Ariadne Abandoned

She thought he was her Dionysos,

And she his Ariadne.

Yet there was no sacred marraige.

There was no bond,

Only her love pouring fourth

And he taking it greedily.

Indeed he was her Theseus,

Leaving her for dead.

This was a rare gift indeed.

She opened like a  flower in full bloom

Attempting to soak up sun, air, life

Two sides of a coin indeed

Dithyrambic and free.

No Dionysos, no Saint, no love.

breath quickening….how can this be happening?

tears, tears, more tears

just breathe.

count to five

gaze at the face that isn’t there

picture the amber eyes

touch of sadness, touch of love, touch of humility, touch of courage, touch of strength

softly ask him

“Why couldn’t you love me?”

Ariadne screams into the wind

which carries the sound and scatters it into thousands of pieces

Her gaze is wild

her skin caked with sand and salt

hair torn and matted

she screams for the ship

hoping he will turn back

But no, he is not her Dionysos

And she is simply

Ariadne Abandoned.

Zeu

O Zeu, how I’ve missed you!

The storm electrifies my senses, waking me from my despondency.

Days upon days of clouded skies and silent rains nullified me.

Now, at last, Zeus has awakened.

I dance in the rain, singing and laughing,

Wishing this day would never end.

Oh how I miss green and pink and red, yellow, blue….

Not soon enough will the flowers bloom.

Hera is content in her silent slumber,

Knowing the world will grant her everything she desires.

I often wish this contentment would come to me,

Ease my tension, soothe away the hurts.

O Zeu, awaken me!  I am ready for your thunder.

Too long has my inner being slept

Wondering when I shall be whole.

Today is a day of excitement.

O Zeu, my gratitude is boundless.

Tequila Round the Block

Warmth within and the perfect weather without
The breeze gently rubs my hair
My face aches from smiling too much
My heart’s soothed from the friends who are there
Deep blue glass in my hand
The bottle says something about ginseng

Tequila round the block

You were right all along
I was hiding something from you
What you didn’t realize was,
What I didn’t realize was,
The nature of my secret.

Tequila round the block

When I was a young kit
I rode my bike around the block
It was exhilarating, adventurous
My friends lived on the other side
We laughed and hugged and jumped
The freedom entailed seemed larger than it was

Tequila round the block

Walking into a strange party
I always held myself back
But around friends such as these
My heart was never so safe
And yet I hid it still
Afraid of the inevitable

Tequila round the block

My mind swirled in such a mess
I never knew how to act
I loved them all, they loved me
And yet I couldn’t realize it
I was young and naïve
Cliché, but true
Enough use of French

Tequila round the block

Now I’m so happy to have grown
Surrounded by such incredible people
At that time in life one becomes their own
A tinge of guilt always amasses
And yet I knew no better
Wisdom now penetrates me
Though living the ideal is the trick
I’m still that young blonde girl
In myriad ways

Tequila round the block

Reminiscence is such a beautiful sound,
Taste, touch, scent, and sight
I was loved unconditionally
By my urban family, my Stars
And I loved them unconditionally
Though I was never able to show it
I love them still

Tequila round the block

One more trip and I’ll be stumbling
But I feel so alive and safe
There is no danger, no malice
Just laughter and love
One more trip and I’ll be slurring
But I feel so confident and serene
This is a time I’ll always remember
A time when I was free

Tequila round the block

Sidney

It is a rare gift, the unopened flower

          Patiently awaiting its own bloom.

From budding to wilting

          From wilting to budding

It creates art as it lives

          As it dies

Transformation is its existence

          The cycles of life

                   Of death its routine

Saint Dionysus.  This is he.

          He is this rare gift, this orchid

A rare beauty in both substance and form

A depth so limitless and unfathomable

          That only the few recognize it.

He is both dark and vibrant

          Dark and vibrant as an orchid

          Dark and vibrant like me.

Living and dying are simply states of being

The details of existence matter not

The quality of existence is always striven for,

          The beauty,

          The substance

The orchid unfolds its petals and reaches out

          Towards all the unsuspecting admirers of art

This is a beauty they have never before imagined

          Never before dreamed

This is a beauty rare in sight

          In thought

          In time

This is Saint Dionysus

The orchid is he, both dark and vibrant

          Dark and vibrant like me.

Contrasting hues layered upon

          Contrasting mythological tales

A saint in honor of the only male child

          Born from father Zeus himself,

He walks untamed as ivy honoring

          Art, beauty, love, wine,

          Insanity and ecstasy:

          Two sides of a coin

Dark and vibrant is this Saint Dionysus

          Dithyrambic and free

          Dark and vibrant as an orchid

          Dark and vibrant like me.

Invocation

The Earth keeps spinning around the Sun

While my Mind orbits around my Heart.

The cold, damp Air wounds my Lungs,

And the Rain moistens my auburn Hair.

All the while a Yearning arises from within my Soul

For a Sleep that is sweet and full of Enchantment.

This Race I’m in seems trite and without Motion.

I must use my Sense and fold my Hand.

The Lotus sings softly in my Ear,

Beckoning my Strength to begin a new Path

Laden with all the Gifts I received at Birth

And throughout every Journey around the Sun.

 

O Heavenly Deities, hear this Invocation.

 

White-armed Hera: give me Confidence. 

Gray-eyed Athena: grant me Wisdom.

O Thunderer Zeus: give me Temperance. 

Twice-born Dionysos: grant me Art.

Love me once again for what I truly am.

Help me stand as the one born under Justice.

Support me, Argos-slayer Hermes, in my new journey.

Allow me to love, Aphrodite of the sea-foam.

 

Lotus-dweller Lakshmi, grant me fortune.

Heavenly-radiant Tiw, give me strength.

Grant me health, holy Sirona.

Give me a blessed destiny, infant-loving Dekla.

O how I wish to invoke all divinities

To help me stand and walk.

Zarya the heavenly bride, grant me honor.

Tushnamatay the mother of thought, give me meditation.

 

Gaia keeps spinning around Helios

While I long for Hypnos and the Oneiroi.