Dionysus
“Ah, my master, Dionysus. I drink to your health, your wealth and your Godly stealth. You are highest among Gods, oh grape one!
God of wine; God of fruit and God of fruitfulness. God of fertility, though when feasting on the fruits of your grape, we find it hard to be fertile – hardly able to rise to the occasion. Unlike your esteemed thyrus, wound with ivy and dripping with honey, I – a mere mortal – am unable to drip my honey from my own thyrus, as my staff falls limp after several barrels of your sacred wine.
Though the maiden may be naked and wound around my thyrus – urging my staff to rise and send lightning through her body, in imitation of your father, the great Zeus, the power of your grape overcomes all my manly desires and though I dance and sing in ritual ecstasy and virtual insanity, I can raise nothing more than a smile – and my voice, as I sing your praises in drunken celebration.
Through the power of your wine, I lose my ability to make the maiden moan –and am reduced to making her whine.
That is my sacrifice to you, Dionysus…”
Recorded Poem
This is new for me, although, many years back I had a program somewhat similar, yet not the same.
One of my Prose friends, Mnezz, recorded a song on this site, for a challenge I have. After listening, I thought, “Why not give this a shot.”
So, I have made my shot.
If you like this, and want to see more, I can do so, but at best, I’ll only do one a week.
But trust me on this, I tried to incorporate music into this and it just wasn’t working. It sounded too tinny.
Now,, instead of reading this time around, you have but to listen.
This is titled: The Harmonica Man
https://voicespice.com/Player.aspx?c=p&h=53DFB16B&j=18D276
Note: This was actually put into the Portal, Spoken Word, but doesn't show up that way in the post.
aftertaste of your poison words: lies, lies, lies all they were
lies, lies, lies.
freshly picked lies you handed me-
wrapped in sickly sweet promises &
loving, sugary clarity; tell me, was your
intention to hurt me or control me? 'cause
after eating your bittersweet words, i
can no longer feel anything.
lies, lies, lies.
is all i can think now, when you
run across my mind. perhaps, if i
knew early on, i could've stopped you.
yes, yes, yes.
you told me,
names are a dangerous reality.
but that didn't
stop me from asking for a taste of
yours: went down easily once you
gave it to me, didn't turn toxic 'till
i began digesting everything with it.
yes, yes, yes.
savory plans painted our midnight,
stars acting like flashlights as we made
shadow puppets with our hands interlaced
& held up in the sky.
lies, lies, lies.
your words then were,
darling, we can last a lifetime.
at last, you broke my protective walls,
so damn easily. but now that it all comes
crashing down, the poison spreading so
my heart's slowly dying; yes, yes, yes
i hate you now that i, realized i once loved
you & wanted to last a lifetime.
Taste of Your Words
*read aloud as spoken word*
One taste of your words and I was hooked. They lingered, stuck between my teeth, my tongue tasting them long after you’d gone. They became my drug of choice, the high I never stopped chasing. I was an addict, you my supplier. Out of your mouth spilled silvery pools of heroin, cascading into my veins, flowing through my body, filling me, feeling everything and nothing, and never wanting to not feel that way again. Look what you did, leaving track marks across my mind. They were me and I was them. A poison I believed to be the antidote to a sickness called life. And I forgot a world without them. A world without you. What made me feel alive was slowly killing me, and when you left I wish it would have. Your words may have hurt me, but the pain of silence is unimaginable. My body rejected this state of withdrawal. Give him back it said. Give me one more hit just one more high. Punishing me as I lay shaking on the bathroom tile, salty tears dripping like acid down my face. Give him back. My skin was sweaty, but I was freezing, my clammy hands aching for yours. My chest was on fire, and my lungs were drowning. My brain was screaming Please end it. End it right now, I am begging you. I finally understood people who said there are worse things than death. When you left my system, I was clean and I was free, but I was alone. Being an addict almost killed me, but I found sobriety is not a life worth living if falling off the wagon means falling in love.