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The Myth of Christos

  Book I : Mysterie & Creation

  Book II : Titanomachy

  Book III : Legends

  Book IV : Book of Sisyphus

  Book V : Book of Prometheus

  Book VI : The Trials of Herakles

  Book VII : Olympiomachy

  Book VIII : Reminitions

  Book IX : Book of Dionysus

  Book X : Book of Christos


Preludium


  Of warmth-possess’d strength entomb’d

Was so great that creation

Such that Humans wish’d could be,

What would be called Eternal

5 In the Flame of Passivity.

For in heav’n was effulgently strung

The constellat’d wond’r of Beauty,

Not within her tradition’d garb of Iron,

But beheld to Gold resplend’d ;

10 He who was named Prometheus.


For this wised diadem placed ‘pon her,

Was strength innumer’d,

For man shant begot such royalty 

Lest is forgotten that absurdity

15 So cherish’d by Concepcion.


In the Mysterie unrent from that Helikon

Secresy was irrefut’d banality,

For such a Blaze as that of Life

Hadn’t seen placement in Humans,

20 And thro such liv’d in darkness

Thyne race of Man.


Thyne hero, guid’d in thy heart

Was bearer of the lamp of Agate,

Life blood conglob’d in the veins

25 And eddies of that human spirit

So beheld in that Box of Impatience

Of the first woman, Pandora.


O’ how wretch’d and twist’d

Was the spectre of man ! so

30 Wrong’d by Zeus, Tyrannie’s

Grandist Possessor of the third age

Of Gods and their rule.


Thus Zeus spake his laws 

So metallic and brazen :

35 “In many a strife is found 

“Those t’which I so destin’d in rule

“Would control & begot to a

“New race of Human.

“One beheld to no such wisd’ms

40 “Of flame or weapon ! obey’d 

“My rule with no thought or

“Rebel’ion to myne fist of Iron.

“Rul’d in none but my Kingd’m

“Of wised’m ! fear that which

45 “Clos’st holds thy Splendid,

“For it is in Love which corrupt’d

“Allegiances from dead Lords of Yore.

“Youth of rule cours’d in the generations 

“Of Man, and the Laws held Him on high,

50 “But this folly of Man destin’d to futility

“By hubris of the past, let Themis rend Justice ;

“Of that wretch’d and sin-bursting Prometheus !”


For regress’d were the lords of the Earth,

In that greatist victory illuminat’d ‘pon

55 Prometheus’s strength’ning influence ;

It was soughtn’t in humankind,

Until his Flame of Sin, 

The Fuzion against that old Lord ;

Who wish’d their ruined Edifice.



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Sonnets


Venus

Abash’d myne dearest, humbl’st, ponder’d soul,

Of o’erflowing sorrel draught ‘mid hearth,

Hath Thrysus bearer fennels which extol,

Wert hillocks dosed so floral in sweet birth :

Such somnolenting twinkling varlet dew,

Unerring lustral pneumic hoarfrost stars ;

It ‘twas that these reft lonely were not twos,

But chymicals uncozen’d, unabarr’d.

Dear Lapis t’which none pinion now attach’d, ,

Beleaguer’d pithy lions now aslant,

Achilles’ youth no filch to him bow latch’d,

Great Wisdoms of old Kings then mere raiment.

In hope sprung fêtes may blithe azure sing

Thro mantic auburn band ; great golden ring. 


Hera

Repining gross old shatter’d Genetrix,

Myne yester-time oft doth ye paramour,

Vain-glory ‘tis littoral cicatrix,

Reft Asphodels ‘mid kine so paean’d-fore.

Thyne celerity ‘tis such motley peal,

‘Til Chronus shent such pinion’d mind illumed,

With seisen rent such camomel piecemeal,

That hovel greatly suffer’d home consumed :

O’ docile hopes in stately compunctions,

Possessions compleating that temerity,

Biers lost like throngs of such consternations,

Let guilts for naught as targe be vagaries.

So pliant thy flux’d-riven threnody,

Made consanguine o’ myne Identitie!


Bellarmin

It dash’d ‘pon dark earthen-grasp’d shades of aire,

Forgotten diadems crown’d myne-loved coat ;

Such precious flakes cast so sweet twixt thyne haires,

What cherish’d delicate winds sew afloat !

Contempt o’ icy foe you so deceive,

In hither-nights thy frost dare grasps my soul

Tho bones may shatter, crackle, and bereave

In unforgone breadth strokes there lies thyne whole.

Thy Zephyrous laments of verdure creepe

That Poison of thyne mind that dread oak stone,

Into lost labyrinths frome such defeats,

Hath Fuzon died wyth sprites so frozen-rone.

So cast to march thee azure-spirit sings ;

O’ why ! such songs ; art thou merely a means?