#tiamat
Is she an ancient chaos serpent of death?
Is she the prototype of the witch?
Is she just a myth or,
Has she been created?
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Would you
call my band,
"evil,"
-if I named it Satan?
Might you expect your government
to name a division of itself after Lucifer?
Can this be a,
"Christian Nation,"
...when it runs a Devil's game?
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
I torment the salt of the earth,
~"Who am I?"~
Eat up the children from unholy birth,
~"Who am I?"~
The ravens caw and come to pick,
~"Who am I?"~
Off woeful ones that I've made sick,
~"Who am I?"~
See travelers on the road of pain,
~"Who am I?"~
Rider on the clouds drive you insane,
~"Who am I?"~
I'm coming for you, I'm coming quick,
~"Who am I?"~
My art deception, my craft, -the trick...
~...Anatu...~ *
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
The Serpent squeezes the mundane egg, for a moment in time,
…to begin the ages, turn the wheel, and so begin the rhyme,
The circus has commenced, a dancing, swirling motion,
…a pit of ghastly horrors, seen as a vast deep ocean,
…or celestial or cosmic, as some would have the notion.
Some of them were large, although some were also small,
…and grotesquely figured or disfigured, a scary monster’s ball,
…and trudging, stampeding, stomping or slithering down the hall.
There they danced, sang or prattled, where giants fought and where they battled, …thunder unto heroes rattled, with awful screams so frightening, and terrifying lightning!
Scaly, hairy or feathered, wet and fiery or weathered,
…conjoined, twisted or tethered, slithery writhing together,
Kingu and his wife, some say it was t’was his mother,
…his plan was war and strife, pitting brother against brother,
A ******* existence and so morally depraved,
…a state of sickly persistence, they found themselves enslaved.
Then abounding voice of heaven, that divided night by day,
…brought forth a princely king of Luke; the warrior Marduk.
Fourteen engaged in combat, the one against thirteen,
…and thus aligned with the ecliptic, at night they can be seen,
Sloshing in the Apsu, beaten with the club,
…slain and torn to pieces, cutting channels of their blood,
A north wind sent them to their places, fixed on Tiamat’s wheel,
…and the starry constellations, did Marduk bring to heel.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
Mother spinster’s sporcy spindle spaed a specious spider splenetically spinning a sparkling specimen of the spired and spherically eggish; still though spinose although sporadic, seemingly soft, deceivingly so, sacred, secret special place to stave off such besetments!
Her enchantment’s curse, no less the worse, arachnid terse in webs of verse, or plainly verse we shall rehearse from high above to stage below or thought to hanging from strangely gallows, the sickly web a trap thus cloven of heaven’s weaver said to woven in all her life never betrothen, she cast aside all such resentments!
And so Old Mother Hubbard then went to the cupboard speaking her cursed ways…
Along came Ariadne, the spider beside thee, winding her spinning, pointing thus pinning upon her the blame for all days. With no voice to speak, evading flood did she seek, a way up from the sea on the laurels of Mother’s uprooted tree. So was it ended, uprooted, upended, the guilt, blame and controversy. Umun-Hubbur, Humwawa, Humbaba, star-weaver and Hubbard and Ariadne!
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
Well you may be stuck in place,
Inside Heaven’s wheel the spin.
As is an angel in her grace,
Witness of all man’s sin,
Giving out her smile in lovely taste,
So oblivious to others…
Whose hearts she fills an eager haste,
Soliloquy to crooning lovers…
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC