Through Time....the devastation of Wars

 

War has always the cause of devastation through the ages of man. Every age has played a part in the useless killing of and savagery against mankind.

Devastation of War

To war to war warmongers cried beating drums in disarray
marching orders came and went none of it was heaven sent 
The doings of those mad for power
The paths along the soldiers marched were muddied up by booted feethorses neighed and pawed the ground
A bloody sight for all to see 

Rape and pillage fire and scorn for human life went on and on
Across the land now dark and torn bloody streams where once did flow clean fresh water 
Forests where trees are broken stumps green shining countryside now bare and burned smouldering fires shudder

The Gods look Down

Neptune his trident sharp

The war hath endeth now they say
The fight is over all can see
Won by heroes who stood their ground
Whilst all around them others fell
And then a mighty cry went up to Heaven

Beseeching all the Gods to look at the destruction far below

Zeus mightiest of them all whose name brought awe
Nepture God of water and the sea his trident sharp
And Hera Goddess of Women, Queen of the Gods her beauty quite sublime
Diana Goddess of the Moon her brother Apollo God of the Sun
In this divinity profound they stood watching the antics of mere man
So laughable and petty it was to Them

Supreme were they these Gods Beings divine and bright
That on them no man could look without becoming blind

Gods supreme

And yet reflected in their shields
Was all the soldiers saw
Their shields of molten iron
Their swords of golden ore
Each made for them
By smithies bold
Who knew their job damn well

Xerxes and the Immortals

In bygone days when this took place
They had been chosen by the King 
He knew the strife was yet to come
And be prepared he would

He sat upon an iron throne his glittering armour strong
Around him they did stand the Immortals men of Persia all were they
Trained so highly men of men
Ensuring who came near the king would die instead
Xerxes this rule did make

Around him there stood many men
And many women too
All vying for a place
At court
It mattered not who they were
Their colour or their race

So they rode out
Planning ways to discover
Resolutions good and proper
To help mankind his journey home
With good intention
Doing, Being and Saying

It mattereth not

From whence they came
And where they go
It matters not to me

I have no time
For what they do
Or what they say
A bucket full of shit 
It is

Through all these platitudes
And words pages galore
I am just being me

Sometimes I am angry
Sometimes am sad
Always loving
No matter what
They all add up to me

for I AM....
No other way to BE...

Memories of Long Lost Loves

Many of us call it deja vu when we recognize a place or person as if we have been there before. I call it past lifetime stuff too and this is about such....enjoy

You and I

Memories of Long Lost Loves

If you and I should meet 
Upon a busy street
Would we stop and say hello
Remembering from so long ago

If you and I should see each other
Across a crowded room
Would we each other recognize
As we were before

Together Before

If you and I on car or bus or train
Would catch a glimpse
And know immediately
That we had been together
In a different form

If you and I would catch a glimpse
Out of the corner of our eyes
A knowing deep profound would arise
Of knowing so sublime

When we our separate ways did go
Remembering little of the love
We once did share

Exotic nights
Dreamy days
Took place in many ways
Each a moment painted in time
Sublime
Divine
Ecstasie

curtains falling....

It is all over now it seems
Merely long forgotten dreams
Awaken us they do sometimes
And then the curtain falls

Perhaps one day
We will return to be

And Dorian Gray....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfumLOZeXgY

His beauty grew;  knew no bounds;  mirrors surround gloom filled rooms
into one he gazed and gazed;  his beauty showed so many ways
all for nothing now...his love had left;  rejection reared its ugly head
he smashed the mirrors one by one
shattered slivers on the ground;  his portrait torn to bits
and then he aged;  old man he became;  on floor lay twitching limbs..
till death took him away..

those who seek the darkness
greatness of being can appear;  powerful strong
other hand of God
rats gather under rafters waiting to emerge
light seepeth not in these dark places
white haired harpies come out; dead of night; seeking blood
throats of mortal men; one by one by one...

moon its shadow shifts gazing down;  demons come forth
 touched by the hand of Him;  form of glory in such suffering

and so it is...