Blinded Deception

Blinded Deception
~Lucretius of Modern

They are lost who lie so much they begin to deceive themselves

Am I lost? Please, look at me.
Pray tell, Where am I? I can't see
the ugly hatred inside my very
own soul. Such is the light, airy,
ethereal natural state of those
lost just as me. Let us suppose
for just a moment I am wrong
about myself; for such a long
time have I wandered the wrought
streets that compose my thoughts.
How can one be so lost in such
personal of a space? Is so much
of myself unknown still to my eyes?
I feel pain as my soul slowly dies
for every second passing in my blind
statsis, lost in the company of my mind.

Blind.

Breakingpoint

Breakingpoint
~Lucretius of Modern

Breathe. Deeper. Do you
Realize yet the immense
Entropy within me? The
Aspirations of the past, the
Knives in my back, the issues
Insurmountable. Is there
Nobody in this world that is
Genuinely sincere? I see
People all around me
On their little scheming ways
Infiltrating my soul.
No longer. Never more.
The breakingpoint. My breakingpoint.

My Facade

My Facade
~Lucretius of Modern

What's my facade? Well, look at me;
Do I look back? Maybe you should smile,
Because I would smile back. Do you see
Through that grin? This is my guile.

What's my guile? Well, talk to me now;
Do I chat back? Make your pleasentries
As I respond in obligation. Jesus how
I lie to you. Lies. Such a disease.

What disease is this? Well, touch me here;
Would I snap back? Will I hit you so hard
And savagely that you recoil in fear?
Threaten to kill? My death, no regard.

What's my death worth? Well, pay in cash;
Would I value my life? Would I not subdue
You all for just a cent? Would I not lash
Out at you? Laugh as you all suffer too.

How do I suffer? Well, torture me slowly;
Do I enjoy the pain? Would you not as well
If you were here with me? Laugh with glee
As I get lashed. Me, roasting in my hell.

Where is my hell? Well, tell me where I am;
Do you know me at all? Just smile and nod,
Don't realize I really couldn't give a damn.
Don't talk, you don't know me. That is my facade.

And what is yours?

Blow

Blow
~Lucretius of Modern

Blow.

I sit in my complacence, quieter than before,
Isn't it true? A bubble of silence you abhore.

Blow..

A quick quip, many short jokes, a drop in the ocean,
Why does it matter? I thought you had no emotion.

Blow...

A few enlightened can truely see my horrible truth,
Are you one of them? I hope you are, how sooth.

Blow....

It's such a gamble, a dangerous game you play,
Why take the risk? Take a hint, just walk away.

Blow.....

I know you won't, but I give you the chance,
Aren't I so nice? Your move, your advance.

Blow......

Such a fragile bubble, I try it keep it whole,
But for how long? I fear I'll lose control.

Dare you blow again?...

So Long

So Long
~Lucretius of Modern

it's been SIX HOURS since i've cried myself to sleep
in a cold, lonely bed
it's been SEVEN DAYS since i've tried to seek
the solace in my head

it's been ELEVEN DAYS since I've woken up so alone
in the agony of light
it's been TWENTY DAYS since I've heard the tone
of your voice at night

it's been TWENTY TWO DAYS since I've seen your face
although it pains me so
it's been THIRTY DAYS since I've felt such pain
it makes me want to go

it's been FOURTY EIGHT days since I've felt your touch
hit me raw and hard
it's been FOURTY NINE days since I've felt such fear
didn't let down my guard

it's been FIFTY TWO days since you've scarred my skin
it pains me so to hide
it's been SIXTY NINE days since you've scarred my mind
it stripped me of my pride

it's been SEVENTY SEVEN days since I've let anybody
see the pain I hide
it's been EIGHTY ONE days since I last let anyone
see me truely cry

it's been FOREVER ago, or so it seems
that i enjoyed my youth
it's been SO LONG since, or so it seems,
anyone knows the truth

-Lucretius of Modern
9.22.04

Gelidity

Gelidity
~Lucretius of Modern

Gowans bloom as the frost escapes
Enouncing Spring's reign
Liquid clouds, the cold efface
In havoc I am sane
Deadfalls and love-in-a-mists
Ice wine in the Sun's glare
Through the light break I wist
Yammering as my life tears

Aquatic Acquiescence of the Azure Abyss

Aquatic Acquiescence of the Azure Abyss
~Lucretius of Modern

Let us go then, you and I
Dare I speak? Dare I hide?
From this overwhelming tide?
Mater, pater, all defunct
Quickly trampled by my chunk.
And it seems as if all my companions
Have simply decided to abandon

Me in my abyss.

The Sirens do not waste their time
Why should they? I am no feast to dine.
Medusa refuses to petrify this entity
“To do so would be a penalty!”
I picture Cerberus so frequently
Challenging me to his qui vive.

I’m practically dismissed.

Shunned from heaven, shunned from hell
There is no land I know too well.
Should I give into demands?
Dying at their hands?
Maybe I should make my own.
How? I am nothing but a drone.

For freedom I do miss.

I beseech of you, “Are you my bana?”
If not, then are you my Tana?”
You feed me wine and opium,
Buy massages in the atrium.
Why do you abuse me like a whelp?
Or are you simply trying to help?

Harsh exposure to evil bliss…

I see them walking down the street
Adorning rich shoes on pampered feet.
So soft, so silky, so beautiful their hair,
Washed, and rinsed, and dried with air.
Passing by on so many trips,
One cannot ignore their lips.

Do I dare kiss?

Fortified in solitude
Developing my attitude
My soul I do deny.
Is my life benign?
Should I just resign?
I listen to the hind.

“You are just a cyst.”

Time goes on, it does not stop.
Or at least not for me, a drop
In the water pail of life.
One I lived in strife.
If time I could only pause
My life might have a cause.

Rather, I get hissed.

What can I do? Just go on?
But for what? Reason’s gone.
Prepare the Ark, here I lie
Prepare for death, here I cry
Don’t look down, don’t think twice.
The wide ocean, a sea of mice.

Me in my abyss.

Forever

Forever
~Lucretius of Modern

One word, one thought,
Forever in time.
What has life bought?
Lost in our prime.

Surprised, fearful, weren't we all?
Reflect in time, why was it us?
Why did those two towers have to fall?
Pain and tears given as thus.

We shall move on, we shall renew
But what of the heroes we have lost?
Will their memories be subdued?
Will that be our greatest cost?

No, they have not died in vain,
Sacrifice, such an endeavor.
Immortality they shall obtain,
As long as we remember, forever.

Forever.

Letter: Odysseus to Penelope

Letter: Odysseus to Penelope
~Michaelus-biotsrama

Dearest Penelope,

My heart is aflame
With eternal longing, twenty years deprived
Of your sight. The days endlessly drag on, as
The tide rises and falls, and as Helios, seated
In his golden chariot, treads across Heaven’s
Fields of sapphire blue. My voyage home is
Stalled, again, but this time by amiable folk
Upon this blessed isle of Skheria, home to the
Phaiakians – a fine sea-faring folk, who, unlike
Me, have not incensed Poseidon, the earth-shaker,
And invoked his iron wrath. Alkinoos, King
Of this land, has keenly received me into his
Lavish fortress of graceful opulence. A majestic
Manshion it is, steeped in gold, silver, ivory;
Adjacent an orchard of perfumed exotic fruits
Challenging the splendor of the courts of Olympos –
The lofty abode of the almighty gods.
Now, by the moored ships of the inland bay,
King Alkinoos and the good Phaiakians
Gathered together to arrange my homecoming.
Whereupon the kindly king ordered their finest
Craft and most seasoned crew to escort me
Across the winedark sea, Poseidon’s realm.

Then that congenial King Alkinoos, my host,
Decreed an athletic competition among
Their finest youth, an event held in my honor.
I observed in awe and admiration as the
Competitors vied for victory, godly in
Triumph and defeat. But this splendid hour
Was broken by Seareach, an arrogant firebrand,
Who, in brazen boldness, accused me
Of weakness of mind and body, a parasite
Off the unwary rich. This being no exception
That a man’s honor supersedes his life,
I bitterly accept his challenge,
Despite my wearied body – worn by the
Whims of the sea god Poseidon. In one
Effort I flung that discus with godlike
Strength, ten leagues farther than the
Closest Phaiakian. At that Seareach
Made genuine atonement and offered me
His finest weapon of war, a broadsword
Of bronze and ivory composite, worthy of
The forges of Hephaistos and the palms
Of Ares.

That night, sometime later, after radiant
Day had fled to the rosy west, harried
By Luna, Queen of the Night, Demodokus
The blessed minstrel ushered into the royal
Hall. At that instant my mind leapt back
Twenty years prior, to Ilion, at which my heart
Begged the divine minstrel to sing that protracted
And mournful tale. In respect he joyously
Accepted, the Muses beginning to
Feed him the words of that forlorn
Account. Tears hot and burning erupted,
That I could not suppress; my heart
Seemed pierced with pain by Artemis’s
Silver arrows dipped in fire. Yet
I dared not pry away my ears.

O dearest Penelope!
Sweeter than nectar of the gods
That saw my lips while entrapped
Upon Kalypso’s prison. My ear
And tongue dwell in Troy and
The countless perils since, but my heart
Mingles with yours in Ithaka and
Stands beside brave Telemakhos,
Who must now be a man. Arms
Joyously outstretched, eyes wringing
Profuse tears of rapture – that is how
I shall return to beloved Ithaka
And you, my wife, my Penelope.

Your husband,

Odysseus