"khronos" poems
Above, beside and way below
Who are we but men to know?
Of three quite strong yet treated wrong
By The Sisters Three, and cruel was their song
The first, the second but not the third,
Mother's love finally bore hard
In solemn jest, she did what need be done
Lest all were lost, leaving her with none
Hædes the first entrée to Khronos
So was the *second of "The ****** Foes"
Then came Zeus, the third and last
Favoured was he in the days that pass't
Mother Rhea quickly thought out a plan,
She fed a rock to the cruel Titan
In swaddling cloth she wrapped the stone
Then in it went, to Khronos, unknown
Of age came he with rage and wrath
Poor was Khronos, who fell in his path
In awe, he gasped, "How could it be???!"
Then Zeus replied, "Oh yes, 't is me!"
And as per the prophecy, triumphant was he
To then save his brothers and be all he was meant to be
And now we know of Zeus above, Hædes below,
Posseidon with us and together we'll grow
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC
I am adrift in shadow when parted from you
existing in a non-life and a non-death
caught between dominions of light and dark
my soul, disincarnate, hangs suspended
impaled upon the sundering hook of an obscene
numinous dismembering of the essence that is Us
twisting and battered in an enervating wind which
moans and wails like the wretched, suffering ******
filling a haunted and dissonant land with anguish
at the midpoint between rivened you and I
all aspects of me are halved, dissipated
I must survive with half a feebly beating heart
inhale for but one struggling lung, choked with ash
seeing only half the sky, half the world
My scattered thoughts incomplete and disordered
I drag myself, mauled and maimed, towards
the next transcendent moment of palpability in Us
Khronos, laughing, mocks all my efforts
drags the hours just beyond my numb fingers
I can only touch you if I reach inside of me
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC