"amaterasu" poems
Gliding deftly along the city street
rolling quick and constantly
onward to some unknown scene,
some backward park in the nighttime
smoke curling from these
parted lips, moist and inviting
calling me somewhere I've never seen.
New day, new night
new feelings, rage in delight
fill me with your hilarious entropy,
knock my quarks into the next century,
will you please?
Now you're smoking the pipe and all at once you are free
between you and me, this smoke is thicker and sticks
like glue,
wispy and dreamy and the world spins and calls Toltec
telephone company can't pay me for all those calls collected
and rendered obsolete
Sun god dead as that silly calendar meme
Amaterasu,
and Imma tell you
these ladies in the picnic table
buried alive for boxed lunch and god's brunch
Jesus ******* Christ
and a indelible roster of good guys,
to which we all must strive to live and die
behind,
never moving forward
chasing our tails like a sick dog
under the jasmine runner between the decades-old tanbark
imported from overseas
dead trees
dead canine
and oh isn't it just divine?
You see it, pretty lady.
I can see it hiding behind your eyes
the things you don't tell the others because you're afraid
if they found out,
you'd be crucified.
Well honey I hate to inform,
With KGB efficiency that these love-a-dumbs
aint Methuselah,
they'll be dead!
long before your flood of tears tears me from the land
ballistas me across the great expanse to some strange Ararat
of the eastern seaboard,
or maybe wash me deep along the 80
into the desert sands and tiles
on a leaky cell phone screen
desperately trying to dial home on low battery,
realizing all this was one big deferred dream,
baking in the sun and shriveling
oh well, back to the grindstone-- all those lies plucked your nose,
gotta cut it back to size,
'else your soul it'll outgrow
Don't worry honey bee
It hasn't happened to me,
and We know with calcuable mathematical truth
that it'll never happen to you.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
There's a hole in the sky,
Where light shines in.
Dark and hollow.
If you stare at the centre,
You see right through,
To other worlds,
To heaven, to hell.
All around the hole,
The light defuses.
Rays of sunlight,
Light is spread.
Apollo and Sol,
Ra and Helios.
Surya and Horus,
Tonatiuh and Amaterasu.
The hole has substance,
The hole gives heat.
Great fire of sky,
Our local star.
May 29, 2011
May 29, 2011 at 10:16 AM UTC
I wanted to be more than a king, not a God
I wanted to rule more than the world, not the universe
I wanted to marry the prettiest, not a princess
I wanted to ride more than a horse, not a dragon
I wanted to be more than free, not an eagle
I wanted more than treasure, not life
I wanted to be more than a lover, not a poet
I wanted to be more than hot, perhaps the amaterasu...
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 9:39 AM UTC
No man ever love to hear
that name.
Lest death strike
and your body
taken as food
and sacrifice
in Ama river.
Amaterasu-the baddest goddess.
Tormentor of all with eyes
whose powers are
so strong and cruel.
We pray
for your early death to come.
We gather in tears
with shield and sword
to take you back alive in chains
and found each warrior
without a head
with horrid looks
of pain.
Amaterasu-the baddest goddess
the owner of the night.
For those so brave
to dance out
still tremble
deep in fright.
Amaterasu-when shadows come
the village gates are barred,
the lantern lit
until the dawn
to dance away our
night horror.
Rumour spread that
at night you come
like an hungry lion through the sky
but when the light
from the lantern glow,
death strike
like a fist.
They say you'll die
like human being.
One day your regime
will pass
but till that day
we bar our doors
until you breathe
your last.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
A simple plant drew two together
Exchanges sparked conversations
He fell for her
She sought salvation
He
He wore black armor
The reflection off his soul gleaming off cold metal
Through gaps and vulnerabilities was raw flesh
Mauled and bruised
She
She garnered no armor
An aura of fire surged about her
A beauty challenging that of Helen
Dangerous in every sense
A goddess before him, she danced
Her flame burning brighter and brighter
The knight was cool in the shade of great armor
The two ran together; making love, slaying demons
Committing crime, torching innocents
In a past life, a child was sacrificed
In ritual to disturb spirits of fire
Rituals pleasing evils known by many mortals
Now, the Sun Goddess jokes and laughs
Leaving a path of smoldering, black ash
Basking in a fiery ball of passion
The duo holds each other
Until love ignites
A ball of flame unfolds from their hearts
A
Hell fires licked the skin of the lover
And left scars down to his heart
A once brilliant flame, lies smoldering in the rubble
The young knight drags himself beside Her
Rubies burning in ash and soil run through his fingers
Their soft glow fades to black
He weeps tears of lava
The goddess infected him
Filling his mortal body
With Her essence
Under the weight of losing Her
Under the weight of great misadventure
He decayed while a crimson spear burst from his heart
Through beams of red a flame is reborn
And from the torso of a black corpse
Rises a goddess of hate and corruption
Scorching the face of the Earth once more
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
Buddha doesn't care.
Jesus isn't aware.
Odin can't see.
Zeus is too carefree.
Ra is on his boat.
Amaterasu has a sore throat.
Jove is away.
Lucifer is in a fray.
Anu's not giving a ****
Shiva's kinda stuck.
If even the deities left us be,
Why aren't we in a constant glee?
Why do we waste our time on worrying
When we should be hurrying
To find what we truly need.
The thing to sate our greed.
The object of our full attention.
The item to end our asscencion.
The one and only
Love that would make us no longer lonely.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
Every memory, all at once.
Everywhere, all at once.
There I met you and you were in everything.
I wanted to rip you apart.
I threw you against the wall.
I wanted to make love, but you disappeared.
And everywhere I went you were there.
I would touch you, and then it would fade.
I missed you, and could not escape you.
You were prettier than Amaterasu.
Glorious, August, Torrential, you were rain.
Izanami, Izanagi, one.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
Her fur is as white as the purest snow.
Her black eyes could pierce the strongest souls.
In the form of a white wolf this Shinto
Goddess will save us from Orochi’s goals.
With the Celestial Brush as her weapon,
The goddess will win with all her goodness
After defeating Orochi there is much peace
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
Like Amaterasu, I have withdrawn to a cave
Chastised by my self-hatred, no reason to be brave
But then I heard some noise outside, a person lured me out
She held up a mirror so I can see my light
She showed me that I am important, that I shouldn’t hide
That even if I feel the darkness, I still cast some light
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 11:50 AM UTC