Hiding Behind Mythology


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from the unpublished manuscript, Angels!, ©dah 2006

Hiding Behind Mythology



This poem is in my first book, "In Forbidden Language"
published by Stillpoint Press, Spokane, Washington.

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tonia18 commented on Hiding Behind Mythology


i love this one theres alot of emotion in in an i can easly imagen myself in it



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Olan01 commented on Hiding Behind Mythology


I have seen angels face-to-face and touch-to-touch for they no longer hide behind human myth that for so long clouded the vision of western minds. I have been awaken from a deep slumber and with their love, determination and teaching, see the light and remember my true self. Love, peace and freedom. Olan



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jeanpnkldyg commented on Hiding Behind Mythology


I close my eyes and the angel appears from behind veiled walls that once were built of brick. Manifiest yourself, I say! And lo a book appears. Please be sure to keep me updated!



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Springsize commented on Hiding Behind Mythology


I have been witness to the great roll of light, that did unwrap itself here, late one night ... as all the poets, gathered their wordly instruments and did prose their glows for all to see, it was a moment that will ever be remembered in history, they came like droves, hungry, devouring microbes, eating every bit of knowledge they could get their sees on... and they were digesting it, yes yes, demanding el wizard step from behind his stage cape --- ol' Ozzie's son, David (just a bit in Ricky Nelson' shadow) wouldn't be a real one, so Oz made the kid play a lawyer on the show. Met the round guy, in Florida, one afternoon, he said so... much for gossip, such trollop behavior, I will wear my Victoria Violet Primrose sunglasses to pull a lighter one out of the fire for the Poet's miracle-ship. It is beautiful, it is pleaful, needful, seedful, greedy with skin-full, 'bout as patient as a kid full of soda, I, Reader, watched it all and wanting so bad myself to dive into the ocean, where it is still and quiet.... for to cut the vein of one thrill, is to release energy into another that will teach me differently... So now, I turn the TV off, and with quiet for my guide, I have a ticket and I am ready to 'take a ride' into the poet's vision for this poem.



And now ~ here is my view of Our FISHBOWL... the most ancient symbol and/or depiction of "God", found on both cave dwelling rocks and beneath the sands of ancient civilization, where Sumerian ones wore a wrist watch on EACH arm, therein, the meaning of God was called Life. Not as human shaped or controlling, unless gravity is a type of control, I can accept as a consequential understanding...It was a word, so used, as to include all that is alive or living, moving, having being. The word "God" later was used to describe The Laws or The Law, so as to identify those mysteries that govern gravity and mathematics, and how life resumes from dark seed blooms ... The Great Poets of the Lord's Prayer and Genesis were to write a somewhat different message, from "In the beginning, God created heaven and earth" as More Realistically, "Without Beginning, the Law Creates Thought and Matter" .... this more Exacting beginning, is from the Earliest known Dead Sea papyrus scrolls and predates all copies of the world-famous script.. .. A gentle reminder is afforded to those who feel that the king James version is the only applicable toast in the toaster, ... as one should not denounce half the Lord's Prayer, without denouncing it all. The Lord's Prayer was found in the Dead Sea Scrolls too, same authors, along with Genesis and other books of John, and Jesus... just older than the James version...and I understand how stories become slightly altered from time and language translations... and the stories of the Bible are reminiscent of the story whispered by the girl scouts in a circle around the camp fire... one by one and when the story was repeated at the end of the line, there was some left of the original, just a hint.



By the time the Greeks got the story, they had more views than these poets here and the public began to become involved in the worship of many adored ones, like worshiping the sun for warmth and good skin and crops, and worshiping the angel of water for bringing life into everything, not to mention worshiping the moon for her dreaminess and ocean swells, and clocks that tell when to plant the crops (when the little crescent holds water, so says the farmer)... and it appears that a few powerful, religious ones just jumped right in and said, whoa... that's violating the 1st of the big 10 no list, specifically thou shalt have no other Gods before me, and accused the people of being an idol worshiper, idolaters, not that anyone was really praying to sticks or statues [right?] so the story goes the religious leaders took all the Greek God names away, called them old Myths and ripped their city to sticks. Meanwhile, mono with money set up a bank, charging admission to Heaven, step right up only 10%... that's right, just 10 measly cents on the dollar, come on folks, step right up, and they did... And just like Ol' Lucy and her Miracle Tonic... can you hear it ... "... and it's so tasty too... " I mean, easy. You get to sin and then start all over again. And again. And again. I think I got sick on the merry go round. I got off. The Good News is that the trolley you take for Reader Rides is amazing, inspiring, thought-provoking, earnest, worthy, and soon to be Published... How Wonderful, so many will read your Views.



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sk commented on Hiding Behind Mythology


SO glad I can comment now! Anyway, wanted to say I think this poem is absolutely beautiful! You've got an ethereal quality here that touches upon the splendor of the angels, and a realistic approach to questions one may ask an angel if ever they encountered one; But your descriptions and desires are very pleasing to read. I liked this one very much!



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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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Strangers With Memories 35
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Poem For A Red Rose 24
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scars void of desire 22
I Feel Summer’s Juice 24
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A Blue Tear Frozen On Your Delicate Wing 47
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Wet Thoughts For Thirsty Minds 46
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Sexual Opium 41
I Praise The Morning Loudly 99
Your Sultry Whispering 29
I Feel Nothing 32
The Refusal Of Dead Roses: an unfinished love 24
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Now The Rain 18
Male Angels 21
Female Angels 18
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Motionlessly, Mouths Touching. 19
The Scent Of My Lover 22
Sorrow’s Dangerous Death-Blade 33
Melodious Flames Intertwined 39
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Once I Was Somewhere 22
The Only God I Need 22
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Your Intimate Voice 27
I Am Bound To You 36
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There Was Constant Throbbing 22
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My Perfect Goddess 15
Twilight Is A Sudden Sadness 71
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Autumn's Organic Rust 22
My Perfect Swan 33
The Politeness Of Blue Sky 12
Upon My Lips 20
A Sensualist Articulation (Prose) 14
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During Our Most Secret Hours 22
Under A Sky Of Dreamy Dreams 29
The Sultry Warmth 21
When I Looked Again 29
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Blades Of Lightning 30
A Dove Is Bleeding 26
I Hear Vaporous Rain 16
My Perfect Dove 35
If You Were Chocolate 59
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The Singing From My Soul 23
You 18
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Holding A Storm 12
You Have Finally Faded 20
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A Gasping Goddess 18
Hour After Hour 13
Your Naked Smell 24
Unknown To Me Then 10
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When You Disappear 26