ISIS of CRISIS
It now seems
so very long ago
I travelled
that tempestuous path
blessed by the wrath
of a jealous Osiris
that led to Har Məgīddō
where I first met Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
torn from a dream
at the frenzied height
of a broken séance
There at the Mirage Oasis
she laid in wait
bare naked
her voluptuous form
born of the Nile
Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile …
“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”
. . . A Christmas Blessing
Getting fat on bottle AND boob! 🍼 😎
~ A Subversive Opus by Cara
I love the broken
I love the fall from grace
I love the out of sync
I love the mess
and the mud
and the doubt
and the dirt
I make love to failure
And asymmetry
and the just-a-little, little off
I love the missed details
And the mistaken
I love the lost
I love the forgotten
I love the spilled
And the leaking
I pray for the hopeless […]
Right
In a former life
One of chaos and disorder
Through a cosmic haze
Of bloodshed and strife
I well remember
A pilgrimage metaphysical
Seeking wisdom ancient
And knowledge mystical
From a secret agent
By the mythical code name
Brainwave Alpha
“First … you need learn how to fly,
if indeed, you wish to kiss the sky.”
An Olympic Heartbreak (Redux)
In a time of epic turmoil
and unsurpassable bliss
I once had this fair goddess
my diaphanous lover
from far off Mount Olympus
Was it all that wrong?
She knew how to play
my favourite song
upon her golden lyre
setting my heart on fire
with unquenchable desire
all night long
… sealed with a kiss and a warrant
He fly da vulture
He do stranger danger
He swamp da monster
He got winner envy
He lose by plenty (last time)
He cry loudly “Mummy!”
He da sunshine faker
He look orange monkey
He red carpet bagger
He da posse grabber (?)
He dat hound dog’s brother
He da Beastie’s bestie
Be dat Rosemary’s baby
He one mother trucker
An Aegean Odysseum (Redux)
Once I had lover
of Olympian splendour
Nightly she would come to me
as the goddess Aphrodite
in a full blown frenzy
of insatiable desire
Lost in her lustful pleasure
I was driven half crazy
(Aphrodite being half human)
Yet at the break of dawn
she’d miraculously transform
into Athena
Zeus’s warlike daughter
the born again virgin
with her divinity fully intact
all pent up
in a vesuvian rage
and ready to attack
Her bronze age wisdom
wielded as a deadly weapon
Was I just her Troy Boy to be used
and then abandoned come the morning?
David Redpath 