gods
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Too many think that they are GodToo many think that they know GodToo many think that they see GodToo many talk like they know GodToo many sinsToo many SatansToo many prosecutors
Our brutish bullets' babble
Battered this cathedral,
Corroded ancient heavens
That dawned in its arching dome,
Crumbled blue-veined marble,
Shattered angels' sorrow,
As gods began to groan.
Drawing out my pains in Thursday morning when I've found my world
Crashed and still bleeding, but I'm alright, I'm unscathed
Or rather, my world has found me
Chosen me today
Long lost lovers reunite at break
A world free from woes, a world without pain.
From every passing night to every blooming day,
The warmth of the sun distants itself from the age.
Many times I brood alone
Thinking of the world’s melancholy mourning
Bearing the weight of creation
Upon my hateful human heart,
Until a presence fills me
Twilight of the godsNo, we are the dunes;with flimsy crust,with grass and scrub,we hope to holdagainst the dry,the drift from shifting winds.
I don't believe in them
But there are gods
Gods which can only dream of finding someone like you
Someone who listens so closely
That their head pounds like a breaking dam
Waves crashing over the sides
I do not belive in them
But there are gods amongst us
Covering their ears
Trying to block out the sins of this world banging against their skulls
I am no saint
But I wish I could be your angel
Èṣù,
I remember you incited my triskaidekaphobia
after striking me as I stood, dead
center, in a vacillating road
On the eve of my thirteenth birthday.
The water roars and the earth shakes,
The wind blows harsh and the thunder crackles across the sky.
The water roars and the earth shakes,
The wind blows harsh and the thunder crackles across the sky.
My name is OSHUN,
I am my own queen, I am my own God,
I have my own kingdom to run,
Stuck in this changing world, with changing rules,
loses its taste of fun,
The gods are long forgotten,
Mankind pushing them away in selfish pursuits,
The gods remain though, never abandoning foolish man.
The attentive eye may catch them,
Hiding in plain sight.
Zues, the captain of the football team
Iris, the prettiest most popular girl, with a smile like a beam.
Eros, the charm and spell cast upon them.
The year is 2019 and the world is modern.
Most have lost the beilef that the world is flat, though some still often wonder.
We account for illness and celestial beings with science
At the dawn of creation, as the gods formed a hundred million galaxies, there also formed with them our blazing and bold sun.
This newly formed orb began to rise from the horizon line of our Earth,
Princess peach was selected by Thor ,
Loki dosent want to play any more,
Thor was passing by a mile,
loki was still stuck on the trial,
the brothers where playing Mario Kart,
The Gods are dead
if you ask the world.
They died a long time ago,
leaving little more than words behind.
But those who know,
can see them everywhere.
Thor is in the smell of the rain.
The Uber was early
And more radiant than expected
From it rope ran
Into the setting sky’s Cerulean canvas
Tugging what I don’t know,
Through all the myths of the past
And on every last sheet
Not a single soul has scribed
That Zeus was an athlete
As powerful he was
Before he was the Norse God of Thunder
Thor was the older brother of Loki
Before Loki, Thor would often wonder
How having a smaller brother would be.
Would they play baseball or ride their scooters
with the intelligence of a god,
for whom intelligence is the base,
it would hardly seem odd,
if she got red in the face,
when with the click of some keys,
at a relatively quick pace,
I am Art,
As one might see,
In your soul rests part of me.
Painting, writing, dance, and more,
From pastel flowers to bloody gore.
Hephaestus, Athena, Apollo,
Nuska, Kothar-wa-Khasis, Lono.
Zeus is born in Crete,
he grows up to be quite an athlete.
Populated the cosmos even though married,
he tailed it all including fairies.
There are no boundaries for this philanderer,
Atlas you fool,
let go of the sky
The night carries on , and shines thousands of lights
Or so they said, millions of years ago
Won't you, young God, just let go though?
Be a new being
Three Brothers, singing of powerful truths.
One was Metal. One was Pop. and the Other Blues.
Together they formed a Trinity. Singing of ballads and tunes.
One brother of Thunder, and the other swayed by the moon.
Feeling power rushing through my veinseverything that happens lately makes me just insanewhen i punch an opponent he momentarily faintsundefeated barehand but also i have blades
Here I sit...
Underneath the glory of my sunshine...
But I'm about to throw a fit...
For I am in a bind!
I cannot catch a tan,
For even though I am a god,
The sun is not a fan...
Vishnu sits at his writing desk
Gada switched for a pen;
Dreams, reality, it’s the same to his editors.
Lakshmi works at the bank,
Perpetually searching for a scapegoat to blame,
containing all answers if humanity still heard their name.
Reason for destruction and poverty quickly explained,
The girl with silky smooth hair
The girl with a messy bun
The girl with no hair at all
She is in all of us
The girl with designer clothes
The girl who wears hand me downs
In New York, above the empire state tower
Zeus lays in Olympus
Brooding; bored as ever
He looks down on the city
An idea forms in his mind
Rain clouds with intensity
pour down on mankind
There once was a worlds, where theys, for live, were gone
The home you lived in, life mild, or did you think it was
Love? Justly so, or where to worlds could be, and life was
but that these, were of our people, We.
the people paused, mulling over history's words, then asked, "and what is the sun? does it die at night when our cities collapse and our people smother it with their own versions of history? or does it
They call me Medusa,
a monster forgotten; and here? No katharevusa.
The fickle-eyed ancient damned my life in a proxy fight;
jealous? Of what, the rape of an innocent acolyte?
The lust of a capricious potency,
And the Gods came down
They fell to earth like raindrops
Quick and hard
Basking on raggedRocks, amassed with smashed wrecks, theseCreatures, lure ships, thatPass their abandoned cove, withDeadly, beautiful singing
I am Hercules the son of zues
i am stronger than any mortal man
i am the male dream of how a man should be right?
His hand runs down my thigh.
My prayers have been answered.
I bow before Him, longing to taste ambrosia and sin.
I beg before Him, longing to be let in.
He smiles that godly smile,
Angels and Demons are so over used.
People say you're one or the other,
People say you dress or seem like one or the other.
My years through hisghschool taught me,
Neither of these exist.
There is good.
I don't need a Hercules who is in love with himself
I don't need a Zeus who will just prop me up on the shelf
I don't want Hermes since he's always on the run
Growl of the Gods- [Title provided by Bravo Blane]-Stella D’Vine
I sit there looking down, a permanent scowl upon my face.
I rip at the ground, my nails digging into the soft mud, pulling the grass out of the root.
You reach for me in the dark
Warm hands knead my heart
You whisper softly
Baby you’ve got me
You hold me in dreams
Is this as real as it seems?
I want to stay like this forever
We are two different sides of the same soul
This I say to you, my friend
Lover’s Lane shall never end
When we are finally together again
And I’ll let you know one thing is true
Sun lost, Demeter’s tears,
For so the land hath slumbered here,
For the once warm air now dull and queer,
Stop! Something rustles in the dark,
Hark! Someone approaches like a lark.
There was a documentary on the History channelIt was about how all the gods worshiped throughout all time by all people were the same godHow Zeus was the same as Jupiter, and how Jupiter was Thor and how Thor was Jesus
I still belive that I can fly.
Secretly I have wings,
that strech aross the sky.
Sometimes I pay too much attention to these things.
I still think that to be "flawless."
Sympósion
By Ima Ríos
Pachamama and Changó
are dancing in the middle of the river
crying out loud
to the wheeping of the crickets.
Ixcheli joins them in the extasis of Baco.
Sweat pours down bodies in streams,
Blood is caked between the toes of feet,
Of the men chosen for honor redeemed.
Swords doused in red ink,
Shields reflecting the suns gleam,
Cry out your call,
Sweet, dear Mulciber
God of iron and forge
Hear my plea, humble as I am
and answer me with conviction.
Because I have a stalwart heart,
because my courage exceeds my breath
In the realm of gods and men
Man shall prosper, god will end
Broken mind, strong will is bent
Soul is freed, body now spent
So stand and pretend
And embrace as if friends.
