On the Mount of Olympus

….today, I watched the birds embrace the Sun..

As warmth began to reign upon the consecrated lands..

I could hear music, while nature rejoiced…

After a blistery winter, Persephone has returned home once more, to her Mother, the Goddess Demeter…

April showers…

Better than the wretched storms of yesterday…

The tricks that Hermes played outside of my window…

Lightning strikes Zeus dealt us once before..

Bow and lyre in hand..

Apollo’s deadly musical brought love with loss..

Nevertheless, in the darkest of moments..

I have always held my head high as a stoic..

Accepting the chaos as opposed to avoiding it...

And yet, it has still swallowed me whole..

Just as Cronus the God once devoured his own..

On the Mount of Olympus, I wish that no evil shall prosper…

No man shall ever take my soul..

For I have felt the virtue…

Highs, my infinite vice…

I look to the sea knowing that Poseidon is never truly asleep..

And Hades is always watching…

Listening to my prayers, where I once begged to roam in Greece..

Instead, he sent me to visit Elysium…

Where the sky was green, and the grass was blue..

Surrounded by endless moons, raindrops that fell slower than the monsoons on Saturn’s Titan…

Socrates would encourage me to wonder…

While Aristotle would remind me that reason is the most high..

Plato would suggest that I look outside of my cave, perhaps that is the reason I can never find it…

Who deserves to live a life of luxury?

Epicurious, could it ever be me?..

Who shall burn in Tartarus forever?..

Please, I beg for your mercy…

See, I have never crossed Haphetus..

Adultery, like Ares and Aphrodite…

Would never dream to disturb Hera…

Become a mad man like Hercules…

These days, I sit on Gaia once again…

Praying for clear skies, blue and unconditional..

Days that children will see heart shaped raindrops, conga underneath long-awaited rainbows..

Zeno, life has stepped on my faith…

Tripped me, by my tongue and feet…