Lucifer’s Merth
Try along these sacks for proof of feral merriment,
in stilled eyes and on carnal graves. All whose rotting
limbs are well studied in 'ologies of human squander-
Red with laughter, plucked with all caving souls and
anger. Gasping, so, with lewd amusement of the dead
in jest.
Muspelhiem froths forth with cold hearts, lusting of
mortal slaughter. I've seen the men whose vial looks a
barrel‒ whose foaming mouths, birthed-stillborn of
Sheol and all it's unebbing horrors, can't restrain the
joy of culling. Hate creation‒ worship crude insemination,
ravished toward the making of wilful immolation.
But what casket of pleasant delirium, brings deaths to
child's eyes‒ no wars of misfortune must be murder
of a playful kind. Hecatombs, artistic as day‒ homes
like Tophet for children to play. But whose poison
to kill me sooner, under Black Suns and darkened
hearts, as Lucifer capers down the burrow.
life, or something
Hello!
I've never written a journal-like post thingy (aside of my introduction post) but I feel the need to write one, just to leave it sitting at the top of my profile so that all of you lovely Prosers, old and new, can know why I might not be as active as I usually am. I'm not saying my absence will be permanent, but I do need some time to focus on life and figure things out.
A lot of not-so-pretty things have happened lately and it's a bit chaotic. Working and going to school full time has been crazy enough as it is, but recently, my mom tried to commit suicide. While she survived the attempt, she killed two of our family dogs in the process: one by forced drug overdose, and the other by impact trauma when she took him with her and jumped off an overpass. Now, I'm not here to tell you guys all the gruesome details because there's way more to it than that, and believe me. It's pretty darn gory. I just wanted to provide a general idea of what's been going on.
I don't have much of a relationship with my mom, but I'm very close with my dad. They've been separated for some time but not divorced, and unfortunately, this entire situation has made it financially impossible for my dad to divorce my mom without filing for bankruptcy. My mom's boyfriend is also trying to accuse my dad of attempted murder by verbal abuse/coercion (absolute ridiculous hogwash, seeing as I'm in possession of her suicide note that clearly states it was 'her decision alone') and wants to try and sue my dad to pay my mom's medical bills. Good gargantuan grief.
Long story short, I'll be spending a significantly less amount of time on Prose to help my dad and focus on a few other priorities until this entire mess blows over, or at least calms down. I love you all honey-bunches, and I'll try to check in when I can to read all of your lovely work and post a few lines of my own, if I can find my voice amidst life's turmoil.
Until then, hugs & puppies! <3
Sincerely,
a Zia
With Love All Now Grows
In the garden
There lies a rose
Whose petals blossom
When? Nobody knows
In the forest
There stands a tree
Whose leaves unfurl
When no one can see
In the ocean
There swims a whale
Who breaches the surface
When? Just in a tale
You are my love and my life
But like the rose and the tree
You only reveal yourself
When tended carefully
Come into my arms, love
And there you will find
A nurturing world that
Will treat you in kind
Now in the garden
There blooms a rose
Whose petals blossom
Each time the wind blows
Now in the forest
The tree stands so tall
Its leaves reaching upwards
Its branches don't fall
Now in the ocean
The whale swims so free
It breaches the surface
Wherever it might be
Come into my arms, love
And there you will find
A nurturing world that
Will treat you in kind
#songlyrics #challenge #poetry #amwriting
