God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer Of the patient year, Where---where slept thine ire, When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath, Thy laurel, thy glory, The light of thy story, Or was I a worm---too low crawling for death? O Delphic Apollo!
The Thunderer grasp'd and grasp'd, The Thunderer frown'd and frown'd; The eagle's feathery mane For wrath became stiffen'd---the sound Of breeding thunder Went drowsily under, Muttering to be unbound. O why didst thou pity, and beg for a worm? Why touch thy soft lute Till the thunder was mute, Why was I not crush'd---such a pitiful germ? O Delphic Apollo!
The Pleiades were up, Watching the silent air; The seeds and roots in Earth Were swelling for summer fare; The Ocean, its neighbour, Was at his old labour, When, who---who did dare To tie for a moment, thy plant round his brow, And grin and look proudly, And blaspheme so loudly, And live for that honour, to stoop to thee now? O Delphic Apollo!
A small cairn, built under August moon, Stood tests of time. Chess they did play - with wintr'y gusts. Fence did they - showered in Spring's soft pollen. Beneath all toils the tiny cenotaph held. 'Till one day observ'd by youth amid campaign And taken for guidance.
apollo.
Author: Connor Sean McMurrick Crow
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Date: 27/02/2020
№ 1153365
Dear Apollo,
Sing to me the harmonies Of your resounding truth
Teach me how to live with the light Of your heliocentric life
Mend my messy human heart with Your strong yet gentle hands
Show me how to fight like a god With your bow of silver
Strum me the way you play your golden lyre On starlit evenings by the sea
Let me kneel before you and worship you In the ruins of your temple
And every morning When your trot along the clouds on your chariot To bring the sun across the sky Look down and find me,
Age Old Invocation Of the Philosophers Stone Morning Lady... That's Right... Mornin' Dawns Past Night Already Fallen and Dissolved Night An Addiction to Falling So True Woman Like the Night You Are Throwing Yourself off the High Dive Again and Again, Backwards Now, Just for Fun Astronaut Tossed From the Third Dimension Weeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Oh Yeah... Backwards Now Makes It Easier To Dream Rockets Lift Off Always A Favorite Where Else would you take a Girl on a Date Come on PINK PurrL I can't change Lady I Was A Born Black Robe with A White Fuselage Shiny Silvery Starlight Black Robes Made For Holding Galaxies Moonbeam Dark A Fullness Made For Soft Caresses You sure would Look pretty Against the Twinkles In my Heaven Lullabie. Lullabie.
On Apollo Beach blvd, I saw a man kissing his wife goodbye and thought of you
We made marks on our bodies Like iron to paper, We burned with the ashes of sunlight and all the little things You used to tell me at night, I remember waking up so often just to hear your siren voice And when the wind broke, it broke for good. We were lovers, we were angels, we were nothing more than cracked jars On coffee tables. I know that we broke our spines bending over backwards for this one, I know we hurt our wrists in the process, I know we didn't make it but I promise you, we can rebuild what we broke.
You left and you flooded my veins, I saw a hole in your heart, I saw my face in there somewhere And I said lover, open your doors, I'll break this down for you. But it's closing and I can see the gaps healing perfectly, I will rip the the flesh from my bones to keep you from recovering. Somewhere I exist, somewhere my name is in your chest. I saw you stitch it up and over again in the morning, The water was in your hands. We came with a shoval to burry our guilt in the dirt and We leave in shapes of broken glass, I can fix this.
I hold my vows between my teeth, Look at them hanging. I will rewrite them over until I have covered every inch of your skin. Distance took a part of me and sailed in across the ocean, I will write these vows to touch what I have not felt. The water is dripping from your hands, Look what you've done to our lungs, You've been screaming at the roadside, I saw the tar in your blood.
But keep my name inside your throat And let it sink into your skin, I will reach inside and grab it when You are draped in love from him.
I loved you, it was etched into the trees, I heard your voice inside the smoke And caught your breath between the breeze.
Sometimes i find you at the bottom of wine bottles Sometimes i see you when i close my eyes (even behind my eyelids you burn so brightly)
I'd say sorry but you wouldn't hear me (do you ever? ) So i yell "what's the point? " And you look at me Right At me And i don't need your pitying pity eyes Stop looking at me that way I will never deserve that type of attention
Someday we will stand at the ruins And you will hold the charred remains in your hands And you will tell me "there is nothing in life that isn't Worth saving. "
I wanted to hold you, To touch you, To make everything better; To tell you i love you Over and over Like a broken record If only you could allow me
'make everything better', i said. If only i'd had realized - You burn when you touch the sun.
