Λάμια

Once in the dark I said

All of this flesh!

Craves; hurts; tear it free!

Fire singes the wax,

Cold pressed, inside of me. 

Eyes windows of the soul,

Sharp glance, the outside knife.

Fear restrains and strangles;

Longing for living life.

Every night questions pour,

Why, Raven, why?

Webs catch the mind

With his dark colored lie.

Fear child! said the raven.

 Λάμια⁽¹⁾ is my name! 

"ἀναδέρω ἀφαρπάζω κυνόφρων!" (2)

Shameless of soul!

Damned are you!

Light you cannot know!

Weep as you drip dread;

Full, like an unfulfilled crush.

My heart becomes like carrion;

Cursed bird will not hush!

I realize fulfilled Destiny,

Helpless, bound with mindless ways.

Bloodstream sipped away;

The dark bird preys.

Lies! False vision dark!

There is no voice

Within the Raven

Lies! No imbued hark!

Light belongs, fair child!

Walk in the meadows so fair.

Soft as woolen flax,

As pure as fairy’s hair!

Hell belongs to devils,

The devils belong to Hell.

Do not be deceived,

By vulgar spell!

They will offer freedom,

Through the Raven flight!

Only to descend deeper;

Cavernous night!

Love moves;

Static it is never.

Open your eyes my dear,

Be your heart cleaver.

I am not light,

But light is in me.

Tented with flesh;

I will tear free!

Kill that carnivorous bird;

Raven of night!

Soar like an eagle,

“Soul take your flight!”

Sean Hovater 10/26/2012

1 a  fabulous monster said to feed on man's flesh

2 Flesh, tear the flesh from, dog-minded, shameless soul

Heaven

What if in Heaven these images are our peripheral sight?

Think and it's there for us?

Liquid glass; warm and inviting;

Where skies are never dark;

Where the water is sweet, clear and never murky.

What if we can walk on the sandy ground,

And it feels like tiny marshmallows?

What if the rocks are silver and gold,

But we could lick them and it taste like peppermint?

What if the clouds were all the colors of a rainbow;

Where we could reach up and touch them like

Cotton candy?

Where the whole image is one dimension

And three at the same time.

What if in Heaven the warm wind blows,

Ever so slowly through the caverns and fissures?

Silently presses against our face,

Feeling every curve.

We close our eyes and smell the sea,

And the wind quietly plays our favorite songs;

Sung by the Angels.
What if we swam in brilliant light,
Like swimming in milk but seeing and breathing?

What if in Heaven you were there with me,

Breathing the same thing I do?

I would know then and only then it would be Heaven.

Sean 

Beauty

Ophelia

 Sir John Everett Millais, Bt(1829-1896)

Beauty

What is Beauty?
What makes a person so beautiful?
Is it not what the eyes see of a person but what
the eyes cannot see that makes them beautiful?
If true beauty was skin would we not all grow
Into hideous monsters as we grow older?

Can I experience beauty only when I am near someone?
Or can beauty be anywhere in the universe and with me
at the same time?
If it can't, what does it make me when you are far away?
What if I never see you again?
Is my Paradise Lost?

If we posses beauty in the inside, why do people act 
Not so beautiful sometimes?
How can I tell if someone is really beautiful?
Through their movements in life?
If you treat me so caring, so passionate, does this
Mean you are beautiful?
What does it mean when you treat me unkind and mean?
Are you not beautiful then?
How can I know?

Beauty is not seen as much as it is realized.
Beauty is not the eyes but how the eyes perceive.
Beauty is not the mouth by how the lips are used.
Beauty is not the hands but how the hands are guided; 
Softly and gliding or harsh and punishing.
Beauty is not speaking hard to weakness,
But kindness that holds up the weak members.

Beauty is seeing through the roughness! 
Seeing through the pain!
Seeing through the sins!
Seeing past our ugliness, (cause we all have it)!
Beauty is not the piano but the music it makes.
Beauty is the light we see in the darkness.
Beauty is the hope in Heaven.
Beauty is not seen in any of us until we have
Our eyes washed with salvation in order to see Beauty in others.

What is Beauty, Ophelia?
It is known by this one small statement,

Beauty is what creates it.

Sean 10/26/2012