Mortis

This piece is part of my appreciations to morbidity and ghoulish tendencies.

Wake me 
from my slumber
Call my name 
Forsake not 
my grave

Sing a sweet 
lachrymose lullaby

Let darkness 
take over
Risen corpses 
in glee
My soul 
be enslaved

Photo Credit

Bulan

The wickedly winsome

the empyrean queen,

In a castle of infinity,

Placid clouds on guard.

With borrowed light

she shines with splendor

With her comforting glaze,

She reigns 

In the sleepy blackness,

On her dominion of stars

With irresistible prankishness,

She casts her spell

A beauty with hypnotic charms,

Retire! that’s her lullaby,

With her breath of sweet zephyr,

At dawn she bids good-bye.

Verve promises of hopes and dreams.

The story behind the verses:

This one is a bit lighter and a deviation from my other unpublished poems. Mythology is a lush garden of literary inspiration, I should say. I'm not an expert when it comes to deities and all that jazz but hey, I managed to scribble a verse for the moon goddess two years ago. Now that's something. :)

Choosing the title is a challenge though and I may have to change it one of these days. I'm currently working on the second verse - the darker face of the moon.

Threnody of a Forgotten Grave

This one's for you Aunt Lydia. May you rest in peace.

Hear ye passerby!

Here lies a poor waif,

In a casket of sorrow'

In a bed of grief.

In a crypt, 

Damp and morose.

Her soul, fatigued

Her quest, over.

Her pain, washed up

To the bowels of the earth.

May the doldrums come.

Take this weak and woebegone.

I am finished passerby!

 Go.

Mariposa

Ezili, Venus, Aphrodite,Isis,Ishtar and Astarte- they inhabit the minds of living women throughout history. Like Lepidopterans, they are mysterious,dark, beautiful and noble in their own rights.

The night charmer

Meek and lecherous

Infectious eccentricities

Crisp, euphonious songs

The ardent lover

She seeks light,

She found flame

Flickering happiness

The nocturnal butterfly

Hypnotized

Intoxicated

Promises of salvation

The beautiful soul

Sweet caramel skin

She bids farewell

She dwells…

Nox Atterrima

The agony of a poor soul is more than the grip of dementia. Beyond cognitive dysfunction. It is the darkest night.

Left out here in chaos

Scratching the walls

of oblivion

Cold as hell, hot as heaven

Pointblank visions

Now in a blur.

My head itched

for something.

Convulsive notions

of love and animosity

Vague.

I grasp with hands in palsy.

I pray, rescue me

For I am

Fragile as crystal

frigid as ice.

We Wept

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion. - - - Boney M. ( Rivers Of Babylon)

Zion, oh Zion!

Your people needs a bastion.

With enslaved souls in woe,

Hearts in pain , in throe.

Zion beloved Zion!

Your people wept for you.

Troubled and weary in Babylon,

Let them rest in your bosom.

Zion, mighty Zion!

When will be the day?

Your people dwell free

Out from the Bastille of Grief.

The radio's on. I have my notepad with me and there is nothing else better to do so why not think of oppression?

Repose

When dusk came, all is gone,

Heyday is over

In a solitary  hearse.

There it stays

The journey to Hades is long

Charon there awaits

at the banks of Styx,

Under brain-colored sky

Icy and silent he stands

In his cloak of death.

Suddenly, a cloudburst.

Blazing bolt and thunder

The interment begins.

The sepulcrum closes,

Happiness is wailing

Longing to rest.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.- W. B. Yeats