#selene
Baby -
Calm down.
Calm down.
Calm down.
Let me shatter you to pieces
Let me make you whole just like you were
At dawn.
Don't fight
Stop looking -
For violence that never was.
Lay down your head and -
Look into my shining eyes:
You were once shattered, dead,
Confused and suffocated by the lies.
But now it's only me, my love
Calm down.
The day will come when you shall keep up fighting - soon
But right now sit with me
and look up, into the halo of the moon
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 6:24 PM UTC
O graunt O God that when I do descryue
Lustrous Selene, Qheene of sable night,
Readers by reading sie the Qheene aliue
Shining with lighte as beautifull as bright.
God-giuen gifte of beavtie is the sight
Of her who shineth like a falling starre
Maintaining still her place in heauens height
High up aboue whair heavens orbits are.
Aboue our heads so neare and yett so farre
Shineth the goddesse faire since auld lang syne.
The troubadours melodious repertoire
He doth performe within her silver shine.
Romance doth quick the pulse and pull the tide:
The loue of God is giv'n unto his bride.
May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024 at 4:01 PM UTC
Basking in strawberry moonlight
I look upon selene
And see your face
The air catches in my throat
I'm captivated by your grace
The thought of you
Infectious
It lingers in my mouth
Your taste
Terrifying and terrific
Terribly tantric
Tumultuous an tempting
This tempest
A torrent tearing down my walls
A Tsunami
Leaving bare
my soul
Is this true
Is it you
My goal...
Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 1:52 AM UTC
A helpless mourner
Lilting in her deep sorrows
Raven in darkness
To lighten her nightly scars
Whispered her pray’rs to Selene
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 10:12 AM UTC
She danced under her
deep-sunken sun,
Her life’s most sorrowful last
dance.
As the soft breeze blows through
her lengthy hair,
Mingled in a day of incessant rain
was a massive, uncertain blur.
When dim from her flaws grew
each time she cries,
Pain and weakness crawled
in her begging, bleary eyes.
Alone she wept, she sorely wept alone.
And gloom flames
what her aching heart consumes.
The discordant clouds soon ceased weeping.
Shadows of hope and love suddenly furled
her destroyed and delicate wings.
She opened her eyes
from her weary, wretched plight,
Selene gently wrapped her
in her bright, glittering light.
And as the night arrives and pervades her heart with gleam,
Vermilion flares up through her new
and brighter dreams.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 6:28 AM UTC
I am made of stardust—
every inch of my body was once a part
of the galaxy
and I need to start to remember that
How could I possibly hate the skin I’m in
when at one point people would look up at the stars
and marvel at my beauty
I am more than just bones
and muscle
and skin—
my lungs were plucked from the Milky Way
my hands once touched Saturn
and the love in my heart was a gift from the moon
If I continue to hate my body
then I am hating the universe that crafted me
with her own two hands—
how cruel to look at an artist
and scoff at the beauty they have created
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
first glance
beast out of the darkness
frozen in time
majestic seahorse
carrying Aphrodite
grace rising effortlessly
abysses grip released with ease
wielding her magic over moon goddess
while she imagines the first eclipse
illuminated ring circling
shades of darkness
dominating the sky
goddess Selene rests her motion
etching love in eyes
through lasting heartbeats
reflecting the rings
true brilliance
setting the sky on fire
being
one in the sameness
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
Lifeblood (Poem 1)
They called me the sun. I used to rain my light down upon them like it was my lifeblood, torn from my veins and arteries for them, for them, for them. They took it and hid it away, my blood, using it for their own gain. Some might have screamed Praise the sun! but for naught, as their brethren took and took and took and I was left a withering husk of my former glory, no longer golden, clouds on my once-fair brow. There was no glory in dying alone, without a battlefield or comrades. And for what? They complained, complained, pushing their hate towards me, for it was too dry, too hot, too much, too much, too much. How would I know? They wished for me on rainy days, hated me on the sunny. I was never balanced, I was always giving and taking too much.
To A Moonlit Dream I Can't Recall (Poem 2)
I dreamt in slow waves, shining so bright that the dark was chased away from the fair sheep I tended. My brother was off with his own, dusty with his own exhaustion when the day broke over and bled into the night. He was never much for talking, but when I spied on him, hidden in dark groves, he was alight, fiery with his own happiness and pride, until the sheep began to complain and the clouds crept in to watch. Wolves, were they, but I paid them no mind, for my sheep ran where they could not follow, to gossamer hills filled with hopes they could never express elsewhere. When my fingers ran in ribbons through their wool, the fair strands separating and splitting, dewdrops on a window pane, I sheared them, weaving tapestries of what they created within the confines of themselves.
When my brother came wandering in one day, his arms ****** with his own life, splashing golden on the tiles, I could do nothing. We were our own shepherds, we could not take each other's flock. The day could not replace the night, as I could not replace my brother. I could do nothing to assist him, could not ease his pain. He would have to continue bloodletting, to give his sheep his blood until he was drained. My teardrops were on the fire until the night spread in thick tendrils on the floor.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
To Selene:
Rare a night, her gentle grace is not seen;
Live long torches, shamed, by her beauty’s gleam!
The Queen of night, my heart, she reigns supreme.
Floating high in deep, black lakes of my dreams,
Softly she gazes down past thick and thin;
Distant is her love as we skin to skin;
Fooled, my fervent stretch is never within,
Her affection for me, I’ll never win.
My heart, her misfortune can only reap
This last choice—wound us both more than my weep!
For her sympathy, my eternal sleep!
Now like me, may her woe forever keep.
By day miss her and dream of her by noon
Forever, rest in heart, my dear honey, moon
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
Established landmarks removed test the fates
Burning wind in a vacant sky
Rearranged cosmic hemispheres of mind
Oracle of day not seen with naked eye
The need for warmth a thing of the past
Frigid waters the basis of newfangled cell
Tortured derelicts kept from spiritual vision
Oracle of night hangs in days empty shell
Dubious means to generate a sun of artificial light
But a fling cannot replace a love that is shunned
Yet warm rays of sunlight still flow above the temporal
Still hanging in defiance of the 60 cycle hum
Regain your bearings oh heart of Pure Light
Everything in its place: oracle of day and oracle of night.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
The archaic Mythologies
Were well depicted ventures of Human
Spirit to verily present acts of the absolute Nutness
An astute of a compelling question Still
Much relevant in today's lmplicit
Deconstruction of Committing
A moral Excession.
Old Greeks came to a betwixt paradox when compairing
the two ulterior motives:
~ a completely mad passionate love
~ a sharp cold blooded oportunistic love
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC