragile shoot into an oak tree.
You avoided Death’s jaws
By closing your tiny fists around them
Insanity bestowed as a gift for fighting
The animal within purging the blood.
And yet my poor child sent so many trials.
Your hair shorn
Looking like a prickly porcupine
But it was never about those locks
It was your heart.
A heavy burden to bear
And some are not equal to the task
They trip and drop them
Watch as the glass shatters
But you are half human
Yours does not break
The muscle rips and tears
Agonizing though it may be
It mends stronger each time.
Your cup overflows
And it feels like drowning
The highs that are tsunami waves
Lows become earthquakes
Shaking everything apart.
And this mother may only be mortal
But she reminds you that
Your hair will grow back
And so will your heart
Lovely as before.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
You’re impenetrable my little
Nemean lion
You have cauterized your skin my brittle
Lernaean hydra
Forever I'll chase my crippled
Ceryneian hind
Where ever you lay waste my graceful
Erymanthian boar
Even if you never come clean my *****
Augean stable
No matter how many you eat my hungry
Stymphalian bird
No matter your myth my covetous
Cretan bull
No matter how many you’ve ate my cannibalistic
Mare of Diomedes
Even if blood has to shed my bellicose
Belt of Hippolyta
I built this field for us to grow my starving
Cow of Geryon
I will hold your world up my poisoned
Golden apple of the Hesperides
I will travel to the depths of hell for you my frightening
Cerberus
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
He was my forever rose.
The beauty that he possessed was irresistible,
To the point where the pain of his thorns began to feel pleasant.
Joy.
He was my elixir.
Designed to blind me from everything but love for him.
And so I left my life to join his, in hopes of living in this eternal lie.
Obsession.
He was Hercules.
The hero of my imagination. A hero of my own making.
Designed to have pride, power, loyalty, trust... All you could wish for.
Naivety.
He was my work of art.
A collage of his best traits, that I put together myself.
Only to have each piece go through self-destruction. It wouldn't last.
Disappointment.
He was the abuser.
Using my weaknesses against me.
Through words and actions, he tore through the petals of the Lotus.
The End.
You proved to be manipulative.
I proved to be a fool.
-FreeMind
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Dear Alcestis,
You are
an ancient feminist
an empowered woman trapped in a world of patriarchy.
From the beginning you were dismissed, resigned to be chattel.
You were ordered, pushed, directed by the males around you to latch on.
Ensnare him in a your feminine web.
You're not strong enough alone.
You're just a woman.
Why should you-
Stop.
You find it all in Him:
Shock, love, strength
you are finally balanced, equal.
You are happy.
But Fate holds a bed of snakes for the forgetful and He is stolen from you.
Apollo cannot help you now, and you see only one option.
Once again a primal privilege arises,
But you must win, you must succeed.
You sneak away, so desperate to see the world, be the change, be the solution for once, you sacrifice yourself-
Hades.
You are floating, falling, frightened-
Stop.
All you know is-
Someone carrying you away, rushing-
Stop.
You are handed back to Him- you are limp,
helpless.
You are more than that.
**** Hercules.
You are the distressed princess, the fair maiden, and still the hero of your own story.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
There once was a warrior Princess, named Zena
no cares for the glitz and patina
she never ran from a fight
although she now might
as she didn't like, the subpoena
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
I am not Hercules who needs Alcmene,
But I am someone who definitely needs love.
My heart is so clean I do not need a pure body,
When my soul is like an innocent dove.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
Her heart's a captive Iole,
my hands pressed softly to her back.
Lips a place where I will stay,
to keep our love intact.
And at her lips I shall stay,
to keep our love intact.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
His army perched above in trees,
Watching the front become a feast,
Who wins, care not, in the least?
"The cawing clan of Koronos..."
The thousands black they view the fight,
Staying late for supper -feeding at night...
Picking tender morsels in illumed moon-light,
"Swarthy minions of King Koronos!"
Corvid follow Man wherever he may go,
Feathery tomes of knowledge their treasure trove,
The messengers in the House of Jove...
"His static barbizon Aves; Koronos!"
There are many kings who come and go,
Becoming part and parcel in a wicked show,
But none of them will ever match the Crow...
"Engrosser of the dead; Koronos!" *
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
For the Dragon hissed as the Dragon died,
Apollo’s kiss as the night subsides,
Python’s bliss as naiad’s cried,
And the wailing woe’s on a weathering tide,
Water-wall from Kētos scream, tsunami crash, swallow everything,
Rolling clouds and the pouring rain and the serpent dying writhing in pain,
And the Dragon hissed and the Dragon died,
Apollo kissed away the night time sky,
And the Python’s bliss as his naiad’s cry,
The Sun awoke at the wheel-house berth, armor gold, chest-plate of Earth,
And valiance choked, squeezed by Ladon’s girth,
As the serpent swelled with the stormy seas,
To collapse great hero upon his knees,
Apollo, Cadmus and Hercules.
Reborn by fire, Father-Lion’s roar, returned each night to even-up the score,
And the Dragon hissed and the Dragon died,
Apollo’s kiss ward off night time skies,
Oh the wailing woe of ominous tides,
The scythe or club, boulder at night, rocks from heaven and the perilous fight,
Black-oil venom, heart of a beast, starry night’s runner split from the east,
Noxious breathe, flame-seared teeth, smell of death from a ****** feast,
Speared at the neck, pinning head to earth, then celebrated as a day of birth,
The serpent on his shoulder, or dangling from the tree,
Arising from the waters, from the depths beneath,
Cast out under a mountain, yes underneath, then wear his skin and sow his teeth!
And the Dragon hissed and the Dragon died,
Apollo’s kiss as the fight subsides,
And Python’s bliss as his muses wailed, between the horns where Argo sailed,
Call it a man or Charybdis, Scylla, rock, a multi-headed beast,
Or just two horns with a middle disk and Apollo’s fire, Sun’s dawning kiss,
And the Dragon hissed as the Dragon dies,
And Apollo’s kiss create the day time skies,
And the Python’s bliss at his naiad’s cries,
And the Dragon hissed and the Dragon died!
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
Some say the Hero came first,
others say the Poet.
I perused again the olden verse,
sure enough; the poet.
A hero and a poet are
always, 'side-by-side.'
How else might we know it,
-without the forlorn scribe?
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
No Titans left to slay,
Constellations left to claim.
The temples of gods,
swallowed under eons.
In an age without wonder,
to be born with the heart of a hero,
is to be cursed in a time without villains,
Destined for barbaric purpose,
in a world without adventure.
Armor swapped for silk,
Surrendered swords to philosophy,
Still I believe that somewhere,
between closed eyes and open spirits...
The ancient battles still rage on,
flashes of wars without names.
Where blood shed for valor,
Paves paths for all nations,
to the hall of heroes,
and an eternal feast of celebration.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
You and me, sweetheart,
we need to stop thinking of ourselves
as screw-ups,
and I need to stop thinking
that writing poems for a loved one
is for screw-ups.
I need to smell your hair
in the morning,
to press against you
in the cold of the night
and not have that anvil of guilt,
that Herculean weight in the room,
crushing me, crushing you,
cracking the foundations
of what we are, and have become, and will become.
Atlas may have carried
the weight of the world
on his shoulders,
but Atlas wanted no part in it.
Let us set the weight of the world down.
Let us seek folly where we may,
and live.
Let us find
our golden apples.
Let us find them
together.
Let us find them where we may.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 4:19 PM UTC
The one I love's no Achilles
No massive strength or bravery,
No leader of the cavalry,
yet he leaves me searching, endlessly
for a single drop of nepenthe
to cure my heart of this disease
called love.
I am no Aphrodite.
But still I hope that he can see
The good I know's inside of me.
And then maybe he and I can be
A flawed Megara and Hercules
And somehow thrive, terminally,
in love.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC