Maybe it's the sun we cling to
as little children, with
our mouths full of stars
What's light in the darkness
when we bleed shadows -
watching them drip
like the ejaculate flags
of conquered countries,
falling into the tablespoon
called religion
Do we dare drag the sun
deep into its tomb of clouds,
burying the world in the blackness
that is home, life
dreams
Do we dare wish upon a star?
The image of life, a fantasy fabricated
by romantic relationships with ghosts
that cling to our skulls
tapping our spines and
springing from our brains
Little Wisdom, Sweet Sin
Burst from the cranium
and Be. Be the Word and the Lord
You Are Alpha, You Are Omega
while you crawl around and rust
in wounds, coated with ice
The ice screams of great horrors
and Tragedy rips from the Stomach
of the Beast. Do we Dare question
the reason of existence
Do we dare die upon this star.
Author notes
In Greek Mythology, Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, springs from Zeus's skull
In John Milton's epic, Paradise Lost, Sin springs from Satan's skull.
They are a jumbled product of thought and desire, spun into something "beautiful", depending on the perspective of the glass. While Athena IS an idea, Satan falls in love with his idea, which is merely used to create a new idea, (thus Satan rapes Sin ((yes, his own daughter)) and she, in turn, births Death (thus loving sin breeds death)
This strongly juxtaposes Athena's birth, which is pure and majestic.
So our ideas can be beautiful, but can be corrupt, malicious, vile and immoral at the same time.
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This is a poem you need to read more than once to fully appreciate. You have some great lines in here. Thank you for entering.
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