Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Happy is he among men upon earth who has seen these mysteries!
It is generally accepted among historical scholars that the cult of Demeter and Persephone, or Kore, existed in Greece and the surrounding Mediterranean islands long before the traditional Olympian gods became entrenched. Her origins are Cretan . Like Aphrodite, the mother and daughter goddess represent a matriarchal form of fertility worship in the forms of crops and nature, and through this the cycle of birth, growth and death. This myth, however, has taken hold of imaginations from its evolutions into the Eleusinian mysteries of Ancient Greece, to the paintings of Victorian Europe, to today, each with their own distinctive takes and emphases on the story. Perhaps it is the fact that we know so little about the original tale of Persephone the daughter of Demeter, goddess of fertility, snatched
Untitled.A whisper,Untitled.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A voice, a murmur
She's afraid, confused,
She recognizes the sounds of his voice
The gentle hum carried by the wind,
The words are oh so familiar.
Is she dreaming?
It could be a nightmare
But it's impossible, it's all impossible.
The day before it happened
Sitting in the park
Everything was hazed pink, pink, pink
Everything was love.
His words, verbatum
"Forever never ends,
even when life is dead."
But it died, drowning.
I feel his whisper
Cold as the waters that took life away, away, away.
Cold as the stone of the grave.
"Forever never ends" he says,
Even though I'm dead.
Elegon FairytaleThe water was lonely. It ran from river to river, ocean to ocean, alone. Many of the creatures that lived in the water paid it no mind, continuing on with their own life, unaware of the water's. The water decided one day to make itself some companions, someone to flow and keep company with. The water watched many humans at its rivers and oceans and created, what the water called, Ulas based off of the females. Some were made of water while others were made of scales and flesh. The Ulas made the rain and took care of the sea and river life during the day, while they played all night.Elegon Fairytale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One night, the air passed by the river and saw the Ulas playing and dancing along the water. The air suddenly felt lonely, just as the water had. It blew through the lands all alone and decided that it could use companions as well. The wind called them Auras. The air, like the water, designed them as female humans made of air and flowing dresses. The Auras traveled with the wind and their domain was the sky
Do not.Do not tell me that you love me,Do not.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not something I want to hear.
Do not tell me that you need me,
That you want to hold me dear--
To you chest, so I can hear your heart beat,
Do not once for a moment,
Think that I am incomplete.
I'm fine, thank you, without you,
Without anyone holding me back
I don't really need you,
You're not something that I lack.
I lack a stable heart, you see,
Mine's different from the rest.
It doesn't need some silly affection,
To bring out its best.
It doesn't have a best, I'd say,
If I may be so bold,
It's cracked and charred and hollow,
It leaves you numbly cold.
Do not tell me that you love me,
I am in a paper town.
I'm empty, you can't save me,
It's best to let me drown.
Mind VomitI pixelate IcarusMind Vomit6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forfeit my counterproductivity.
Who needs rose tinted glasses
when you have
glazed eyes enamelled sighs
and sugarcoated insomnia.
I long for movie tomorrows
instead of these
xylophonic beclazone dreams.
I want to saturate the grey matter
without a hint of remorse.
I want to play the undersleeper,
pinning back my eyelids with
the idiolect of those I'd like to know better.
Do you want to hear my mind vomit or should I
just turn the page and start again...?
White Ballet ShoesEveryone watchWhite Ballet Shoes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She dances in the meadows
Sweet, white ballet shoes
Fairies DanceFairies DanceFairies Dance2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"The music is the wind that blows
while fairies spin on bare tiptoes,
and fireflies jewel up the night
reflecting fairies in their light."
(Dancing Fairies (Children):- C.J. Heck)
Flitting in on gossamer wings
That blink underneath the mourning moon,
Dancing as the crickets sing;
Morning sneaks up all too soon.
Watch them flit and flutter by
As the Weeping Willow grows.
See them dance like dragon flies,
Hear twinkles in the dead-night sky;
Prancing in their summer shows -
The music is the wind that blows.
'Round the toadstools they circle, bright,
Waiting for the moon's bright rays.
They'll dance and flutter throughout the night
While the moon is out to play.
Their music is the wind's soft song,
Hark how the gentle breeze doth blow!
Their tiny feet will not step wrong,
They know their place, where they belong;
Watch fireflies putting on their show
While fairies spin on bare tiptoes.
The Weeping Willow weaves in dance;
A Siren's CallA Siren's Call2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Visions of madness shimmer in silvery skies
Horizons of passion drown in timeless beauty
There is a voice so pure that can melt a Sun,
a fragrance so luring that can reap mortal breath
Once thou hath gazed into the eyes of a Siren,
love befalls in a kiss, upon whispers of death
An endless ocean swirls, ethereal waves bewail
the sound of her cry haunts eons of dreams
In the deepest abyss, my soul shall forever sail
For a thousand years, I drifted in her song
lost in restless fever of wanton seas
Gently I reached towards her long silvery hair;
embroidered in tempest of Love's odyssey
Tears of sapphire jewel oceans deep ...
luminous thoughts seeking the nectar of bliss
Among flesh and shadows, I crave evermore
Lips unveiled, blackness approaches
my destiny entombed by the Siren's lore
When the world turns forever still,
only the sound of her fleeting whispers remain,
like echoes of rain, suspended over the sea
Arthur Crow © 2012
Moonlit EnchantmentsFaeries alight upon the 'shroomsMoonlit Enchantments2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gossamer wings glow under the moon
Delicate laughter tickles the ear
Creatures of magic start to draw near
Hush watch the fairytales of old come alive
Who on children's imaginations they've thrived
The moon is full they start to dance
Enchantments lull you into a trance
The sun gives the horizon a gentle kiss
As they disperse, you know you'll miss
The faeries alight upon the 'shrooms
With gossamer wings that glow under the moon
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
What is Democratic Socialism?What is Democratic Socialism?2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Democratic socialists believe that both the economy and society should be run democraticallyto meet public needs, not to make profits for a few. To achieve a more just society, many structures of our government and economy must be radically transformed through greater economic and social democracy so that ordinary Americans can participate in the many decisions that affect our lives. Democracy and socialism go hand in hand. All over the world, wherever the idea of democracy has taken root, the vision of socialism has taken root as welleverywhere but in the United States. Because of this, many false ideas about socialism have developed in the US. With this pamphlet, we hope to answer some of your questions about socialism.
Doesn't socialism mean that the government will own and run everything?
Democratic socialists do not want to create an all-powerful government bureaucracy. But we do not want big corporate bureaucracies to control
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"Secrets of the Djinn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wander you far across lands, forest & desert sea
Or dream you deep in a cloudless sky ...
Yet a presence looms & beckons, spirits unseen
For they are the Djinn, silent and ever watching,
embalmed into seasons of mortal blood-flow
And beware, for I shalt not speak of this again,
lest darkness unto thy flesh they quest and sow
Eons adrift in smokeless fire did they slumber...
Befallen to Earth's domain, they undressed fate
The Djinn, ancient dwellers humans would fear
Betwixt worlds they linger, shimmering in fire
Thru parallel dimensions they reach, seducing
dreams and reality, life... You!
Peering eyes thru the veil of time and space;
shape shifters of any form, stalk and hunt
Thoughts & flesh canst not escape their magick
Besieged and shadowed, the human race
til they are sent back to whence they came
And death became a wanton treasure,
where Angels pillage & Demons lust in flame
"You should never have come human"
The Sore Of A Deaf PoemAnother crumpled sheet thrown on the floor,The Sore Of A Deaf Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another shout, a thud, because she can't get rid of the sore,
The deaf poem of her broken heart is maybe too degraded,
She's not able to write it down, her soul is jaded,
The phrases of her life are burning on the inside,
A description about the moment when her dreams died,
It's smashing her heart and her tired mind.
From nowhere she hears a sardonic voice,
"- You're not able to hear the words anymore, in fact you never really did,
You have shed some scraps on pages, lies your soul to feed with",
She covered her ears, closed her eyes,
To stop hearing the demonic voice she tries,
"- Shut up!" she yelled again like every day,
It's impossible to escape this abomination that came in her way.
Maybe this is an already lost fight,
A decommissioned road to the healing light,
Her pathetic flounder makes no sense,
She's laying on the floor holding a broken pen.
Torn by the fall from grace,
She will leave behind just a bloody trace,
BabyBaby2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Baby wipe your tears,
let go of all your fears.
Let me take your pain,
and put it in my pocket.
I'll put a lock on it.
You'll never have to see it again.
Let my hold you close,
and wrap my arms around you.
Let me warm you up,
and take away the cold
and put it in my soul.
I'll take away your anger,
Your not a hater baby,
your a lover.
I'll take the hate,
and reform your fate.
I'll put your anger in my fist
and crumble it into bits.
Let me take your sorrow
and throw it away.
You'll never see it again.
Let me kiss you on the lips,
I'll hold your hand,
and put a smile on your face.
Let me color your heart
I'll push away the darkness
and let the light shine through.
I'll walk you out of the shadows
and bring you to the sun.
I'll walk you onto the moist grass
and take you away from the desert.
I can do so much for you.
If you were to give me the chance.
I can love
and love you right.
Let me show you,
you don't have to be lonely,
because I'm right here standing
Beautiful ContradictionOne of my favorite places to beBeautiful Contradiction2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is also my worst fear
All the life I see
Is shadowed by the death here
The waves call me
Begging me forward
Into the sea
Only to drag me downward
What a beautiful contradiction
It's hard to tell the difference
Between death and life
Day and night
Sinking to the bottom
It was you, not them
Beauty turns to scars
Can't erase these marks
Save me from what I've done
Save me from the monster I've become
Swallowed by the ocean
I'm calm, I'm calm
My heart is broken
This is how I move on
It's better this way
I'm out of the picture
No longer causing you pain
Thinking of you now
A tear rises to the surface
SoulmatesSoulmatesSoulmates3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I see her face when my eyes are closed
She lives in my heart and I in hers
My dark-haired beauty, my soulmate
A lifetime of love; given, accepted
Cherished beyond measure
A love so deep it creates its own space
Where none other dare intrude
A love story for the ages
But some stories are never written
Never put to the pen
For others to marvel and sigh over
To shine through the future as beacons
Of the truth of love
She died before we met
These are the great love stories never written
Lives lived out in the sorrow of the soul
Do Not CryDo not stand at my grave and weep:Do Not Cry4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly fallen snow;
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the grateful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
BECAUSE OF YOUBECAUSE OF YOU!BECAUSE OF YOU2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanna dance, jump and sing
spend my whole time just dreaming
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I've got butterflies in my stomach,
and the sun in my heart
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I feel elated, joy drunken, pleased
Bubbling over with happiness anyway
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I wanna hug the whole world
kissing, caress lovingly, holding it in my arms
BECAUSE OF YOU!
Finally i can smile again,
feeling like doing thousand and one things
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I enjoy a new lease of life,
looking ahead, knowing everthing will get fine
BECAUSE OF YOU!
For the courage, the smiling,
the feeling like doing thousand things
the happiness, the fluttering butterflies,
the dancing, jumping and singing
I THANK YOU!
Why is There a God?Why is there a God?Why is There a God?7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What makes Him there?
Why is he powerful?
Why does he care?
What if God is evil,
Everything bad you see?
With all the evil here,
It's not far-fetched to me.
What if God is weak,
And just trying his best?
Every bit of evil,
Is him failing his test.
What if God is lonely,
And wishes he could talk?
Envies the humans,
That on Earth walk.
What if God is uncaring,
More important things to do?
He isn't at all worried,
What happens to you.
What if God is overwhelmed,
With everything he knows?
He tries to block it out,
Ignoring where it goes.
What if God is sleeping,
And will wake up late?
Soon he'll realize,
This effect on fate.
What if God is focused,
And can't see the world?
Too busy helping,
The praying little girl.
What if God isn't real,
And your religion is fake?
I have to wonder,
What difference it would make.