"anubis" poems
Walk by numbers in
the Parisian palette ,
spreading the paint around
in a long line of lip red scarlet.
Pipette sized width following you
as you tread on stone, you’re new.
Sit with the trains and listen
to walls and notice small change,
loose change on the floors.
Passenger’s stare moves you from
carriage to carriage, regardless of UK, American baggage.
Surface again, the longest breath you’ve ever held
has escaped again into winter’s cold.
Steps climb and feet follow,
Anubis with a rifle watching over-
graffiti crowd control for the younger;
sad face, a smile face, Sacre Coeur white face.
Sink down along the track,
railway men hanging large and fat.
Tea for two with warm milk,
tea for two without the milk,
no tea- up and leave, tip with guilt.
**** kicker Paris scruffs her shoes
amongst the paint, the blues, the museum’s closed.
Again, we have to wait for the universe to align before we get to see her smile.
Wait, keep waiting, Mars is coming, revolving towards us.
Doors unlock and we enter a tide of tourist
and artist and the modernist futurist- lost in this department.
She sits there still, not smiling
Paris, without you no coffee would ever be deemed good.
Without you, I’d be lost and artless and heartless and broke.
Even when you take the covers from under me-
I’m still warm.
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 4:32 AM UTC
Success is a mere construct that is subjectively incompatible with professed spirituality.
Butter may spread with ease on a slice of bread, and it may not.
There is something appealing about the grains of sand which lodge in obscure places.
The texture of nature is truly fraught with the bliss and tragedy of North African mysticism.
Geology may be ancient, but so are the sensual indulgences of Cleopatra.
The construction of wonders remains to be perplexing; and I haven’t cleansed myself in milk.
Cairo is the epitome of occult curiosity where Anubis reigns in contemporary economics.
The All Seeing Eye promises safety at the cost of homage.
Identify yourself. If freedom doesn’t exist,
then why does the abode of the dead eagerly impose determinations?
Fly the flag. God bless America.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
Le Whippet de mon ami Bernard
Tu es entre chien et coursier
Avec ton museau effilé
Tes oreilles se dressent hauts
Comme le Dieu-Chien égyptien Anubis
Ton pelage ras fait penser
A un Kangourou tigré
Ou à un Léopard satiné.
Tes pattes de coureur de fond
Te donnent un air d'Antilope
Prêt à disputer une course.
Tu es de la race des lévriers
Si prisée par les princes Arabes
Et aussi les Lords anglais.
Ces lévriers qui fendent l’air
Comme les gazelles d’Afrique.
Tout en toi est fait pour la course
Ton corps est sculpté pour courir
Ton museau est comme un drakkar
Qui fend l’air pour gagner la course
Dans les prairies et les déserts.
Tu es un des chiens bienveillants
Si gentil avec les enfants
Qui prend des airs de Patricien
Quand sur le sofa il se tient.
Mais tu sais aussi rester sage
Veillant sur la paix de tes maîtres
Et apportant à la maison
«Inédit» est ton nom d’année
Un «grand cru» pour les Lévriers.
Paul d’Aubin (Paul Arrighi)
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
The Chosen One of the Gods
The gods have spoken, the stars align,
A chosen one shall rise in time.
With strength and will, with heart so true,
He walks the path the heavens drew.
Yahweh grants his guiding light,
A shield of faith, a soul so bright.
Through storms and trials, fierce and long,
He stands unshaken, bold and strong.
Shiva roars, the flames arise,
His wisdom burns within his eyes.
With cosmic dance and fearless might,
He bends the dark, he tames the night.
Brahma whispers, fate takes form,
Creation’s breath, the world reborn.
With sacred hands and endless lore,
He builds the realm forevermore.
Zeus sends thunder, Odin calls,
Anubis guards where shadows fall.
Vishnu watches, balance true,
Ra brings dawn in golden hue.
All the gods, both old and new,
Have blessed his path, have forged him through.
No chains can bind, no foe withstand,
For fate is written by divine hand.
He walks with fire, he walks with grace,
A destined king, time can’t erase.
For gods have willed, and stars have shown,
That he shall rise—his name well known.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 6:43 PM UTC
i will never be one of you
if you are false. i have changed. forgive me.
i am not you and,
have ever been the other -
but my love is true.
the kind of true that gathers at your heel.
the sleepy one that wakes you, dream-scamp.
i am alive in the way of my father.
a new thing; Anubis and falling.
you are the herd.
and i'm not
sorry.
just in love with you.
and that's my
calling.
winter is an ice peach. a nice drink of bitter stalling.
a sip of forget with a remembrance.
a tall dwarf star fawning
over wonders -
but no wonderment.
a ginger snap in crisp air bleeding.
a June with two moons.
one for the *****
another for the ***** in you.
the American dream
you can't sleep through.
but wish
too.
the wish
you
can't see,
but seem
too.
my anonymous
tendency
to be
you.
and the rift.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
The road is narrow
The path is dark
The ensuing sparrow
This pilgrimage, I shall embark!
In search of an ark
The ferry’s set sailing
You people that do sleep, hark
Anubis, Osiris, Hades are hailing!
Shred by shred, bit by bit, haling
Fulfilling the uttered destiny
Heart beats slowing, or failing
Curing the ennui of monotony
Life’s made of delights, some agony
What goes around, comes around
Seemed to be in perfect harmony
Not a thief, but the righteous’ crowned
6/12/2011
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Symbolize no lies and the flip side of white like Anubis
From noobin' to getting a new *****
No birth on earth, not lucid
Off my knees with no assist
**** a trip never lit and still lifted
Used to quit for a bit, but the G too loud I listened
**** boys out my vision
Questioned exsistence, doubts had no limit
2 to run a business
1 of those disposed the closed
Honor roll for being on the role, never missed like a ***
Wished to be what I seemed to be on the screen; so vivid
Regretting lies in this life all the time now I'm fine being just David
Universe seems different
BS all around got me bent
Dead bird, you no fly
Old ***** no reply
Childish, you still whine
You full of it, like a cyst
Cat killa, ask yo sis
Smooth talk, **** that swiss
Made my way without an *** kiss
Money off my wishlist
Summer coming like my ****
Trill kicks, gold wrists, yeah all thrift
Never trust those slick lips
Better off a pugilist
Swollen fist, not a pacifist
No front, my diction real ****
Get you ****** with no diss
Limp **** still leave her lispin'......I'm not even playing
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
Within my sight
Black turns to light
It knows no other
For life, is its lover
And in its heart
All mystery departs
As fantasy is, and was
Man's ultimate flaws
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC
A swollen sun descends upon us.
small children at play with painted faces.
time is not an endless tick, one and then another
(the plague nearest our dwelling)
but a single broad and present moment stretching
out and on forever.
sometimes i feel my heart will burst
scattered about, then gathered up in a world of rag and bone.
seeds for the great harvest are but a payment for a
karmic debt -
a purple heart sacrifice of my broken hand -
a slice from stem to stern.
my eyes they sink into my head.
the world is a deep grey beneath the deep stars.
the constant chatter in the skull -
a fallen angel named Moroni.
my sunken eyes watch me lift the bad hand
the heathen of my good intentions -
the purple heart of a bad apostle
the shackles of my station
the facing of certain destruction within the grim Hallway of Anubis.
a single moment stretching on forever and a balancing of the heart.
a swollen sun descends upon the third circle of Hell - a place where I no longer live.
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
you were walking through the dunes
of slow doom and a dark spasm. you sat with your back to the far lit -
so as to never strain an eyelid at the tapestry
you could not fathom.
striking out again, your head's down where the clouds smelt golden eggs
that never cool.
they burn like you burn
when you burn.
and that's
when you notice the words,
pouring from an incandescent
into the vitriolic grog
of a dark Anubis; pruning the brute fruit
from a stray vine.
canning the flesh in mason jars
as if possessed
back to Life.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
I'm the mixture of wind and acid rain
killing each memory left behind
Breath me in, burn your lungs
I **** your soul, I take you out
Hand rapped on your neck
Choking the fire out
Burn. Burn. Burn.
Shrinking every beat of your heart
Lips on lips
Tasting the poison of death
Feeling the fear in your breathe
Less than a minute
Your death is near
I'm your Anubis
Your soul is out
I'm your Ammit
I swallowed your heart
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
The Nile has been running here for millions of years
Carrying all the good and removing our fears
I built the first great civilization on earth
I eliminated the world thirst and dearth
I was born a soldier defending my land
Sacrificing my life for a grain of its sand
Anubis and Horus are forever ready
Protecting Egypt and always steady
I am a pharaoh and here is my fate
Teaching the world how to love not to hate
The Nile is my blood that flows in my veins
Look into my face to see Egypt's mounts and plains
The map of Egypt is carved into the wall of my heart
I taught the world the first writing, music and art
I am the sleepless eye that protects Egypt from any harms
Who dares to get closer and Egypt is between my arms
I command every Egyptian to stand upright
To defend our beloved by day and night
Pharaohs become lions in battlefield
Right and faith are always our shield
The Nile is life artery in time of thirst
That's why we always put it first
Egypt always seeks for peace and justice
Always make them her regular practice
Egypt never seeks for war or conflict
Egypt is the land of love you all expect
If war is imposed on Egypt and its land
Anubis is carrying his spear in each hand
Horus is above fluttering his wings
Celebrating the victory he always brings
Egypt can protect herself against devils of hell
Ask the Hyksos, Tatars and all those who once fell
Ahmose, Mina and Hatchepsout are always there
Sending to the world all the love, peace and care
Peace has always been our first call
That's why Egypt will never fall
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 7:40 PM UTC
I am taking a few weeks' hiatus from the Internet. Partially to see if I can, and partially to focus on some other things in my life. Thank you all for reading my work so frequently, and thank those of you who comment as well. I will check in from time to time to read the things my fellow Pens have to write, but I shan't be active like I usually am.
Until next;
-Anubis
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
You used to be there on the other side
And on this one, not trying to hide from light
Were both trying to move away from the past
But I can still call you anytime
If i want to hear your answering machine
And the sound of you ceasing to care
Anymore vacant than the air filled with spirits
Your head is scared by dizzying heights.
As i dangle my feet from the belltower
Craning my head around side to side
To see who is speaking bellow
You leave me to my fascinations
And bid me a silent farewell
Now we both haunt each other
We make beautiful music turn stale
I spend my life weighing my heart
Against my **** and my brain
On divinity, morality, and Anubis's scale
Laughing he says you are my toll to pass
Onto the land of whatever i truly want
Since i will never know what i need
And you will never know what you want
And we give and take quite equally
You take the life out of me, i leave you guilty
We are such a perfect couple, of suckers
Blood dripping from two puncture wounds
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
The road is narrow
The path is dark
The ensuing sparrow
This pilgrimage, we shall embark!
The ferry set sailing
In search of an ark
Anubis, Osiris; hand in hand, hailing!
You people that do sleep, hark
Heart beats slowing, a few failing
meeting the written destiny
Shred by shred, bit by bit, haling
a sense of ennui envelopes amply
Vicious circle, round after round
moments of delights, some agony
what goes around, comes around
Seems to be in perfect harmony
6/25/2015
* New Version
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
The other day I recognised Anubis
walking down the street smoking cannabis,
soon joined by his good friend Thoth
who was strangely disguised as a moth.
The jackal headed one fell into crisis
and cried out for his mother Isis,
who, puzzled, said she didn't get this
and called for her sister Nepthys.
But this was beyond even her art
so they summoned their cousin Maat,
She said only one could conspire this
blame must lay with the Lord Osiris.
Then up popped the hawkish Horus
to join his voice to the growing chorus,
followed in shadows by his brother Set
who hadn't a clue what was happening yet.
An angry Osiris appears with lips a'froth
denying he transformed Thoth into a moth,
this magic only one deity has mastered
so you can blame that ****** cat Bast..
Pagan Paul (02/10/23)
Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 10:17 AM UTC
I know you are out there
howling in the darkness,
Moonlight glinting in your
eyes of blackest opal,
With the sweet scent of
blood in your nostrils,
you wait like Anubis,
Guardian of the Scales,
to determine whether
my soul is heavier
than an ostrich feather
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
The falling begins rather suddenly, I am here waiting again,
I think I ******* up this time, I really do believe.
I had the chance, to grab you by the hand,
and tell you everything my timid heart had to give, but I stuttered, stuttered, stuttered.
Now I'm like: Please! Please! I know you might be busy today,
if so I'll go away, but please, just let me speak to you.
I don't know, how it's going to feel tonight, when I watched you walk out,
it felt like you were walking out of my life.
I know the phrase, “I'll see you around”,
means goodbye is not forever, but I feel like it somehow.
I don't want to let you go, but your talents grow, so I want you to discover, discover, discover.
Now I'm like: Please! Please! I know you might be busy today,
if so I'll go away, but please just let me speak to you.
I have learned to love again, after five months of pain,
when you speak, my heart is racing,
we'll be there one by one, fighting until the sun goes down.
I will see Ra who will grasp my hands,
and offer me the role of Anubis.
Pause. Don't say anything. You might stutter again.
Don't look at me that way, we know how it should end,
it's not over quite yet.
Now I'm like: Please! Please! I know you might be busy today,
if so I'll go away, but please just let me tell you how I feel.
Please Please! I am feeling this heartbeat super increase into an incredible beat,
like the ones we played through days and nights of our lives.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Tis the lightbulb went out
The sanctuary's gone dim
Mine vitality ****** from under me
Hell grabbed be in its abyss;
The burning is underneath me
Henceforth burning mine lashes
Mine screaming canst not be heard
Mine liquid fired to Ashes....
Mine bulbed lenses
Singe inside mine sockets
Buck naked for all to see
No shirt, sleeves , nor pocket's.....
Just agony of death,
Clinching it's underworld teeth
Until I saw an entity
Put the life back into me....
This same lass bypassed
The portway to anubis
She hadst taken broken bone and glass
Just to deliver me from Satan's whip....
She tooketh me from crevasse gulf
She granted me just one wish
I wished I couldst serveth her the rest of mine day's
And from her to get one kiss....
She saidst thy wish shalt be granted
And she pecked me on mine cheek
Leaving angelic dust Mark's
As tis mine legs went weak....
Mine health returned to me
One hundred fold in a flash,
She crossed the lines of hell
Just so mine life couldst last....
So now I go
Unto her throne,
And sing for her as her muse
And when she's down,
I cometh around,
And play her romance tunes......
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
This ebony sky, is Nut so sad?
Angry at Ra perhaps.
Bidding him to Duat.
To suffer the whims of Apophis
What hymn soothes her.
Wherein she would bade him to return.
Tis it the song of the seas?
Shall we call upon the cerulean?
Hathor pays me no mind.
She suffers not my woes.
She is love made flesh.
Maybe I am lost to her.
Cursed this binding darkness.
Bast, what does your third eye see?
Is Duat so chaotic?
Your children long for Ras embrace.
Geb longs to awaken.
My cries go unanswered.
Save for Khonsu.
Who dances with Hapi upon the Nile.
I believe it is she.
Khonsu, are you not tired?
Do you not hear the songs of the cerulean?
Cease your daunting ways.
Rest now so that Ra may run his course.
Mafdet, God of justice!
Your scales lack balance!
Suffer Khonsu no more.
Set right this celestial nonsense.
Just as the cerulean began to grow hoarse. Just as the children of Bast were about to begin their exodus. And before Geb set to ease with frost his own labors. Apophis swung open the gates to heaven. Hapi, the God of the Nile lit up as gold to guide Ra out of Duat.
The earth warmed once again. Set ablaze with life unforgiving relishing it's mockery of Seth. Anubis, lowered his head and sat on the banks. Resolved to let Geb have this moment.
Hathor still ignores my plight. But at least now I can see her.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
An illusion in the mind
Twisting and turning through time
Endless hunt
Surroundings repeat, seemingly stuck in a rut
Running, running, running
This beast is too cunning
No tracks, no scent, no way to find where it hides
In the darkness it lies
Waiting for just the right time...
When will it strike?
There's nothing to do but wait,
Let a few tears roll down in angst.
Aside from that just run until you go insane...
For the Beast, it calls your name.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
Knowingly, he waits for innocence to end
His eyes, glossed with instinctual terror
Factually fearful of something he knows nothing about
And the arbiter watches, like some perverse anubis
Observing the process with no clear objective
Like a statue taking a liking to cigars
The arbiter wants only to see the end, having no conception of what it means
Innocence and snow, both gentle
Falling, for the rare and irreplaceable moment of suspension in open air
Innocence and The End, present for one another
Be it though, a meaningless meeting
Neither of them knowing how important they are to each other
If only I could sweet one, but I may only be witness
Im sorry if youre scared
But know that I am here for you, when soon, all will leave you
Innocence can only look back
With no life left to look back on
This visitation is all he has
The ground grows close now
Innocence does not know the end is real
The Arbiter stays close, remaining only of occupation
There are no Angels here for you now he says
It wont hurt, it wont be scary anymore, I promise
Go with no knowledge of your armagedon
Will not go unnoticed.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC