"bast" poems
I did not believe,
standing on the bank of a river
which was wide and swift,
that I would cross
that bridge plaited from thin,
fragile reeds fastened with bast.
I walked delicately,
as a butterfly
and heavily
as an elephant,
I walked surely
as a dancer
and wavered like a blind man.
I did not believe that I would cross that bridge,
and now that I am standing
on the other side,
I do not believe I crossed it.
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 11:23 AM UTC
darkness consumes all
the black night swallows our thoughts
Vomits back our fears
Shadows pollute minds
Specters of the past revive
They taunt tease and laugh
We give in so quick
Victims to our own morals
destroyed by self doubt
Quick to love others
so fast to hate ones own self
So slow to forgive
The mirror whispers
The wind curses so sweetly
The blade kisses you
It tenderly glides
Slides against ebony skin
Gaping rift remains
Scarlet life erupts
History of an empire
Contained in those veins
Osiris Horus
Pharaohs Gods ,and rulers.Kings
Contained in those veins
Isis Hathor Bast
Greats queens, protectors, healers
Contained in those veins
Garden of Eden
Cradle of our mother Earth
Contained in those veins
Newton,King,X,Parks
Men and women with Brave Hearts
Contained in those veins
Swift minds,Diamond tongues
hip-hop jazz blues rock, our sound
Contained in those veins
Firm hands,and strong arms
The power to hold the world
Contained in those veins
A deep rich opus
there is his story and hers
Contained in those veins
Our blood stains the soil
Why destroy the tapestry
Contained in those veins
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
The moon's virginal silvern lustre
drapes over the navy blue curtains
There is a sacred power that the moon has,
for it is the Left Eye of the goddess, Bast
An Eye of Ra, Great Lady of the East,
She Who Earned a Crown of
the Orisha
Her silverfire grants the felines power
to turn the simple black cat into a
panther at night
As black, swift and silent as a raven's wing
With eyes as green as a meadow in Spring
Stalking the jungle with the darkness
as her cloak
But with darkness dawns a new and bright light
For she is a Orisha with the sun in her heart
For she passes the flame into the herb
shaped like a heart, swept and burning
with violet glow
That burns through every vein of yours
and then you rise,
born again new
Consume that flame, eat Her heart and
she will meet you in the Ancestral
Planes but take great care,
as she grants you her
presence and power
on if you are worthy
Under the glimmering borealis
Flickers of violet and pink and white
becoming moving flames with kisses of blue
that stroke the various crests of clouds
Lights that dance, ride and raise with
winds of hope and change though
the infinite skies
Hearing murmurs and voices
the wind will blow around you,
a changed spirit
It is then you will know
It is then you will see
That Bast is smiling directly at you
Come and meet the Panthers who molded
the past in order to make sense
and build the future
Come and meet the Panthers who united
the tribes,
turning war to peace
And now here comes the new King
Who knows there is strength in unity
For tribes divided can never stand
And through learning that he possessed
a naively closed mind, scrutinised
the words spoken, not the ones
who were speaking
He was not his father but now with the
Mantle passed, he must learn from
his father's mistakes
Prince T'challa of Wakanda
Son of King T'chaka
Rise from cub to the
Panther on the
protective prowl
Seen worthy of Bast's blessings
carries her Eye that is never blind
He will remember all that his eyes have
scene from his successes and struggles
but also his heart
The Heart of a King
with the fire in his spirit
Sprint o'er the sea towards the horizon
The Black Panther who reigns
over Wakanda
How he stands proudly
with a coat of black
with his heart rooted and mind
conscious of the mistakes of the past,
has his eyes of the sunrise
which has the world and beyond
singing to the Sun, the Moon
and Wakanda's sacred tune
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
he ran away from his unborn child,he thought in his mind he was too young to raise a young child,couse he also was a child.
All he wanted was to be free,young and wild.
As he took two steps back he felt relief,then he believed he could leave,so he left with his believe.
Runing away was like runing to jail he knew not.
Planing to go in drunkiness and in revery that two he knew not.
The mind kept spreading more lies to the morning bread he eated,he was just too weak so his heart was defeated.The unborn child forgotten.The weeping girl weeped and whipe hear tears,but his memory remaind,a picture of him that can never be ereased,that each and every thought of the child evoked the unbearable feelings,the bast of fury flames touring her mind,shouts encrepted in the her heart,on the bed twisting n turning,wakin and sleeping but still she found no rest,internaly bleeding,emotional abused by his pictures
then she thought
thought that abortion might be the solution to the situation that she is in.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
Deity of wars,
Devourer,
Defender,
Domesticated, yet wild at heart.
She cast her light and protection upon the Middle Kingdom and Upper East,
Blessing the soil and crops upon which her followers jubilantly feast.
Do they dare forsake her?
Suppressed ferocity,
Longing to break free of that which entombs her.
The shrine lies in ruins,
yet nine times immortalized.
In her eyes that see all,
Lay a world lost for so long,
Brought back to life by her awakening roaring song.
She claws at the sky and rekindles the flame,
She slips through the gates of time unscathed and scalds those who fail to do the same.
Her eye became The Sun,
Her other eye, The Moon.
Her blood became The Nile,
And she encouraged her children to drink of it,
An unswayed symbol of the eternally nubile.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
Memories of the North Sea
sift in like sand kernels
on a fast, frigid tide:
events that transpired outside
the confines of rhyme,
unfolding exactly
as they were meant to.
Never before had I seen
so many shades of gray;
the overcast, monochromatic splendor
was awe-inspiring,
instead of being bleak and bleary.
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The smell of salt and seaweed
awakes something dormant and eternal,
deep within me.
I have a surging desire
to flush stagnancy from my blood—
salty blood and water
come together in a communion
of distant relations and movements.
Beside me, a flash of bright red
digs in the sand; my child
is wearing the only vibrant colour
to be seen for many kilometres.
The colour matches her
enthusiasm and energy,
as she moves from one spot to the next
like a dancing flame;
reflected, a fire glows from my eyes.
Unknowingly, I had dressed
in the same colours of the sky and sea,
blending into the scenery
like a chameleon:
an illusion thicker than the clouds;
an illusion of stone
for me to melt and reinvent
at the spinning speed of thought.
I watch my daughter
drink the seascape with a smile of wonder;
it's her first time visiting an ocean.
With our pants rolled up to the knee,
we wade through waves,
and collect stones and shells.
She knows the chameleon
who walks alongside her in the frothy surf.
Observing seabirds cover the steep cliffs
of the island located further out,
in a blanket of black and white feathers,
I wonder if people onshore
only see a solitary dash of red out here,
or if the chameleon
is more noticeable than I had thought.
2012 North Sea Remix
December 17th, 2012
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 4:50 PM UTC
battered and battered with no kind
to grind the wooden maiden,
set in the waves of Poseidon;
shattered and shattered for no rind
left behind by rai-den who caves in
to get in and raid-in’.
clattered and clattered each weatherin’
unkind thunderous raven,
with avarice preyed to dine in
and have a rice or some mice,
for no Bast left to my aghast.
tattered and tattered my witherin'
mind, so in the captain’s haven
I shivered and laid in,
prayed and gave in at last.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
Rose quartz gathered
in the palm of her
warm hand, breathing deeply,
constant-thought pushing around
through the insides of her skull
as she surrenders to love–
From her neck she
has worn amethyst for a long time,
wanting to protect her from the world–
Change is blowing through the trees
around her home, swaying
to the beat-box of Autumn’s chill,
reminding her to always smile–
As she nestles
under covers, Bast sneaks in
through the window and
places her paw against
her forehead, the temple of
the Other world awaits, my dear–
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
Once upon a time in a far away land
there was a girl with a golden hand.
She lived to dream and dreamed to live,
and once she loved she loved to give.
Her perfect face had silver eyes.
Those silver orbs held golden lies.
Her platinum hair cascaded down,
a nimbus of light, seraphim's crown.
Enchanted looks, by angels blessed
with skin of ivory, ocean's crest.
Body like the Goddess Bast,
catlike grace with snakelike past.
Elegant hands wove magic light,
spinning threads throughout the night.
She wrapped the world within her web,
controlling tides, the flow and ebb.
Seductress, warrioress, lovely queen,
she's breathless beauty, strength unseen.
Once upon a time in a far away land
there was a girl, with a golden hand.....
Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 3:06 PM UTC
after the cigarettes and dry wit; the gin beams
a proton of ominous raptures.
the serene hells swelter. the pelt of a gnat for winter.
and you get
no
warning. You'd
think we think we have
the Isis in the
Bast,
but she slips
the fresh net
like a ravishing
dream.
or the one
you forget.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
he, my man, my atlas
holds up my world
with all encompassing love
he, my boy, my hermes
his smile brings messages
of love from the lips of heaven
me, all creative curves and
fertility...
goddess of hearth and home
hestia, in modern form, i be
he, little blucat .. bast
all compacted and wrinkly
a reminder....of fidelity
then out the back
in a temple
her own
mother god
now become crone
but ever loved
and worshiped
here at #259
we reside almost gods
yet biding the devil's own time
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
pull the plug on me before
i switch off the breaker.
perturbed you glance as
condolences roll off my lips
and fine sherry slips past them.
nothing was meant to be rosy and
in the black of our feelings,
the devil moves in me
as you are meant to.
the circuit in my halo
is calling ********
and bast is laughing,
coughing ugly colours from her lungs.
puce must be our hamartia
and when it dribbles down my face
i make leaf piles out of
the skin cells and ugly rivers,
and you take breathing for granted.
but you don't give up that easily,
and when i'm filling my bathtub with wine
you're there to lap it up.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 1:27 AM 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
Sit down, an buckle that belt
Take a ride on the moon sand and magic felt, yow!
I'll bet your feeling wild and free like a dear pelt
Dat be true but yo some moe gold for me to smelt , cool!
Yeee, this is called a real sick one ,
Don't fight back or ima gonna flick one ,, slang!
Just like that I'm gonna turn back and attack
Gonna roll with my rap and Neva look back
I'm cool, and the bast rep per to ever exist I **** all other rappers
Fight me
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
the demidiety
of the household,
demands
the sun....
he craves for to bask
in glorious heat....
and have,
the world adore....
his corrugated, gargoyled blue-grey skinned beauty.
as well it should...
he is....
after all....a rex....
of the mau, bast, line.
and me, his loyal
human factotum....
i am here to....
open the blinds...
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:33 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
Attached too easily broken too fast
Till when will this soft heart last
forgiving the unforgivable trying to bury it in my past
Cause am playing a fool for you In a movie that you cast
Roll the film keep'm entertained
by the greatness , her bast
The moon glows like the sun
Can't be seen if its not night time ***
Ur not awake and the mornings coming soon I guess I better run
Cause if you can't see me now then my life feels like its no fun
So I better run
fast
I keep playing a foul for you
In a movie that you cast
Roll the film keep'm entertained
Hope your entertained
by the greatness her bast
Cause nice girls finish last
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
the time of day that I love
night is the bast thing in the world
I love just to dream the night away
I wish to never miss a day
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 6:12 PM UTC
Suddenly she wakes alert,
Her senses keen, she stares,
What does she see that I can't?
The tension raises hairs.
Focused, stealthy, she hunts the prey,
Staring, sniffing wide and vast,
She catches - mashes - the mouse to death,
O sweet this child of Bast.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 3:06 AM UTC
Bus eik bast kaho..
Bitaya Tha Jaha paharo pahar...
Gujarti ** tum, jab woha se...
Hum yaad nahi aate.
Bus eik baat kaho...
Barasti hai jab megha tumpe...
Bhige the his megh me hum...
Woo magh tumhe, yaad nahi aate.
Bus eik baat kaho...
Chuta hai jab, wo tumhare badan ko..
Neri unglio ki chuwan, Teri hethei pe...
Tab bhi hum, yaad nahi aate.
Abb eik baat tu sun...
Ka Liya, bitaa diya air gawa diya...
Pahro pahar intazar aur sankaro mauko ko humne...
Roz ladta Hu Mai khud se..
Ki, bhul kar rahunga Mai...
Abb mita diya yaadon kon Teri..
Par dil bada kambhakat hai...
Par ye dil, bada kambhakat hai.......
Suno na, bus eik baat kaho..
Sach me, Keri yaad nahi aata?
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
This is probably doomed to be another forgotten page
A sodden show, on a rotten stage.
One time this hall drew falls of laughter,
Then time as silence drools out from rafters.
Alas for past , for not, for fame I'm after.
Just frames. Just one the same. One scorched. Not fractured.
Bones break and skin gets brittle,
For honest hands its honest work what scares their riddles.
For when the price is life, and life's been lent
What's left for statement, of payment well spent.
They should know. Those bast'**s too stupid to be happy.
With the strength of two hearts pull the nets from their trapeze.
Or tightrope.. knife's blade or cliff edge?
We must all dance by this precipice, that cold breath a hiss by ear.
Our breath of fire's to contra, not compound fear.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Right now, in this moment, I feel like I'm just barely beginning to be able to catch my breath. Like I've been running, running for years trying to escape you and I'm finally slowing down. It's five months, on the dot; and I still have no idea what I'd say to you, if anything, giving the chance. I don't think I'll ever get bast this mile maker until I fully explain myself to you. It's the only way I'll be able to let you go. Part of me can't help but think I'm merely delusional. I have simply imagined everything we've said together, done together, been together. I made it all seem bigger that it was. I guess the only way is to tell you and see what you say.
But, we all know how soon that'll happen..
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Tu me dis t'appeler Vulvette Underground
Et tu revendiques ta naissance subliminale
Tu serais donc tout sauf animale.
Mais je persiste et signe
Ma déclaration d'amour zoolâtre
Et je te baptise Felis maniculata.
Tu es la représentation vivante et parfaite
De la déesse muse et lionne Bast
La déchireuse
Et pour amadouer éternellement les démons qui te saisissent
À chacun de nos ébats pharaoniques
Je te couvre de natron résineux
Et je t'emballe de mes lèvres
Comme de bandelettes de lin charnel
Et je t'embaume dans le ****** de nos cris de jouissance entrecroisés
Avant de t'enfouir momifiée
Dans le parinirvana des chattes gantées.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC