dionysus
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Many times I brood alone
Thinking of the world’s melancholy mourning
Bearing the weight of creation
Upon my hateful human heart,
Until a presence fills me
Grapevive
Wine flowing like blood
Aromatic and crisp
A decanting of the spirit
Drunken
The cult
Endless parties
Women sway fluidly
Beats pounding through the scene
Festal
Dionysus, the man of greed
The king of ecstasy
The queen of mead
Dionysus, Dionysus, the graceful drunk
The dapper playboy
With charm and spunk
There he sits upon his throne
In the web, his chaos sown.
Drunken though his thoughts may be
Others read it readily,
While drinking in the words so fair,
They drink it all without much care.
Dionysus today,
Has found a new job,
As a very popular Youtuber.
He is dripping in Gucci,
And Chanel and Supreme,
And Italian brands you've never even heard of.
“You are a bloody glutton, aren’t you”
Café au lait irises, dilate like the peak of a coca rush.
Cinnamon skin — suddenly torched cherry red, on my apples of my cheeks.
Look at Dionysus sipping his wine
Sittin’ across the bar feeling intertwined
He’s feeling tipsy with a load of grapes
And he’s staring at a bunch of snakes
Mythos,
Legend or not?,
Kings and Queens forgotten?,
Seek thy legends and stories of realism,
Dare we look upon ....the twelve Olympians?
Hence the age of 2019,
Oh! alas that you were left behind, poor dear maid!
Whilst upon this lone rock on the sea you were laid.
Oh! gone is your Theseus, that era is over,
You’ll not be some thankless Athenian’s lover.
Oh Dionysus AnthionMy praise goes out to you!May frozen weather all be gone,So flowers may bloom anew!
Shattered was the life, before the word came in
Knocked on the door, looked the fates in the eye
And said
What it has always meant but never said before
The action became the verb, and I was born
