We Gathered Around The Table, Talon To Talon. We Gobbled Our Prayers.

We gathered around the table, talon to talon. We gobbled our prayers.

“Thank you for the meals we eat, thank you for the humans that sing, thank you Poultry Lord for everything.”

We dug in. Dishes of seed were passed around all the way from Great Aunt Linda to Little Benny. Nectar pitchers were drained to the last drop by the adults, water pitchers by the children. Sweet maize and green beans decorated everyone’s plates.

For the main course, there was a human baked in tin foil. It was seasoned with herbs to perfection.

I personally enjoyed a juicy piece of calf. My wife tore apart a thigh. The children had their fun snapping the pinky bones in half.

Once the human was picked clean, Great-Great Grandma Patricia croaked aloud, “And don’t you remember when we used to be the ones on their plates?”

Everyone, including myself, chuckled and chortled in unison.

The Dynamics of Peace and War

Ares and Aphrodite,

An unlikely duo,

I know.

How could war caress peace?

With all the bloodshed in tow?

How could peace dance with war?

When the opposition only continues to grow?

In times of war,

There can be peace.

Like when a soldier helps a child to their feet.

To help, to guide, to nurture back to full health.

In times of peace,

There can be war,

Like when colonial ships arrive at a foreign land’s shores.

To betray, to invade, to conquer the lands,

of the people who had extended a helping hand.

Diplomacy isn’t always an option,

Sometimes violence is the only solution.

To defend, to protect,

Violence can be justified.

And so can peace.

To prevent the blood of the innocent from being spilled,

To keep bodies from feeding the grass upon the hills,

War and peace co-exist,

The tides turn and they twist.

Ares and Aphrodite are always in each other’s midst.

Hunters of Artemis

Artemis,

Goddess of the Moon,

Cast your arrow,

Guide me with it’s brilliant light.

Show me the pathway,

To become stronger.

To become one of your apex hunters,

And not the prey in this game we call life.

Teach me the way of the wild,

Tell me how to use flint and steel to spark fire.

Point out the berries,

Those ones with the kiss of death,

And point out the ones that will return the steadiness of my breath.

Open my eyes,

Let me see how I can be truly self-sufficient,

How I can rely on nobody but myself and my surrounding environment.

Please,

Goddess,

Allow me to pledge my loyalty to you,

As a woman casted into exile,

I didn't have anybody's help.

So allow me the chance to prove myself,

And join the Hunters of Artemis.

My Amateur Poetry

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Immortal Words

Wilde Goddess 

Dearest Disappointment

She and He

The Beach

The Walk to Home

If I Was Brave... 

New Beginnings 

True Art

This Isn’t Your Fault

My Mind 

Love Hurts

This World Of My Own 

A Little Self-Destructive 

Marigolds 

Roses and Blood

Siren

Please give me book recommendations, specifically for books that are controversial/transgressive, or that really disturbed you.

(Things like Lolita or American Psycho)

Man’s Greatest Fear

The God of the Sea,

Attracted to beauty is he.

His trident,

Encrusted with shimmering pearls.

The locks of his hair,

Braided with the finest of jewels.

The kingdom he built,

Is a radiant sight to see.

The deceptiveness of colorful anemones.

Schools of fish who dance and part with fluid ease.

The temples carved of gold and marble,

Are strong and study against the water’s breeze.

Hidden inside,

Who knows what could possibly be?

Poseidon grows bored of the picturesque scenery before him,

After all,

He’s known it for all of eternity.

Perhaps on land,

Someplace can be found more captivating.

So onto land Poseidon strolls,

Through mountain ridges,

Deserts,

Lake sides,

And past hills that roll.

The God the Sea has yet to find,

A place more beautiful than his home.

He finds himself within a forest,

With trees whose trunks stretch taller than the Titans.

Perhaps all the way to Olympus.

Poseidon was to be on his way,

Defeated from these last few disappointing days.

Until he heard a song,

A melody sung oh so sweet,

That he began to creep.

Along the vines,

His heart began to beat.

Pass the thorns,

That nipped warningly at his feet.

Over a thrashing river,

That calmed with a wave of his hand.

Before Poseidon,

Was a clearing,

With grass greener than green.

In its center was a temple, solid, stone gray.

The color of Athena.

From within it,

Came the voice,

So enchanting was it,

That he had little choice,

Poseidon soon had concealed himself,

Within the trees.

From the temple,

Emerged a maiden.

Whose beauty put Aphrodite’s to shame,

Whose beauty and song lit Poseidon’s heart aflame!

Her marvelous song ceased,

When her inquisitive eyes laid upon the spot where the man remained unseen.

Hesitantly,

The maiden stepped forward.

Poseidon simply couldn’t believe,

How the curls that cascaded down her back,

Framed her porcelain face perfectly.

How her eyes, a startling blue,

Contrasted with the rose petal hue,

Of her lips.

In was in that moment,

That moment,

Poseidon knew that this,

This maiden was made to be his.

And so that night,

He slithered into the temple.

Whilst the maiden was asleep,

Poseidon couldn’t keep,

His eyes nor hands from roaming,

From curve of her hips,

To those rose petal lips,

Which didn’t willingly grace his own.

Poseidon was not only a king,

But a God!

How dare this maiden tell him no?

Her pleas,

Her screams,

To the gods went unheard,

The man had done the unforgivable.

As a priestess of Athena,

The maiden’s chastity was integral.

Her life and soul had been torn apart,

By the man,

Who now went to Zeus,

The man sought to make her his by marriage.

Athena had arrived,

To her temple,

Defiled by Posideon.

The poor maiden trembled before her goddess.

“I cannot undo the horrible crimes,

Committed by he who wields the triton,

But I can prevent you from forcefully having to rule along beside him.

With snakes for hair,

And eye contact,

Every man who sees you will turn to stone.

This includes the one who wouldn’t accept,

That your answer was no.

With your very touch,

The weapons of man,

Will wither to the floor.

Dear Medusa,

You’ll strike more fear in man’s heart, than any man has ever known.”