"hyperion" poems
XXVIII. TO ATHENA (18 lines)
(ll. 1-16) I begin to sing of Pallas Athene, the glorious
goddess, bright-eyed, inventive, unbending of heart, pure ******
saviour of cities, courageous, Tritogeneia. From his awful head
wise Zeus himself bare her arrayed in warlike arms of flashing
gold, and awe seized all the gods as they gazed. But Athena
sprang quickly from the immortal head and stood before Zeus who
holds the aegis, shaking a sharp spear: great Olympus began to
reel horribly at the might of the bright-eyed goddess, and earth
round about cried fearfully, and the sea was moved and tossed
with dark waves, while foam burst forth suddenly: the bright Son
of Hyperion stopped his swift-footed horses a long while, until
the maiden Pallas Athene had stripped the heavenly armour from
her immortal shoulders. And wise Zeus was glad.
(ll. 17-18) And so hail to you, daughter of Zeus who holds the
aegis! Now I will remember you and another song as well.
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She has a way of tormenting you
In every direction you try take
She gives you a curfew
Hoping, probing, that you, too, slip through the cracks.
I wanted to be a astronaut
To explore the universe
To find my destiny
Through the black hole
And out
Spaghettified or not
When my now cuffed-mind
Soared the air
With wings dispersed in the wind
Still when she didn't care
And thought I was harmless
She tried shooting me down
And got one through a wing
Now I think I want to be an accountant
Mediocre and sane
But who wants to have sanity
When you can be in it?
So I crashed into Hyperion
And as high as I am
She still sends her vicious winds
To try and cut me down
But her torment crafts precious stones
So in the interim
I'll hold on
Hoping that I can un-cuff my mind
Keeping a birds-eye view
Like a leopard waiting for its ****
So that one day
I can glide the universe
Wings distributed out wide
Skillful and experienced
So she can never shoot me down
Now
Perched on Hyperion
Patient and vigilant
I wait
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
XXXI. TO HELIOS (20 lines)
(ll. 1-16) (34) And now, O Muse Calliope, daughter of Zeus, begin
to sing of glowing Helios whom mild-eyed Euryphaessa, the far-
shining one, bare to the Son of Earth and starry Heaven. For
Hyperion wedded glorious Euryphaessa, his own sister, who bare
him lovely children, rosy-armed Eos and rich-tressed Selene and
tireless Helios who is like the deathless gods. As he rides in
his chariot, he shines upon men and deathless gods, and
piercingly he gazes with his eyes from his golden helmet. Bright
rays beam dazzlingly from him, and his bright locks streaming
form the temples of his head gracefully enclose his far-seen
face: a rich, fine-spun garment glows upon his body and flutters
in the wind: and stallions carry him. Then, when he has stayed
his golden-yoked chariot and horses, he rests there upon the
highest point of heaven, until he marvellously drives them down
again through heaven to Ocean.
(ll. 17-19) Hail to you, lord! Freely bestow on me substance
that cheers the heart. And now that I have begun with you, I
will celebrate the race of mortal men half-divine whose deeds the
Muses have showed to mankind.
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Acerbic antagonist alliterates agonizing accusations,
blasting ******* backbiter butting beautiful bombastic brainy blond bomb.
Cumulative cranial casualties cease caveman's cognitive coherence.
Doom digger derides Daddy's dangling dire dreary ****
Eclectic esoteric eccentric egotistical estranger;
Forthcoming fathoms fetch faithless fleeting father.
God given goblins gather gossamer ganglions;
Hell's hairy harlot harpies hover heeding Hyperion.
Ignatius imbibes irrevocably insisting,
"Jesus juggles justice's joy jarring jams."
Kindness kindles Kilimanjaro;
Malicious mountains melt, Mmm, morning marjoram.
Nothing negates Neanderthal ninnying.
Overt obsessions obfuscate original object of
purest passions, paltry past pinings,
quickly quieted, quelled,
resisted, relinquished, readily, ruefully, roundly
saturated, suffocated; surreptitiously silenced,
terribly torturing the thrashed tamed tormentor:
Ugly, ungrateful, unapologetic,
Vanity,
woefully wallowing, wailing, "Where's
Xanadu's
zeitgeist!?"
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
I know now that it wasn't you
who fashioned such noose.
It was them, those dark abominations
who fled before the stars of Uranus.
Remember!
We are not weak!
Madness is such a hard thing to define
which makes it such an easy label
to affix to one's enemies.
It's not madness to fight for our right
to exist!
It's not wrong to make a stand and
wake up from the slumber of their lies
to the beautiful dawn of Eos!
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
*Round and round, it wouldn't even matter
Go catch monkey's bars, like the beast you are yourself
Tragedy is that you will never be able to look at light
With your frail eyes and flaccid heart
I purge, I clease
Away with the torment of calling myself a fool
Your fool-
Don't you remember what shakles are?
There's a vacuum in your mind-
Is this not true?
Swim in the ale that consumes your youth;
You won't know tomorrow, anyway.*
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
The arc of Hyperion's bedazzled sceptre
Issues forth a cascade of petals Rose deep
Laying the path for sweet heavenly Aurora
Chary± Divinity moving in a soft tip & creep ...
Until at last Her eye peers out o'er Terra
A shied face hidden 'hind the crest no longer.
For in her glance abides a treasure
No hallowed hall may contain:
Upon the Mount, within the Spring,
Roots of the Tree doth regain!
Fruits resurf, o' Golden Bough undulating
Seeped in kin vital, up the amber vein:
'Ere burgeoned wings do stretch & sing
Rising into Joy's boundless domain!
E'er again, again after!
Yea, be heedless to all fright
Nay, but to a solitary care:
Gallope free, alight
& kiss the silvery aer
Yet if ye be trapp'd in night,
& gaze morose in despair:
Thou pleasen only might; --
Pray, cease thine irradiant stare!
±Chary: careful about what is revealed; circumspect.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
Wishing upon a kamikaze plane
Dancing in Titan’s rain
We could spend the day together on Hyperion
Never knowing if it’s short or long
Take me to the moons
They may call us loons
No one said we couldn’t swing
From Saturn’s rings
Surprise me with a star
Better yet a quasar
So I can be consumed
In the vacuum of you
I live between the stars
Until the sweet sun reaches out her arms
Slow to open my eyes
As to not wash away all that I fantasize
In my reverie
The galaxy
Is our playground
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
When we awake from the mist
I am in shadow,
the perambulance of
grief revisited,
till the lengthening toombstone
dwarfs hyperion-
a sculptors cast ,my shell my heart
The gestapo of faith revisited
that others may from my net
Dream sweet prision free-
psychedelic arrest eclipsing
aeons lost fears.
The secret of the hate filled chamber
green gas ,green light &
mercy all,
cracking under boot
ribs target
sheltering from a fathers love.
Were you or I to slumber
nor stir in walking shade
what nets of love entomb us
lest we rise-
the shining ,the living yet are gone
earth's first wake
Yet quickened beyond eyes recognition
The silver sash my silence brings;
a field soughed deep and empty
a fitting palace
for a king
The denseless hollows of my tears
or yet unvapoured from the ground
the shadow of the sky appears
enshrined
in rainbow's fallen glass.
If a child is not a fallen god
- why so unquiet and shallow the grave
that holds the brave emancipator
in such a gentle grasp .
Till in death we meet asunder
apart can never live
a blossom as in winter hangs its head
so a laurel wreath astutely made our measure
must be cast...
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 7:29 AM UTC
Last night I dreamed of fire,
it was cold and flickering softly.
In the moonlight by the shore,
stood a man that was Darkness,
Night was dripping from his shoulders.
But he would not tend the fire, his mistress.
No matter how hard she begged,
her flames lingering in the night.
Crying softly, haunting tunes.
Water crashing on the dunes.
Icy, chilly, burning lifeless.
There it shone into the night,
under Darkness' cruel sight.
Fading, crawling in despair,
and alone she died, no care.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC
Tears vermilion reflecting the night,
St Elmo's fire burning bright,
Sea sick sailors pray for the light
Doomed and forgotten nets are dry.
Albatross soars, wings of flight
Guiding the lost with cries of gulls,
Let us laugh at their misfortune,
Schadenfreude
Styx flows too soon,
Gold on each eyelid
The Titans shall have their due.
Hyperion weeps to Neptune's view
As Icarus burns to seas of blue
And the sails catch on,
Enlightened by the
Dawn multifaceted hue.
Scarlet prism gems
Reflect the fallen, truth
Through crimson tinted lens.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
Seventh Day in the Octave of Christmas 3
“O moments big as years!”
-John Keats, "Hyperion"
Does the year fail, or is it we who fail?
This Octave day opens in darkness cold
And on the radio the same dark news
That began this fading Gregorian year
But let us face this next turn of the time
With Aves on our lips and in our hearts
With the cold courage of Crusaders
And the cool kindness of missionaries
And may God grant that never again we ask:
Does the year fail, or is it we who fail?
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
Rogers Lason: Horse: Shy Raven..
At long last I can be at peace.. And my peace is not having peace.. I hunt this side of the world as 1 of 4.. I have not run into any of the other 3.. I must say, they must have something in common to me.. Reguardless, I will hunt the hellshadow.. Thats what I call them.. I have become part of an order that has hunted these nightmares throughout the ages.. This is my first entry into the Hyperion Archive..
Day 1, Year 1889, Month 10..
Weapons: 2x U.S. Revolver, Caliber .38, M1892
Helios transformmation
2X U.S. Revolver, Hyper automatic Leviathan wave series S.AWAY..
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Ghost Torch: Horse: Quiet Storm
When I was a baby I was sleeping in the night.. The indian chief walked into my tent to give me a name.. he then saw a torch floating over me. It was as if a ghost was watching over me holding a torch.. From that day forward I was known as Ghost Torch.. I was taken away from my tribe at a very young age.. I do not know what type of indian I am.. This is my first entry into the Hyperion Archive.. I am 2 of 4 in this world.. I hunt the Nightmare storms that walk this Earth..
Day 1, Year 1889, Month 10..
Weapons: Composite Long bow:
Helios Transformation: Lightning Phoenix Long bow wave series S.AWAY
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
The dead embrace the dirt
They will never sprung like
April tulips, on a frigid day,
Or survive as long as Hyperion roots
*(The beginning of love is horror
of happiness (quote: Robert Bly)*
So, let my poetry filled you up: with the knowing
(The dead are for morticians & butchers
to touch. Only a gloved hand)
before the dust….and ashes
Be more afraid of the living,
with their cold and warm hands
and deceitful minds above all things
they spit and vinegar tongues
The living embraces the struggle of staying alive
Due to the many heartache and sorrows
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*(When those we love betray our trust,
We find the depth of human pain;
Oh, let me rise above these hurts
Until the sun shines, once again!
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "My Prayer" (1940s)*
*
So , let my poetry filled you up with knowledge of knowing
The dead cannot harm you any more,
Way down upon the earth floor,
Let the tulips once again bloom
However, let the earth worm do the rest.
Under the tallest tree in the world: coast redwood
Hyperion:
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
Only those of war
those with blooded banners
only those angels of wars
only they do dwell here
This is the mind city of the Lord
his bastion of black and white
all that walk here are, I bow to say
are warlords or honoured knights
This is Hyperion, the city of the free
and who does make the rules here
who do the feek do you think, Neon
in the mind city of Hyperion
Matter not the gait of your words
this city is only for a few
and if you are invited
best show all of your soul
The clock ticks down to zero hour
ticks to hero hour
ticks to times keeping
to the mind city Hyperion
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
For a moment for a second I saw a shadow face in the sky..
Its eyes were made of pale light and false shine..
They were watching us..
One of us one of the same..
They created it all..
They ran everything..
Deep underneath..
And high above..
Their eyes could see us all in single moments of our own..
Each of them would have an equal to us all..
I was once part of them..
But then I fell asleep..
I have now awoken in the hills of forgotten eyes..
A place where their shadow shine eyes could not see..
They are called "The Hyperion."
They map out all of our lives..
Earth is just a chess board..
For all of us to die..
A chess board where we are all of the pawns..
While they are the kings and the queens..
But one pawn has made it to the otherside..
Unseen by them..
I will take them from the inside..
Just me as one..
Just me as everyone..
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
May I say I had a hand in this work
blood for ink running down my fingers
do you know, angels have searched your know universe
but they would never dare ask one like me
It's my book and it goes back to Hyperion
all my fleet are active and would die for me
and when this battle is finished my brothers and sisters
you will never attain my sweet Necronomicon
I will keep the secrets of space and time
and here write it in one of my rhymes
never from her own mighty her Neon
never will I relinquish the Necronomicon
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
She sit's there in cyber space
she is my black heart of poetry
she is my sweet Hyperion
She is coded and repels all but me
and if you try to get into her
she will repel you with might
I made the program self aware
and the ***** is encoded
Glory to my sweet Hyperion
I am her God pod, her all
and she will tell me all
so never search for my sweet Hyperion
Never search for her
she can do very bad things
can my sweet Hyperion
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
My faith will keep me warm
my soul is all I write
I ask nothing from no one
just please leave me alone
It's just me and my poetry
I don't need monkeys throwing crap at me
no more will I write poetry for all to see
I will just write in Hyperion and keep the faith
I am her weapon
I am her faith
so night night children of Eve
and **** the human race
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
The four pillars of the earth they were
before Atlas held the world in stir
most powerful but unknown they were.
To south stood the ram as a costellation
at the sky he appeared, Crius was his name.
To north stood an oracle with unceasing foresight
and wisdom, Coeus he was called.
To west stood the spear, the craftsman. Life and death
he wielded, Iapetus the piercer he was called.
To east stood the light, the first light, the one above all,
the father of sun, moon and dawn. The mighty Hyperion
that none dared to cross.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC