Wednesday, March 17, 2010

LAMIA...A dream by Kyran

LAMIA...A dream by Kyran

Submitted by kyranlucien on Thu, 02/18/2010 at 2:27pm.

lamia

That dream has come again, She always does,

She tries to deceive me, to lull me into thinking

i dont know Who i'm dealing with

but i know Her very well

i know She will use any disguise to make me believe

i am at a loss, but Her's machinations are quixotic,

or maybe, She wants me to know I am awarded

with Her attention and also, She wants to prove

that a Lamia is indestructible.

I am in my early forties,

but She started visiting me many years ago

when I was only a high school boy

growing excited with the possibilities of love

glancing with curiosity the beauty of

my school girlfriends, going to bed at night

thinking in the rose i will give to

the girl of my dreams the next day,

and the soft, tender kiss she will give me

as a reward....

But Lamia, from whom i have only heard

in my grandmother's awesome, scary, sad,

full of longing and loneliness tales, which i would

beg her to tell me over and over again,

began to be ever present in my dreams,

Lamia grab ahold of my arm one night,

and took posession of my mind, She started visiting me

many eventides , in the form of lurid dreams

filled with horror, nightmares of death

closer by the minute,

which theme it seems always the same

with little variations.

A place high in the sky,

that seems perfect, altogether out of reach,

a place that after so much of my struggle and effort

in which I lay down half my life, I am able to conquer.

atop of this very, incredibly high place that I fear,

I find my only prize to be Lamia

filled with a violent horror, seized by an unexplicable

combination of madness, real panic, remorse and delusions,

(the things i have seen in these dreams...

not easy to describe....! )

I try to make my way back, to get back earth

where i belong, but to my bewilderment,

i find there's no way in my dream

i can make my way back down

first, I am terrified of high places,

second, the road I used to climb up

it's not to be found anymore

I know i can't stay here, I know

i couldn't survive one minute loving

the Lamia, so my next, logical step

is to jump out into the void and nothingness,

so i understand I am dead.....

It is always the same theme,

with different settings,

the top of a skyscraper on fire,

the top of huge tree,

the top of a mountain,

the top of the world,

it doesn't make difference,

the end is always the same,

the Lamia is there,

and I am, more or less,

one jump ahead of leaving

the life that i have always loved,

with the things and girls and people

i have loved, and for one last instant

I try to recognize what I did wrong,

and why I am tortured like this,

and I can't find an answer,

religion is not in my vocabulary,

so i don't pray,

but more or less,

I am almost dead....

lamia

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by kyranlucien - 26 days ago
Calgary Canada
Member Since: Jun 2009
Member Points: 3371

The Lamia in greek folklore, as shown in many of the greek myths in which she appears, is a corpse that rises at night to drink the blood of the living, when i was in school, studying ethymologies and greek myths, there was nothing so powerful in my imagination like the character of the Lamia, and it also made me shiver to remember again those old tales my grandmother use to tell me at night upon my unfatigable request, i was so in love with spirits and mythical creatures stories that i always dreamed to become an artist who could use this images in his works, like writings or filming or painting or putting music to myths like this, i guess i have always been influenced by this extraordinary creatures born of the minds of dreamy people like me....


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