My moonlight was weightless
it bore me aloft
knew my sadness before it had a name
left me sleepless and awaiting answers
from one who slept days away in paralell madness
Lunacy is the goddess’ kiss
her mark upon your brow
alien and strange
She brings you words you must be rid of
and dreams you cannot shake
and showers you in broken glass
as you drift back into oblivion
And if I am an ocean wave poised to drown you…step back and listen for my voice in seashells…
Eve of the poisoned apple
has crimson lips to be bitten
and crisp white flesh
that tastes of
Death
and the sweetness of
her ruin
If you were to cut her in two
at the center
her heart would be a pentagram
a magic older than time or sin
and be you Adam or serpent or
fallen angel
still it tastes the same
And she is
not the root of all evil
Evil is in the eye of the beholder
but no man’s eye can hold her
Myth of the Day (Norse)
Brunhilde:
A mighty female warrior, one of the Valkyries, and a heroine from the German epics, especially in the Nibelungen saga, in which she is a Icelandic princess. She defied Odin and in punishment he imprisoned her within a ring of fire on earth, decreeing that there she would remain until a brave hero rescued her. Siegfied (Sigurd) braved the fire, broke her charmed sleep, and fell in love with her. He gave her the ring, Andvarinaut, unaware of its curse. Eventually she kills herself when she learns that Sigurd had betrayed her with another woman (Gudrun), not knowing he had been bewitched into doing so by Grimhild.
“Brunhilde.” Encyclopedia Mythica.
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/b/brunhilde.html
[Accessed September 29th, 2003.]
Can’t make any sense of this thing, but it’s better than consulting a thesaurus. Meaningless but lovely words. Uses “exponential,” detritus’” and “feeble” all on the same page.
Ridiculous little poem I wrote myself weeks ago…
(Sung to the tune of “Anarchy In The UK” by the Sex Pistols)
Too old to be an anarchist
And too cold to be a child of christ
Don’t know what I want and don’t know how to get it
Don’t want to destroy
Just want oblivion