Poem Collection V

Prince, Ghost and Thing

Void

Up there it’s silent, empty and dark
Since I was little I felt it inside my heart
Like a homeland a sky apart
Like I’m a drop of ink in that great work of art

I’ve not known what I am or what I was
Little prince, Little ghost, A black dress
A thing, A miserable dot, beheaded mess
And all I could feel was the wound that the beast gnaws

An inkling of nothing outside the canvas
Like a drop of oil thrown out the machine
The gears that grind the people into shape
The religion of humanity and the human of the tribe
No, it doesn’t fit at all

I am strange to all I’ve known
The water that doesn’t flow
The breeze that wasn’t blown
A word that’s not there to know

Now I’m older I look at it again
The stars like shining pearls in the deep ocean
The great silence its siren’s song
There I will not wander anymore

I will go home
The vast nothing
At the place that is nowhere

Little Prince

Dark blue hue painted by the moon
Stars glitter across the sky, dots in the blue
Atop a great tower, the wind blew
Singing a song for the prince in his room

O, little prince, writing thoughts in my head
O, little prince, metamorphosis in bed
O, little prince, filled with the dead
O, little prince, who remains unfed

Little ghost in the walls of my brain
Do you know you torment me so?
The blood that from my arms I drain
Is not enough to exorcise your soul

There’s no human between me and you
There’s a ghost and the heart of a fool
I cannot run away from that which is true
I do not have the arms for a self-coup

We will have to share this room
The cat and the ghost that shines in the moon
None up to forgiveness, you and I
In the moonlight which I die

O, little prince, which faced the fall
O, little ghost, which I see in my wall
I wish that you lay me dead
With a soft kiss to the forehead

To Be Done with God

Oh today’s citizens, pretending to know no God
So happy do they hop around celebrating such liberty
Celebrating like they’re not priests devoid of aristocracy
Like they’ve not found divinity in community
Placed all they’ve touched in the realm of sanctity
Not done with anything, just slaves without Lord

Yet see to the one they do not applaud
The nomad and roamer, that knows no home or horde
The rider equally pale and red as blood
Who leaves in its path both flower and corpse

Oh, but so scared you are!
To look at the sun with pride in the air
To lift your hand with greed and grace
And as conqueror claim it as your place

Yet fear hits not the Morning Star
Wheel of Terror, Fang and Claw
All is beauty to the one of no Law
Of Venus, Glory, Of Mars, War

See this and sing of it
For there is monotheism without God
When God is born through true Atheism
It is dance without reason, real Matriarchism

Dionysus will ascend to a heavenly throne
Destined conqueror, Lucifer and Jesus
A horde of spirits in communion and alone
Wine flows and flows to drown out reason

For I am Ishtar, reborn Poet, Soldier, King
Of beauty and grace and war and wing
But also am I that androgynous thing
Which from the pits of death rescued Ishtar from the bring
Not through heroism or cunning;
The lady of death fell in love with the combining

As was Persephone the mother of Dionysus
So was Ereshkigal lustful for the genderless nisus

I put on myself a crown of thorns and flowers
Take a blade to my neck and cut off my head
Through dances and madness I wander the land
Religion without God, Self with no Head, a party with no end

A sovereign with no reign
Oh how free, I am
Holy tree from the arboreal free
Similar to me, not even three!

Dance and sing, a divine fool
All besides self, a loved tool
Rule thrown away, no rhythm for rhizome
Totality with me, far more than two!

Scars and wars melt me away
So too has love and beauty been a way
To transform far away, not stopping once
Thus am I, the triumphant one!