"thoth" poems
I take a walk into the parkour graveyard,
looking for Polish dealers and cellphone halos.
I heard Thoth resides in sobriety,
but words fail me
whenever you are near.
I let my tongue run in endless stutters,
disguising 'I love you' as some off-hand request.
I could take you to dinner,
I could show you a longing
without the need for ***
This late-night food has lost its flavour.
This ***** call never picked up.
All that is left is to dial these numbers,
and wait by the window
for any car but yours.
Let's take a walk to the railway bridge.
We'll smoke a joint by the open forest.
You'll push your breath into mine,
make me high,
and forget why I ever
felt so low.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
Published in The Quill on November 19, 2014:
http://www.amazon.com/Quill-Fall-2014-ebook/dp/B00PNVT6PG
...
On being overweight (whatever that means)
Even if you were the moon, they would complain about how much space you took up in the sky, how you were too bright, wanted too much from the stars, demanded more light than the others.
And when you shifted, from waning to full to waxing to waning, they would remind you of how instable you were, how much of a hassle it was to keep track of your instability, your need for attention. Have you tried to be a vegan yet? All the stars are doing it.
You have tried. In fact, last week was your third try – an attempt, they call it – not enough, they emphasize, try again, they say this as if it is encouragement.
That’s when you found them - the celestial crescent, the earthshine, the perilune, how the lacus are lakes without lakes, why the Gibbous is brighter either way, especially during conjunction – all strung together in pearls.
You are a full the night you return.
As you reflect off the lake, you see Selene, Hecate, Mani, Tsukuyomi, Iah, and Thoth. You tell the stars to look, to breathe your reflection, to succumb to the glow and the beauty of it all, that you are not alone—
They laugh.
Say how historical that is, how out-of-touch you are, how myths aren’t mirrors, how you - you are not a mystery at all.
But when you died – if you died – (we still do not know) - they do not wonder where you went. They spin, spin, spin the entire night home, only once confessing to how empty the sky is without your shine.
But every night they burn.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
The blinding moon pellucid says,
shining loud yet never heard;
"I follow you where you may go."
In a child's wondrous nights,
cast away shadow's monster delights,
"I follow you where you may go."
Mene mind of Thoth complete,
for child's attention doth compete;
"I follow you where you may go." *
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
Anyone
who does not aid you
to be the Character you are
only helps to water you down-
to sell you out to their world.
Moreover, anyone
who discourages you
from being your Character
isn't worthy of your attention;
they are an enemy of your creative potential,
that is to say that they are destructive
to the you that would be;
the you that could be-
perhaps should be.
**Be a Freak.
Break social rules.
Defy expectations.
Play the Fool** and own it, too,
*lest the Fool own you.*
What has the Fool taught you?
Have you been willing to learn?
Have you the capacity to teach?
Wouldst thou follow
Hermes, or Loki? Mercury? Thoth?
Or would they follow you?
***We need more Characters.
Fear not Card #0.***
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
it would have happened by chance that
Sigmund encountered Harry Houdini;
both infamous Ashkanazim intellects,
Freud expounds his theories to a sleepy
& restless Houdini; Freud seeing the
renown magician nodding off offers him
a hit of coke, which Harry takes grateful
& is soon asleep & dreaming of Freud's
weird theories of the mind seeing himself
as Perseus being guided by Ariadne's line
through a complex multilevel space that
defies three-dimensional perception; Harry
thus finds himself firmly in the camp of
the Symbolists, leading to the school of the
Surrealists & later, LSD-25 & some of the
greatest, most enlightened music of all time;
as Dionysus judges the underworld in a long
line of judges, from Thoth to Bacchus to Satan
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
Today is your birthday, spindle-top maid.
Another year of desolate bridges.
Bridges by us, once believed to be true,
now laid to rest in mineralised brine.
Though my desires have long since faded,
small town streets will forever sing your name,
calling, calling, for youth and infant love.
Time may have set, but as with Giza stone
you lay in evidence of what has been.
And now, in years progressed, I tend to this,
my page. Some hungover apology,
for cruelness, that in ignorance, I wreaked.
For, though in my life there is ugliness,
and evil now apparent in this world;
I have learnt through experience, virtue
of kindness, of careful tread upon land.
Oh, mother of Horus, and Christian slave,
you bought me devotion in time of aid.
I'm calling, calling, in meekness undue,
for your sandstone likeness to hold in place.
With time comes erosion, African wind,
to scorch at the kindness, held to your breast.
So, in fear of forced blindness, cynical
waste; I mumble in this dirt-kissed prayer.
God of knowledge, oh God of braying flock,
bring to me your scripture, word of Thoth.
All so I can deliver, all so I
can sing; this tuneless ode of my redress,
this humbled hope for spring.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
The crest of solemn ocean wave
So early breaks on windy beach
Where fairest Phoebus struggles sadly 'gainst
Triumphing clouds.
His horns, his blares to no avail:
Fall deaf on Egypt's Temple crushed to sand
To make this morning beach where sail
The looming gulls.
They hunger as they soar, their lonely cries
Are swept away by dawn's uncaring breeze.
That shore I wandered all alone,
Apart from you in restless dreams,
Disturbing sand-crab holes with stepping shoes
Sought lenses lost.
Possess'd of power to see without
Refinings of their frame, my need mere want,
I walked, a pool, and filled with doubt
That proud waves tossed.
Would sharpening vision truly help me find
That which I knew was only in my mind?
When then in heaven's light aloft
I spied a weightless patterned kite:
I called not to my glasses, but to Thoth
To aid my sight.
The soaring toy like silent hawk
Without the weight of sadness flew so light
Beneath the clouds now heard to talk
Instead of fight.
It seemed to catch a fleeting floating bliss
As pillars of the firmament it kissed.
The time was chill, the morning swift,
Where icy waves brow-beat the shore,
Impassioned blew the wind and kite did lift,
Yet hues endured.
What children tugged upon its string
Wishing to live capricious life, to soar,
Bemoaning birth neglecting wing
And all allure?
Yet came a haunting cry, in winds was clad,
Reminding me that still the seagull's sad.
I reach the crest of rocky fold
Beholding barnacles held fast,
Sea grasses over corals bare and cold,
And broken glass.
Sight has no sway of nature's spell:
I ponder Neptune's endless shoals
And whether glimpse of youths should tell
Me of their souls.
Can ever we catch sight of inner form
Reliant on the jelly of our eyes?
I turn to face my sandy steps,
Triumphant Phoebus clouds did rout,
I feel there's folly in my aided sight
So leave without.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 2:37 PM UTC
Thoth,
with the teaching of the Head...
First Scribe,
seated at the edge of Evenings Dark Listening..
Fear Sign to the unInitiated
Next, a Horse.
Clear attribute of Equus
A Flash of things Past and Present,
Love seen in instant replay.
And Finally, the Trophy.
Sweet reminder of the Temple of Artemis
Now Gone..Sacrificed by the many...
White Shadows Arrival,
as the Head of A Goat...
Reminder of Gods Life.
Hidden Message:
Growth Sacrifice.
Now Built: Fearless Head of the Ram
Chi,
Drawn, for the Fish within the river
And X,
Burnt Offering,
for the people within the Cross
Growth Offering,
Destroyer of Flesh
and Origin of All Life
Now Is Your Witnessing Victorious.
For the Body has been taken
But not the Head
Who so ever leaves such Knowledge lying around
Is a Fool to another Man's Victory.
and a tear, in the Heart of God.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
Ode to David Cameron.
This day upon a gibbet stage;
there will Thoth be hung,
alas no more to turn a page
o' Einstein Freud; or Jung.
to dance the jig 'pon corbled rig
to swing there; decomposing,
where bibliophiles and sacred files
lament the libraries; you are a closing.
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 9:41 AM UTC
Stardust traveled nonillion miles
Life struck, all somehow
All to let me see your smile
All to kiss you upon the mouth
Beautiful, Good Earth spins and spins
Day and night, allow
To hold your hand [a considerable win]
To hold you close, my guiding shroud.
Oh bird sing sweet, mellifluous melodies
And for my love, endow
A tree who's branches wrap round thee
A tree that's fast, fearless of flounce
Season, oft, may change its cloths
But see me, lough
Deep, deep down- koi and Thoth
Deep, deep down, thy heart I house
Traveling Universe without destinations
I find it all, now
To be a thing of thoughtful, [marvelous] creation
To be a journey, in and out
No matter how many words one uses
The thoughts, ideas, avow
My simple truth, because of you (Miss)
I was lost, but have been found.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 2:26 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
The Person who provokes thought
should brace for an onslaught/
I know thats what I said
Ten thousand hours I practice patients/
Now I'm weightless/
Was a slippery slope thus I stuck to the basics/
This Express I deliver the Galaxy Ispaceship/
My literature literally comes from the lesson of Thoth/
Scholarship cold calls
At least thats what I thought/
At most I didn't think/
Wim Hof
An idiot servant at being an idiot of course/
The source combined it/
The science in God
Gods in the Science/
Engineered every mind at its finest/
Resolve Nothing to prove/
I was intelligently ignorant
I didn't know what I couldn't do/
Such bliss
Some one stop please stop me/
Im off in a corner trying to understand fibonacci/
Lock key and throw it/
I'm not leaving this **** room until I know it/
Pardon My French
If you notice/
A consumate contemplater yes I lament/
OK i'm bracing.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
*If I die
Don't cry for me, play me a symphony
Clear the sadness, just sing for me
Don't ever feel that you're alone
I'll be watching over you from my new home
If I die
Don't run out of speech or words
Don't let your heart break into shards
Don't hate the memories of us together
I'll be waiting for you on the other side,
forever
If I die
Don't dress in strength any weakness
Criticize if I failed and praise my uniqueness
Don't embrace an eternal sadness
No,don't entertain such madness
If I die
Comfort all my family and friends
'Cause just like it starts life ends
Enjoy every song we loved while it sings
Knowing It's among those good things
If I die
I'll be the hymn playing during my requiem
No delirium,I pray hope be your emblem
If tears escape,wipe them from your eyes
I'll be looking out for you from paradise
If I die
I'll be the ageless sun up your sky
I'll be solace when you want to cry
I'll be your favorite meal and cloth
I'll be in your favorite Axioms of Thoth
If I die
I'll be the moments we lived
I'll be the faith we believed
I know I'll be your daily prayer
I'll be there, everywhere
If I die
I'll be all those good books we've read
But one sure thing is I'll be dead*
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
What's twisting is paradigm
On the mind's circumference
Spins like the great red spot
Then in it: an illumination
Like the three fallen candles
which the winds of heaven blew
Casting it beneath the feet of men
the candles of his illumination
Thoth Hermes Trismegistus
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC
I often contemplate the half a plate that I ate with half a face
Half this juice is past its date
I can tell by its after taste
More than a little bitter..
And the only decency is buried deep beneath the middle
But
Now
The bottom of the base of this cup is leaking too.
Or
Is that the regrets of my heart speaking through?
...
It's hard feeling like peaking when its the weekend and you're thinking while everybody is sleeping
All alone with no reason other than being a rolling stone
That just can't get no satisfaction of his own
I tainted that
So paint it black
Take it back
And make it fast
Please don't make it last
I feel as naked as a monster with no Jason Mask
I feel a weak grip on me...
In a Kryptonite crib built with a crypt
For me
Plus a wet blanket stitched
Just like a quilt!
For me.
I can't tip toe around these eggshells on stilts
You see
This poet is just a character I've imagined up
To handle the damage I've been handed
To saddle up
And steadily battle these matters up
Because the aftermath and after what is after us
Disasterous
If it catches you faster without an Acura
Or master bus pass
Must last through the night though
Tomorrow.
We'll bother to borrow somebody's light pole
The sorrow
So sour
It gets more intense by the hour
So pucker up and feel fates lips drip with power
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 5:05 PM UTC
i think of you when
i see clouds are hiding the sun
in a sky that was so like that was mine
i see thunders and flashes are flying
and burning above and beneath of every and everything
i sing a tune that lays my fate
words are the magic that tells how you smell and taste
i see a tree of life here upon which were tied
,thoth ****** my blood and push them brown sugars
my ears are hollower than black holes
it sings with the holiest hymns
no one ever told me about you
I never hoped theres really someone
something like you
i dont know to travel thy roads so high
my sight was grounded with limitations to fly
your light is what i search now
i see it but im sure ill find a way through
to the suns where the gods once lived
where i believe im traveling only
into one sight my thoughts are now
@lined with the one that awaits but nowhere
no one known has ever seen those skies
its not to fear if you know there's light
there once lived the here them children of fire
the played with sun and moon as theyre their lover
they knew healing and flying not bound by laws that we knew since we saw the apple fall
its so wrathful a things such
them children wandering without a home
waiting for mankind to breed them warm and fresh
lord i want them fire riding and piercing through
our rusted skins of ego and rotten flesh
in them we ought to live like we were
meant to be,:::the wind
that blows all across
one two and three and all.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
Consultation With The Grim Reaper
Omniscient being of death
I seek thy comfort and solace
Melancholy monotony of days to come
Arrival of whispering entities
Speaking to me of vices and arrogance
Acting amongst their wishes of woe
A quandary of life and death
Heaven nor Hell will free me
From my soul draining enslavement
False deities tug at the rope tied at my neck
Dragging me to their individual hell
I worship only the black reaper
Save me from my ill fortune
I wish to consult the most high
Bring to me the power to take away
The death scythe gives lacerations to my flesh
Pouring salt into my burnt irreparable wounds
A broken heart incapable of penance
Mistakes forsaken by Thoth
It is time to seek my father Death
Pass down to me your robe of mire
The charnel of screaming
My new sacral burial ground
The skin on my body turns to bone and dust
A faceless and lifeless cloaked figure
Bereavement of what once was
Fortunes of unforeseen death
Become the purpose of my null existence
Eradicate the false ideology of hope
To declare a former soul deceased
Endless visions of sorrowful memories
Beaten and whipped by the angels above
I loathe the inescapable eternity to come
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 11:09 PM UTC