"hathor" poems
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
There's an oasis in my desert.
Palm trees and koi live here where sands are soil and winds are thick and wet. Cloths that fall from sky to floor, made from a million counts of thread. A beige place, now pastel mixtures of blue and green. Unlike anything the gods could ever dream.
In my body there's a desert oasis on which even I haven't laid my sight. And as I sit here still, I feel it moving and humming like a generator when there's no light. Vibrating auroras through the skies of an African night.
In my soul there's a desert oasis. One that has betrayed the sight of many as mirage. A dissappearing trick, a myth, a facade. Here is where the weak are left for dead. The cruel collaboration between Hathor and Set.
In my body, where my heart stays,
between the fragile spaces,
there's an hourglass that holds my soul in which there's a desert...
where you'll find an oasis.
May 28, 2023
May 28, 2023 at 3:11 PM UTC
We spend it close in spirit,
but our bodies never touch.
I know little of your Inner Thoughts,
but your Eyes are like those of Horus,
gazing over me always,
your Heart nurturing like Hathor's
caring for me eternally,
but at a safe distance, from above.
You showed me my Identity;
You chastise me for my wrongdoings.
Like Osiris making my last judgement,
you sit, enthroned, with your tall white hat, flanked by vultures,
and deliver your verdict:
Love.
Love despite my failings, despite my faults,
for which you give me disappointed
looks that smash my heart to pieces,
like Seth did to your own body, you god of the Dead.
And now she, my Isis, gathers them for me.
But she forgets one vital part:
My ability to distinguish good from evil,
and now my heart is not light like the vulture's feather.
It is heavy as a river-stone and will be eaten by jackal-headed beasts.
But still, my time with you is a time of love:
enigmatic, painful love.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 12:13 PM UTC
Fuzzy and grey
Hard to see through
Nothing reflected
Blocking the light
Looking out
Not inside
Who wants to see?
They just get rejected
For looking within
Tearful for no reason
Every reason but none
Like windows to a soul
That isn't their own
No place to go poking
Around on your own
No one to guide you
No one to hold
Behind those eyes
It's' hollow
It's cold
Though it wasn't always
When some lit a fire
He stamped it out
Blamed lust over love
For fear of desire
Loosing just what?
Now empty is all
No love left inside
Don't look in the mirror
There's nothing to find
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
I cherish this river
this river of war and peace
bursting through the lungs of existance
this sweet endurance displayed
and hidden in the bloods of blood
oh, Hathor, tell me how to be
the mother the mistress the child
the root the thorn and the flower
in the fist of this God
giving what needs to be given
tempting the laws of the land
I try to stand tall and deal
ships sail back and forth
between heart and uncertainty
endless waves to defeat
every moment of each day
through piles of ashes and gushes of wind
I breath in the unknown and exhale tenderness
I cling to air and buckets of hope
when love storms into my panic room
to stir all my senses
and show me the way
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
I guess it's no longer a Secret
By now, you are fully aware that I admire you
Your smile makes it impossible
For me not to
Its such a blessing to
Be able to inhale the carbon dioxide
That you exhale
Filling my lungs with a kindliness that
Not even Hathor herself possessed
With a kiss sweeter than Hershey...
And Godiva chocolates combined
With a smile that could
Illuminate the darkest hour
Your hug feel as if you can
Calm an angry alligators medulla oblongata
Flight or fight huh?
Well...
I promise to fight to
Send you on first class flights
Sharks and whales swimming under
Heated glass floors
Even though you deserve
Mansions with pearly gates
And roads cemented with gold
You're my calming lifeline
Every time I look into your eyes
I see a perfectly imperfect forever
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
i.
i always find a space for myself
in small places:
ii.
in my mother's open wounds,
there i dance with salt and lime
and my father's misplaced angers.
iii.
in the scratched frames
under the nails of an angry girl.
in between cowering sunbeams
i lick the walls clean of dust.
iv.
in the fifth page of thrifted book,
back when i was in love with bukowski,
i look at the stains of a summer day sin
and see a five-feet
egyptian sarcophagus taped with figures;
what is the hieroglyph for pity,
so that hathor takes me back to the tight spaces of her womb?
what is the hieroglyph for homelessness?
what is the hieroglyph for misplaced?
v.
i always find a space for myself
in small places:
in the holes of a tire,
in between discolored knuckles,
in desperate places where a body gives up
and wastes away;
there's a space for one more.
vi.
i always find a space for myself
in small places — they wait with such quiet patience
like a father to a prodigal child —
i always find a space for myself
waiting in small places,
it calls hauntingly, like a well-loved, familiar ghost.
yet i cannot come back.
i am too huge with sorrows now —
too full with wistful human bones.
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 8:36 AM 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
The Queen of Wands
and a black cat at sunrise .
Four cups in the air ,
a giant hand in the sky .
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Hathor , Isis and
how the Holy Spirit
as the Winged Goddess
sends a ****** of crows .
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For all vengeance dwells
with the creator of
numbers .
Spirit drifts on the wind ,
hallowed by His name .
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While at their
filthy ritual of earthbound violence ,
four holes in the ground
and nightmare fills their void .
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Turn away , turn away ,
do not watch His work ,
Jehovah is my god ,
Jesus Michael and His sword .
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 7:24 AM UTC
Sartori-Falcon and Hathor
eternally dreaming
in clear mountain air ,
employ Lotus Flower
and Key of Life
in service of the Pneuma .
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KA. BA. AKH. RA.
All lives , translucent
films in space .
Like a waterfall
of magical numbers
and codes of the ancients .
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Then , initiation to the
realm of the senses ,
through a rich fabric
of symbols , sound and light .
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While souls of the
bright star children
cross the galaxies
to their new green home .
☆
Blending their true selves
with the energy of animal spirits ,
they dance cosmic
telluric currents and solar winds .
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 7:48 AM UTC
(A CHILDRE'S SHORT STORY)
CHARACTERS:
MALE ANIMALS
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RACOON HERMES
MOUNTAIN CAT LEONIDAS
A RAVEN POE
WHITE RABBIT GLUSKAP
HOUSE DOGS:
(A)GERMAN SHEPARD ODIN
(B)PIT BULL VILI
(C)ROTT WEILER VE
FEMALE ANIMALS:
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BROWN BEAR (CUB) KALI
BABY OPOSSUM ANDALUSIA
HAWK HATHOR
RABBIT GANYMEDE
HOUSE CATS: HILDA
PHYLLUS
NEIGHBORHOOD PARROTS PSITTACINE
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC