"chronus" poems
Our mother, Gaia, shall never die
Though for us I cannot speak
When Terra does turn her back to our kind
Our might shall seem so meek
Roaring flames do lick her skin
While Chaos’ storms do rage
But Mother Earth will retreat within
And turn to a blank new page.
Zeus will fall when the skies go black
His wife, Hera, to follow when families dissolve
Once the gods fall there’ll be no way back
And hubris will be our final resolve.
Chronus may falter when there’s nobody alive
To observe the passage of hours
When the clocks have all stopped,
Gears unturning under toppled clock towers
No grandfathers left to chime.
But Gaia will live on in sleep so bereft
Long after we’re lost to time.
With no men to wage wars, Ares will fade
Athena too as innovation runs dry
Aphrodite may weep when there’s no love to be made
Hermes, when there’s nowhere to fly
And though our sun will live past our end,
There’ll be no chariot of gold
No homes, no hearths for Hestia to tend
And no music for Apollo to behold
We have long lost one of the faces
Of Artemis, the huntress under moonlight’s reign
And civilization (so-called) now erases
Pan, the wild god, and his sacred domain
What next, I now ask, shall we bid our farewell?
What aspect of humanity lost?
As we stumble along nearer to Hell
Whom shall be the next forgot?
But fear thee not, for life’s most precious gift
is the transience, the temporal nature of Earth
All will change, all will shift
and perhaps a different Cosmos may birth.
Once the stardust settles, a new something to arrive
And we shall perhaps there meet once again
Tied by fresh cords of fate to share new lives.
And all the while, she’s waited for us
Watching and loving those souls immortal
Taking new forms now from different dust
She’ll rejoice and rebirth the primordial
They will rise and then fall and eventually make way
For the pantheon of a new universe to arise
Perhaps not all will look the same--
But close enough for essence to find.
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 3:54 PM UTC
Life is merely
a series
of before and afters
begininngs and endings,
Sometimes we
are a fortune's king,
weilding the key
to open
or close doors.
Other times,
our control is lost
and a line is drawn
by the sword of a skillful hand
marking
a change of heart
or opportunity.
Inevitably, death bows
to the governing power of Chronus
holding time in his hands
But in between
the before and afters,
and the beginnings and endings
are moments.
*defining
turning
quiet
stolen
of no return*
Moments
The rhythmic newborn baby's cry,
goodbyes that cast a shadow,
songs filled with Heaven's joy?
kisses that taste of forever,
breezes that dance with the angels
or quarrels armed with poison.
Moments
Some left with arms reaching
for they were missed.
a hesitant heart refusing love
words left unspoken
time not taken
forgiveness held captive
Looking back
at memories held,
moments have brought
light and darkness
but the missed moments
have left the deepest scars
marking opportunity's lost.
So, I try to remember
that in between
the before and afters,
and the beginings and endings,
are moments,
and I shall
adorn them in jewels
and embrace them in peace
lest them not be missed
for soon,
they too shall pass.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
Ruler of wind
Bloodied shadow in the sun
Rotting in the sea
Buried in the sand
Apex of predators
Now bones of Jasper
Gaping jaws
Silent under skylight
Tusk and tooth
Fire and hearth
Spirit of an animal
Shade of a neanderthal
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 1:40 PM UTC
Stardrenched and stardazed,
Starswept and stargazed,
Mad poets and mad priests,
Madness of the gods,
Madness of the stars.
Swept away by visions and dreams,
Swept away by madness and stars.
The robes of the Star Goddess,
Full of stars.
Her train fills the temple,
My heart and soul her temple,
Vast space her temple.
All the worlds, all the stars.
Nuit's body, covered in stars.
The Milky Way, pouring forth from her *******
A thousand fires, a thousand suns.
A thousand suns, burning bright,
A thousand fires light the night.
Heat that warms the coldest day,
The summer blaze, the winter's thaw.
One day star burning bright,
Life and heat, light and soul.
A thousand suns rise at night,
Fire burning, solar wind.
Solar wind and stellar breeze,
Blowing through the vaults of space.
Winds of movement, winds of change,
Chronus coils, Ananke's trains.
The wind in my heart,
The breath of God,
Breathed into a body of dust.
Body of dust,
Earth dust,
Star dust.
What am I but star dust?
The dust of stars,
The magic of stars.
The insignificance of dust,
The magisty of the stars.
Breath and dust,
Dust and water.
The great sea beyond our world,
Greatest ocean of all time,
The stars are islands in this sea,
The winds are currents flowing strong.
Great sea of space, the yawning mou,
Great womb of life of God Herself.
Stardrenched and stardazed,
Starswept and stargazed,
Mad poets and mad priests,
Madness of the gods,
Madness of the stars.
Swept away by visions and dreams,
Swept away by madness and stars.
May 28, 2011
May 28, 2011 at 11:00 PM UTC
I've heard it told all things must pass
Our days profound, yet, fragile still,
Are trapped within a tender glass
Though sands so ardorously mass
And like the tears of Chronus spill,
Good times must all, one day, drift pass
Though ever-fervently amassed,
Howe'er meticulously filled,
We're bound by that same hour-glass
It's never reverent, never crass,
It's bound by neither good nor ill,
Resolved instead to see us pass
Its master's bound within its grasp
For none can flee its solemn will
As Saturn, too, is cased in glass
We fear to see our sands fly fast
And falling faster, bid them still,
Though in our hands they quickly pass
But neither future, present, past
Can work to find this truth distilled:
It's in our hands to turn the glass
Life's a drink, though quickly passed,
I think I'll pour another glass.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC