When he Emits the Beauty of Oceanus in His Eyes
When a Beautiful Man is Waiting Then
he is found
just like
that
out of nowhere
like
seaweed man
on the
strand
who fights
the oceans
and its
demands
red hot and torrid
swirling
like a stream
gathering pace
he probes
deep into
the depths
Anew
Abilene Paradox
Oblivious to the
tune of
time
It passed
He roared quietly
Inside
Three deer a tiger and a lion
Grazed
Near the
Stream of fate
That
He couldn’t cross
Beyond all knowing
Risking the
The realm’s chance
On the other
Side
A dream passed
His face
Cold
Chilling
A flame on
His forehead
Prophesised
His atomic
Destiny
Take the leap
of
faith
into paradise
swim in the
well
of sweet
this is
the
paradox
Rattus Rattus Incognito
Clinging the rat sucks and gnaws
belying its tenacity to subtly overcome,
nibble by nibble lick by lick it harpoons
seeing flesh ready willing and able
it never ends
when a white smile hides more than a crevasse on a glacier
He knew as he told her she knew as she sensed it, but neither of them knew what it was what they knew, except it was going to happen: soon. This a priori knowing is an awkward silence when breathing stops.
meta4152
EOS was the rosy-fingered goddess of the dawn. She and her siblings Helios (the Sun) and Selene (the Moon) were numbered amongst the second-generation Titan gods. Eos rose up into the sky from the river Okeanos at the start of each day, and with her rays of light dispersed the mists of night.
She was sometimes depicted riding in a golden chariot drawn by winged horses, at other times she was shown borne aloft by her own pair of wings.
Eos had an unquenchable desire for handsome young men, some say as the result of a curse laid upon her by the goddessAphrodite.
Cultural Cannibalisation Imaginings-enough is never enough-NOTHING EXISTS HERE.... or anywhere......it's all IN YOUR MIND..... 
You must be logged in to post a comment.