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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Untitled #1_2018

Untitled #1_2018

A Poem by Stoned Immaculate
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At the start of the new year, I became really down, as I felt unfilled. There was only energy to got to work and go home. I wasn’t living; I was only existing.... Doing better now 😎✊🏽🖖🏽

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River Styx, A estuary carrying
Effete sailboat off course
To the mouth of a
Ominous waterfall.
Wayward hero’s hubris sought
Fortune on auspicious Odyssey
Unaware of the fall line
Masking a dreadful abyss.
Allure of treasure
A siren’s serenade,
Charming lyric concealed ruin.

How do the lost
Find their soul’s magic?
Azimuth influences cynical
Pursuits of fabled fortune
Down trodden paths
9 circles of Sin.

Malign omens encompass the
Maddening murky blue.
Along Hateful River’s banks
Specter’s wail for fare,
Cursed without coin, forsaken souls
Wander 100 years along point bars.
Malevolent crows chase purple eagles
Across the bleak, gray sky,
Desperate eyes search for celestial
Ribbons on a fleeting horizon.
Hopeful alms yield peace of mind.
Dismal waves slosh agains the hull
Constant rocking induces sickness
Lingering in human’s trinity.

How do the lost
Find their soul’s magic?
Azimuth influences cynical
Pursuits of fabled fortune
Down trodden paths
9 circles of Sin.

Anxious eyes visualize
The imminent downfall.
Dense fog descends upon Styx
Like Death foreshadowing doom.
The current’s velocity
Becomes Rapid in Pace
Downstream a mirage defies nature
Barely visible underneath fog’s veil
The Ferryman’s boat floats upstream
Across the rapids like
The Flying Dutchman
Moments later Ferryman
Is passing port side.
Ancient, pale hands grip
Long decrepit oar paddling
The boat with eerie ease.
His head turns, crimson hooded cloak
Conceals the Ferryman.
Time slows, when anxious eyes
Peer into darkness blanketing his face
Words flood lost mind.
“I don’t seek your obolos
You don’t belong
Hades has yet sang your song.
Hubris has led you astray
Bound to peril imbued on blind paths,
You wish for a Higher Power
To deliver honey and gold.
The question oneself must ask:
Is fate powered by Human Will
Or Deity transcending
Human Form?”

© 2018 Stoned Immaculate


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Added on June 9, 2018
Last Updated on June 14, 2018

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Stoned Immaculate
Stoned Immaculate

Louisville, KY



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