Ambrosia
Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, I beg of you a kind of callous bidding: Please let the powers of your genius, your indwelling procreative sprit, impact my life today. Let your graces touch my Being. On mother earth, Gaea, your Hebe (symbol of eternal youthfulness) precedes only the beauty you portray. Share with me a heiros gamus: that sacred marriage in which male and female entities human or divine, are united in a way that ensures or promotes peace and fecundity.
An invocation to the muses. An ichor flows from your veins-- a life blood, that preserves existence. Oh wise-advised Metis; Oh Nestor so famous for your sagacity; with your numinous effect can you put my cosmos back in order?
Oh Clio (muse of history), I have suffered the conflict of Agon. Anagnorisis, a tragic recognition where I discovered the unknown fact that my amor, was not mine at all; has harmed me greatly! Athene (Goddess of wisdom), let me be as Antigone was to her father, and rid Ate of his moral blindness!xxx
I, as the formidable Greek warrior of Troy, Achilles, shall prevail if you so desire. I am no Sinon, I cannot be a spy of Greece who can superfluously act on a whimsical superego and persuade an entire peoples to take in a wooden horse (beware of the Trojan Horse!) into their city-state/ Polis. I am no more the Xanthus horse who prophesized his masters death. Shinning to the Gods, I commemorate Uber Alles in a procession genetically engineered to appear peaceful.
Phoebus (shining one), I feel as a saga of failure: for I sing Paean, in thanks-giving to you, but I am no parthenogenesis! Sadly, the spirit alone doesn’t integrate my core being, so much as the patriarch without Pietas (virtue or duty expressed in action rather than thought).
Phoebus (shining one), I feel as a saga of failure: for I sing Paean, in thanks-giving to you, but I am no parthenogenesis! Sadly, the spirit alone doesn’t integrate my core being, so much as the patriarch without Pietas (virtue or duty expressed in action rather than thought).
A Promethean fire has enlightened me, rescuing me from the mental darkness of ignorance and savagery. An oracle of Pathos arises. The parody of You my ithyphallic ideal have changed me into a gadfly maddened Io.
In Dithyramb, I ask heaven to let me grieve forever (Cyparissus). I am a tree of life, with the coarse bark of sadness emitting from my mouth. Eris--strife, the etiology/ cause/origin is my fertile male: Adonis!
He, an Actaeon, has offended the Gods and been torn apart by hounds; for boasting his superiority in hunting abilities. Attis, the castrated lover of Cybele (and her commemorations of Eunics that followed), has not had so much an imposition of ha martia so strong as yours friend.
Keres, nights death and doom… are you an Orion, the great hunter tuned star? Nereus, the old man of the sea? A whirlpool, Charybus, sucked a ship adrift at sea down to its doom, while multi-armed Scylla seized and ate all that came in contact? Or, is your quintessential (Pan) nature of the Harpies-- the anima believed to kidnap human victims?
The lust and cowardice; the amoral animalistic aspects of human nature satyr your life. Your shadow (anti-social or self-defeating behaviors-- greed, shame, lust, envy, hatred, selfishness)-- harbors abilities and talents which I care not for!
Erebus-- Primal Darkness-- the intense gloom of Hades/ Sheol a biblical underworld; befalls you, my dear! Honey, Chiron the boat man on the river Styx, has crossed you over the boundary between life and death. Cerebus-- the watch dog-- has seen you.
You Autolycos, of thievery and trickery; you have stolen my heart. Hecate, that creature of darkness and patron of magic and witchcraft, has performed a tricky illusion on my well-state of being.
Osiris (under go-er of sparagmos, resurrection and deification), will be your judge. The fire-breathing Chimaera; the Eurynomous demon who devours the flesh of dead bodies, leaving only bones; has noticed you.
Death: brother of Hypnos of Sleep; which I will now visit because life is just a dream-- Morpheus-- his son, sweetheart; Thanatos has befallen you. I shall be no Sibyl guide for you as you enter Tartarus-- disloyalty, your punishment for wickedness is great. You shall suffer much to the worse of torments than this Persophene will.
Atrpos, Clotho, Lachesis, the vengeance moirae; the Erinyes (goddesses of blood vengeance) who spun, wove, and tried to cut off my individual thread signifying my human life; have declared a Nike-like victory upon me.
Mount Olympus, I beseech you intervene. Be kind and don’t make me suffer the fate of him who was condemned to be bound forever in an iron-chair: Pirithus. Procrustes: the brigand who kidnapped and murdered on the road to recognition; laying his victims on an iron bed (if they were too short he stretched them to fit the bed frame; too tall he cut off their extremities); aims to target my almost worthless corpse and haunt me with his curse! Let me be as Theseus please; and behead the unfruitful effort!
Nemesis give me the power of retributive justice. Let me be submerged in the Lethe River of forgetfulness. Don’t make aware of that which I must inccur. I am incurable. Please don’t let the Manes-- spirit of the dead that are harmful to the living-- destroy me further!
My liver shall be consumed by an eagle no more! I have faith that Cynthia-- the moon-- will heed to a dawning of a new, more beneficial in the long run, relationship in the nearby future. Usurped is the kingdom of man and love. Free me; I beg of you! I believe…
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