Ambrosia~

~are we that sweet o' gods of old?~

Killing me

softly

sunny side up

yolk drips

from the corner of your toast

vanilla ice cream

white cloud spread

in espresso sky

I pour my muse into the sea

for the shores of Crete

scrambled

molten reverie

killing me

softly

with his wrongs

coddled

figments

of our own machinations

our mystifying mortality

ambrosia

for gods;

if I slip behind the curtain

during Act II

will you jump the stage

with me

into our own banquet

by the shores

of a parallel Crete

far away  

from another dreadful play

with another dreadful ending?

 

 

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Author's Note

~sometimes happenstance tastes so contrived from the periphery of reason~I wonder if we are but sweet sips of playthings for ancient gods~ "Move her there, move him there. This is going to be divinely tragic! Make some popcorn, Athena! Get beer Aphrodite!"
just on of a million lightspeed thoughts of my wandering mind~

Reviews

[dovetailer]

who doesn't wish to slip our skin...go to another place...a parallel universe...
where we can spectate us here eating stale popcorn and watered down beer...
no frustration pain, disappointment. Of course...we assume it is better there than where we are...what if it's worse?
I think we are just pawns in a godly game of chess.where we have to prove our mettle by the moves we make...it is within our power to dominate...to have our opponent in a strangle hold...but we weary as we strive and worry of the outcome...
one only has to read about the trials of Job to understand the game at play...an opponent who only want to see us fall and a mentor who helps us take the blows and persevere...
I'd like to think our friend beyond is not as bellicose as we might fear...more compassionate than anyone we've known, and the source for all the beautiful words that pour out from you sentient heart onto the page...
I love your thoughts and your musings...
Life is the scenery on the way to our destination...

[Pax Analog]

In reference to your Act II closing query, sure, just let me check my non-existent schedule book. . . :-)

Cunning flux of love's desired "killing" w/the slaying of banality and the Kosmic fascistic games of bored gods, slipping the nooses of hierarchical reality configurations.

Seems to me that very flux erases the problematics of "you" and "me" and "gods" -- what else is a stubborn Nondualist gonna say? ;-)

As always you stimulate thoughts of what mythology is and isn't, what the thought-image's relationship to the sky is, and what the topsy-turvy possibilities are.

Buddhic thought remains impressively elegant re the simultaneous illusoriness and precious gravitas of human incarnation and the simultaneous grandeur and inflatedness of the gods -- hence the primacy of the cool full Void.

Meanwhile, on a parallel Crete, I drink m'lady's delicious ambrosia. . .

[AlieahRose]

IT MAKES ME HUNGRY...
FOR FOOD THEN MORE...
THIS WAS VERY INTO YHE MOMENT...
I LOVE IT...

[Crowley]

I am thinking of making a run for it...are you with me? We will make our own world, and eat candy any time we want and go swimming in the canal....well?

[Lachenille Papillion]

YES

[Aven]

I would make people reenact my favorite movies... but everyone would be dressed as puppies in scoobagear... or... great write! ^.^

[No use.]

puppets, playthings, any source of laughter, amusement, if we are their creations, we may very well be............ :O

[Ed Hart]

if Ali had been a sly blond poet instead of an artist of motion, she would have been knocking us out like this, gently

[Maurice]

When I saw the opening "Killing me", I wondered where this would go. It was a great "hook" opener; the following story held my attention throughout. And as always, your use of language made it all the more enjoyable.

[Jonathan Ballam]

I enjoyed the storyline here...not to mention the vivid and intoxicating word play.

Thanks for sharing...I seem to enjoy your shorter poems more for some reason.

[David W Moore III]

achhhhh
my brain just exploded!
loved it!