"asterion" poems - Hello Poetry

Olives, figs, dates and mastic, wyrd or oracles, fates and magic, wars and loves and all that’s tragic. A Father’s lust, an Uncle’s hate, a puzzling labyrinth, through the gate, A Cretan born, another covered, a starry symbol, placed in the cupboard, Special place, where heroes meet him, mindless creature, murderous ****** South in winter, man below with a bull above, placed in the heavens by two father's love, A strangeness here, the seat of trade, in forbidden tryst, a beast was made, Man of blood, tortured soul, stalks the maze, that stalks the pole, "Stranger still, this wild pattern, revolving Seventh, Circle of Saturn?" Unholy corridors made of granites, trace out the movements of the planets! Life of horror, a soul of pain, terrorizing, with no refrain, Smells their fear, scents of sin, raging actions, threshing men; “They call me Moloch! They call me Baal! Tear your body, festoon my hall!” In trepidation, to gatekeeper sent, a ****** start, for your punishment; “I collect the hearts, I eat the eyes, I eat the liver, before he dies!” Olives, figs, dates and mastic, wyrd or oracles, fates and magic, life and death and all that’s tragic.

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Jun 9, 2016

Jun 9, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Asterion

Olives, figs, dates and mastic, wyrd or oracles, fates and magic, wars and loves and all that’s tragic. A Father’s lust, an Uncle’s hate, a puzzling labyrinth, through the gate, A Cretan born, another covered, a starry symbol, placed in the cupboard, Special place, where heroes meet him, mindless creature, murderous ****** South in winter, man below with a bull above, placed in the heavens by two father's love, A strangeness here, the seat of trade, in forbidden tryst, a beast was made, Man of blood, tortured soul, stalks the maze, that stalks the pole, "Stranger still, this wild pattern, revolving Seventh, Circle of Saturn?" Unholy corridors made of granites, trace out the movements of the planets! Life of horror, a soul of pain, terrorizing, with no refrain, Smells their fear, scents of sin, raging actions, threshing men; “They call me Moloch! They call me Baal! Tear your body, festoon my hall!” In trepidation, to gatekeeper sent, a ****** start, for your punishment; “I collect the hearts, I eat the eyes, I eat the liver, before he dies!” Olives, figs, dates and mastic, wyrd or oracles, fates and magic, life and death and all that’s tragic.

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We who are the dancing, we who are the free The laughing singing multitude that bears the song of the earth on our tongues, That bear the soul of the earth with our hearts And march to the melody of our own invisible song We whose anthem christens the sky with the fullness of our boldness, of our voices, The children born of the song of the spheres That align with the stars and swim in the moonlight of forgotten gods And pray to the miracle of the clouds, painted and forever traveling We who are the awakened many The harbingers of forgiveness That do not shudder in the glorious face of eternity And who wash away our tears along with our fathers’ past sins We who were muted, who were muzzled and mauve The silenced, shackled dreamers once hooked to the drug of complacency but That chose to follow fate’s thread out of Asterion’s dwelling And wander forever onward into the beautiful unknown • We declare a peace that consumes us, white hot and burning Without fear of our waxy wings soaring our spirits into the glowing sky But with the joys of love and voices lifted in song • We declare an equalness between ourselves, springy and pure Without angst over our mortal trappings But with the knowing in our stardust selves • We declare a justice pure and blind Without deafness or a commitment to her own fear, But with a feather-soft understanding to temper her wrath • We declare a world clean of human spite and neglectfulness Without revolting sedation or penurious derision But with the heart-worn life and long-wrinkled smiles of deep-rooted love • We declare a dedication to truth and knowledge Without the cowardice of a narrow, a cramped, a self-hurt mind But with the mantle of honesty; A mantle of honesty; it makes us light as the flutters of butterflies

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Oct 25, 2017

Oct 25, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC

the-nameless

The Manifesto

We who are the dancing, we who are the free The laughing singing multitude that bears the song of the earth on our tongues, That bear the soul of the earth with our hearts And march to the melody of our own invisible song We whose anthem christens the sky with the fullness of our boldness, of our voices, The children born of the song of the spheres That align with the stars and swim in the moonlight of forgotten gods And pray to the miracle of the clouds, painted and forever traveling We who are the awakened many The harbingers of forgiveness That do not shudder in the glorious face of eternity And who wash away our tears along with our fathers’ past sins We who were muted, who were muzzled and mauve The silenced, shackled dreamers once hooked to the drug of complacency but That chose to follow fate’s thread out of Asterion’s dwelling And wander forever onward into the beautiful unknown • We declare a peace that consumes us, white hot and burning Without fear of our waxy wings soaring our spirits into the glowing sky But with the joys of love and voices lifted in song • We declare an equalness between ourselves, springy and pure Without angst over our mortal trappings But with the knowing in our stardust selves • We declare a justice pure and blind Without deafness or a commitment to her own fear, But with a feather-soft understanding to temper her wrath • We declare a world clean of human spite and neglectfulness Without revolting sedation or penurious derision But with the heart-worn life and long-wrinkled smiles of deep-rooted love • We declare a dedication to truth and knowledge Without the cowardice of a narrow, a cramped, a self-hurt mind But with the mantle of honesty; A mantle of honesty; it makes us light as the flutters of butterflies

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I bet you know Cory from sole to crown - like the Bullet I hope you know Asterion from a broken vow - like the Labyrinth I wish you know Emily - like the Rose Far from what you see, More than what you know, Darker than the ink - From where untold stories go.

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Jul 8, 2015

Jul 8, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC

angelo-d-arcega

The Hidden Voices

I bet you know Cory from sole to crown - like the Bullet I hope you know Asterion from a broken vow - like the Labyrinth I wish you know Emily - like the Rose Far from what you see, More than what you know, Darker than the ink - From where untold stories go.

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