The Cycle

Hera changed her form so often that Aphrodite found it difficult to keep pace with her.Bound by jealousy, hatred and sinful lust, she wanted her, loathed her and craved her with various degrees of inherently changeable emotions.

Right now,
Hera belonged to the Dusk.
To Rust.
And to trust.
Also Mistrust.

Strangle, push, pull and Rape.
Bind her hands with Steel Tape.
Devour her like Cronus into mangled shape.
Puke her out when tricked.

Let her rust.
To dust.
Sprinkle some poison.
Make sure all's in broad daylight.
Or the dead of the unholy nite.
Dusk, she must not step on.
Else all would be gone.

Thorns should grow where she lies.
Resurrected at every breath of shies.
'Eclipses' her Marigold desires.
Tattered and torn petals shall be burnt to coals.
None but none would play any roles.
Time and Time would carry her pitiable soul.
Wind would refuse her.
Lights shall not scroll.
Refuse to free.
In Maddening glee.
Rivers of death
Would queen her make.
Shovels and spades should her rake.
Barbs bespake.
In short.
Cocaine snort.
Red Dragon worshipped.
Entrails ripped.
Sovereign Retreat
Stench of filth.

Fullstop

Blood red rose oozes blood
Thorns the size of pins
Mixes with the liquid mockery of a life

They travel through the veins
Right into the black heart
Soul that was
Vanishes into thin air

No commas fullstop
Eternal silence that screams
With sound unheard

No rhythms not loud
Burning mushroom cloud
Skins alive those living in the shroud

Nothingness
Barely breathing
Clutching
Seething

Would not let the poem end
Eternal circle of life and death

No escape

Ode To Athena

Have you ever amidst Madness and Chaos thought of losing it all?
Unleashed terror, in the garb of the divine thunder, does it scare you?
Warrior Goddess…I wield my sword…
My Muse…my wondrous Athena…
I stand; my sword held high…in the blood thirsty Arena!

The two-horned Beast amidst the Mist
Creeps into my queer human abode.
I lay there as per the rules of the game
And silently call your name.

In abhorable lust at her proud bust
His blind green eyes and slimy form
Slips and slides through the dark night
His crooked teeth shine yellow bright
Almost with joy at impending Conquest.

Hell freezes over!
War’s first strike
Lay at both my sides.
Love claimed and unclaimed
Like a sheath reflecting his Medusa eyes.

Beat the Devil
Trick the Evil.
The evening star goes afar
To let me be and seek its light
Direction its destiny
Laughter and calm its form.

The smile against my smile
In playful glee
‘My evil devil’
Claims me

My Life a War Zone
My Love a heady moan
A North Star to stare and ogle at in hours of need and no need
A Drone
A sweet strawberry Cone
Burdens and Happiness
Chock- a-block Zone

Sticky Love

You make me high...
Blood red sticky love
The breaths fight a raging war
I mersmerize, I fantasize.

I squirm so very much against the strength of the storm
Nature bows,the oceans gorge
On a mouthful of orange setting sun

Hey you
The nights have your hue...