Eksistensialisme, English, Puisi

Mindmare

If your mind needs to wander let it read
If your mind needs to rest let it sleep
If your mind needs both let it dream
But never let it idle for an idle mind is a crazy mare

And in the day to the sun it will stare
And in the dark it will unleashed nightmare
Thus, tame it with passion, compassion, faith or medication
Ride it through the open field, sea, and sky
Find your way to play
As long as you live you stay

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Obelos

In your sleep I found
the five rivers of the underworld

Your lips, as sweet as ródi paliá
the fruit of Persephone, as she sang
with the song of your heartbeat,
and with it came Charon and his boat,
to take me, from river Acheron to beyond

I caressed your hair, strings of spirits
woven by the weird sisters

Every time you got anxious
and took one of those strings
someone died, and lost
to the river Styx

That was how powerful you are, my vvitch, my Dionysian Nymph

As I watched you drifting in slumber
I closed my eyes and still I found you
on Phlegethon, the river of fire
where you took my hand,
and taught me to dance

And in that dance, I knew your name:

L, was for Lethe
the river of forgetfulness
where I drank to oblivion
to put all burden and sadness
and froze them in Cocytus,
the river of burning ice, where
treachery and lies were kept
in Tartarus, with other Titans

As you drifted, I drifted
five rivers, took me to Hades
the outcast, the most beautiful God
the beholder of the truth
and the master of the only
real thing ever existed:
Death.

He touched my face and and I smiled
because he, the estranged God,
was the sinister who matched you and me
in the wheel of destiny and fate

He created Love not by cupid’s arrow,
but built it carefully, with pain and sorrow,
broke everything we know
no fear of tomorrow
just the magic of now
and the happiness we sow