#helleniamos

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Sweetness in cursive, magic in your words, to love and to poison the ivy that covers our temples of stone

Voices of the maenads that came before us held by the winds To be all and more Everything all at once but be soothed

by non existence all the same, Crows cawing, dawn breaking, life re-emerging, guide me oh merciful one guide me kind giver and loving one, progenitor of ecstasy, protector of the mad

We bleed as libation to you, we your devoted

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Oh great one, kind and fiery

Giver of strength and power beyond my imaginings

Your beautiful visage covered in crimson and dust from the battles you continuously emerge victorious

Oh determined one

I call to you for in you we find the zeal to carry on

Be it to exact vengeance on those who have hurt us

Or to face our internal struggles head on

Without fear

Beloved Mars

My words fail me once more

As I am in awe of your grace and power

Thank you for all you have done and all you have yet to do

In your name we pray

In your name we scream out our cries of fury and of hurt into the seemingly endless night that envelopes our dreams.

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My Lord, my love, my rock

It is through you that I am whole, through you I am sane

This craving that ravages my body,

This thirst...

Violent urges,

I think of you doused in blood

And I adore you

I worship you in thought and in spirit

I crumble completely beneath your gaze

The cold that pinches at my skin

The warmth in my stomach

The shivers that rake through me

I am yours,

I wish to offer my own blood as libation

But my cowardice refuses

And you in your kindness

Would not allow me to come to harm

I want to worship you

Bleary-eyed and drunk

With loosened limbs and lips

Incapable of shame

Intoxicated by your presence

My beautiful flesh eater,

Twice born, ivy bearer

Wine dark and merciful

Oh mad and raging one

Mighty Dionysos

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Alters and minds

That sliver of hope died in my chest, just as the words I prayed to have, died in my throat

Leaving us heartbroken and muted by the very wishes we tried to fulfill

To cast myself into damnation

Even when my faith no longer lies with it,

Feels rather desperate, but truthfully I am one pitifully desperate creature

With the only Language I understand to be violent degradation and poisonous intimacy

That could only be akin to abuse

To carve out mounds of flesh

Dripping ever sweet crimson life

Just as plump and leaking enchanting juices

As a commonly loved berry would be perceived, to bring forth something so raw, so primal some would call it vulgar and unyielding and to disagree would be to deny the truth of it's physicality of it's being

Of my being

It is my flesh, it is my blood and to offer it up alongside my other libations

Would be the least I owe

He is all and he is more

And every part of me belongs to him.

And everyday I grow more thankful,

He does not ask anything of me; yet I find myself ever so eager to pour out all that I am to him in libation, in reverence, in worship, in thought, and in adoration,.......

I want to be devoured , I want to be pulled apart

To be left exposed and bleeding out the truth of what I am

To be laid bare before him

My vocal cords mangled yet not beyond repair, I want to taste the very blood that graces my veins

To spend seconds if not more lapping up the blood of the fruit of the Vine

Like the deranged creature I aspire to become

To worship him like the maenads that came before me

Like the raving bacchantes that sang to him long before

My eyes ever saw the sun

So my every utterance may be nothing but devotion

I am but a vessel unsure of my contents

But ever willing to present all I have.

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Devotional for lord Poseidon

You who moveth the earth and seas, knower of the darkest depths, great Poseidon dark haired and bearer of the brazen trident, lord of the helikon

Granter of safe voyages

Gifter of fierce tempests

O earth shaker, you who holds the earth, Nurturer of plants

Oh regal, noble and powerful king of the seas and all that inhabit it,

Mighty Epoptes

Holy Patros

Genethlios

Domatites, Laoites

We thank you for your kindness and mercy,

We hail you oh devastating Ennosigais

We hail your name

Oh beloved Aigaion

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Does anyone want to have intimate conversations and daydream adventurous scenarios with me?

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Guide me through the carnage, embolden my spirit,

Oh fearless warrior, bathed in blood The heart of your adversary in hand,

My lord, My God, Give me the strength to destroy that which works to destroy me,

Let me consume that which wishes to consume me,

Allow me to be reborn from the violence and viscera let my true self ,

Claw it's way from the heavy darkness, Let my words be my blade,

To slash and mutilate that which finds pleasure in my torment,

Let me cherish it's pain, give me the strength to praise you once more,

I offer my tormenter to you ,My head low in devotion,To gouge out those eyes and burn them,

Please give me the strength to know what I must do

Even after this craving leaves me

,Even after sleep tames me

In your name I pray

,Oh great Ares

Ares Obrimos

Ares Deinos

Ares Thouros

Ares Miaiphonos

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Do you ever lie on your carpet in a painfully dull mood with thoughts like poison and wonder how it would feel to lay still in cool marshy waters heavily intoxicated and or high in your favorite light flowy dress, barefoot listening to the frogs and the crickets and whatever creatures would be dwelling in the marshes

Your feet covered in mud,

Your cheeks flushed

But you lay there listening, with the dead leaves and odd scenting grass

And all sorts of things floating around you

The sun is setting

The skies a canvas of colorfully littered feelings and prayers

You are alone but not quite, you can hear his hooves stomping closer and closer over the muddy wet grass the twigs snapping and the waters rippling

And from closer by you hear the sweet dreamlike tunes that can only be from His flute,

They hold you captive in their strange but fantastical spell

You pray for the moment to be everlasting,that time holds still and allows you the grace and kindness to look upon him to hear his song and to maybe just maybe follow him, frolicking farther away from yourself and all your worries into the deep darkness and mystery of the woods surrounding.