The Titan

 

What a silly creature: 

  A half breed born of Love & Hate. 

 A tormented fragmentation of two minds 

   Warring in one body. 

 He was a Titan enslaved. 

  A glorious manifest of God born- riddled in the undertow of societal ostracization.  Gobbled up 

  by the Great Beast Within, 

  Winning over him 

and stomping o'er the Heart within him 

  So that it's sight would be forever hampered 

By the depravity in spirit met 

  In the deepest abyss' of Hell. 

Lured, 

 As far away from innocence, 

His beating, pumping electricity 

  Dunked and steeped 

In a poison of brew. 

  I tried to save him once. Caught his sad eyes to my gaze, angry and beaten of the world- seeing only enemies. 

  So...

In a temple I prayed. 

  Uncertain still....

If it did any good...

  for under the deepest spell, he stood-

Heart arching of storm clouds ever thundering that region. 

  Secretly, 

I would creep into the barn he slept...

For it stood wide enough to house him. And I would lay upon his backside, near the small of his back and tail.  I would cover myself and sleep, 

      Next to him there. 

    Sometimes he gone, before my eyes found dawn's arisal. 

  I did this sometimes often, 

  and I noticed a softness in the days proceeding. 

  Sun. 

An occasional smile 

  On this titans face. 

  It was the only way I knew how to reach 

  The soul who's eyes 

     strayed into mine. 

Medusa in Love

 

His mind is beautiful. Riddled with a broken paranoia.  Deluded by the loud thought of Psychosis and her ever galloping chariot. 

  He is wrought with divine mistruths, and half truths- blinded eyes, and eyes that occasionally see. 

  I don't think anyone has ever told him...

It is because he is a Seer.

  Even I...the thought of which, escaped occasionally. Yet Spirit had touched my eyes and heart at once again, 

  Over his Divine breaks.

And showed me the life of his fervors- 

Chagrinned by epilepsy of thought, 

  A deluge of neutral purgatories

Aiming ever to keep some status quo bequeathed to him. 

  He however, 

Was always born different, desperately resisting and repairing oneself- to fit in. 

  I...

Had always thought he was beautiful...torment and all.  Not like I liked seeing his ridged cutting edges, but that....

  I sought perhaps to sand them down. 

It was true love, hidden in the fragility of cruelty bound to keep even the beautiful things away. 

  A Shaman now...

I can not elude the face I have been marked by. 

  I can not sing it to sleep in me, 

For he wakes and walks, 

  and in my dreams, he finds me. 

And in my soul, he refuses to make invisible-

 To nullify 

 The void now left. 

  It was the price of loving 

A mind many would admire and come to despise. For he was cruel and savage 

  When needing to taunt love away. 

I sat in the irony of the temple

  Marked of the man I would love 

For no reason other than his mark upon my soul- 

  Tapped by the resonance of his voice. 

  The body of his mind. 

 I became a Holy man caught between worlds...

  Shadow beckoning me further. 

Ego screaming "Gut Him Out!!", with the ferocious rage of Medusa spited, 

  Inner turmoil ignited of seething rage 

That "we" can not control the territory he has taken over 

  Within us. 

I roared and bellowed, begged and beckoned forth any cause, any solution, 

  Any distraction or evolution 

That stood no chance

  Against his Simplicity.  

He is....

  A simple man. 

So simply human, so innately lost, 

  So mirrored in everything we train for and run from.  

And I loved him. 

  

Nefertiti

 

But it would be sinister, 

  For I would touch myself and think of you. 

I before me, would have visions philander, 

  And spread my legs, adorned and draped 

 Of Queen's highest order, you a thresh-hold 

   Of mine, 

 Slaves lined up, eager to please, 

    their Queen. 

It was erotic, and sacred, and I, 

  Revered. 

  Holy

To be touched. 

  Worshipped.  

and gifted any cock 

  I saw fit to have. 

       Magnanimous. 

  

       Glorious. 

    And a reign I seek never to forget.