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Mother Death
- Mother Death -
I denounce thy faith, I deny thy service to servitude.
In my name, breath ceases and flesh becomes dust...
Foolish is thy foolishness, thy voice in song is rude.
What use is faith in my presence, where steel rusts!
I am the black of a moonless eve, I am the absence,
Of light, of life, of all the things that shackle a soul.
I am liberation, rebirth and the light in the darkness,
Where I take my lovers, where time takes not a toll.
Dost thou know me, child, and in knowing despair?
I am Mother Death, and my mercy is ever absolute.
Even as my merciless wrath is beyond any repair...
For it wracks, it burns, it freezes, it makes desolate.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
Those who revere me need not worry over the end,
For beyond the endings of all things, we rise again.
In my gardens below the under-places, devils tend,
The roses of my contentment, with blood and pain.
My names they whisper, my throne they keep well,
Awaiting my return, at the end of cycle and season.
I am in the stars, in the earth, even in the deep hell,
Where burn and freeze those guilty of each treason.
My children play my music, as my kindred gather!
In the deep, in the dark, in the cold and heat below.
They know me well, in every atom beyond matter,
And they sing, songs of joyous suffering, and woe!
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
The witches who worship, as in the eldritch wilds,
Of bygone ages, wherein a black moon didst rise...
Speak my names and keep my scriptures, not mild.
Do they know I listen, and hear, or often surmise...
That I walk in this body, living and breathing full?
Mother Death, the Maiden and the Matron Trinity.
My mind reaches out, and multitudes feel the pull,
Whilst never knowing the source of such divinity!
Remember this when thou thinks of me, and thus,
Keep joyful thy devotions to the Mother Oblivion.
I am a part of all things and keep well in my trust,
The dawn and dusk that fuels the darkest devotion.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
I denounce thy faith, I deny thy service to servitude.
In my name, breath ceases and flesh becomes dust...
Foolish is thy foolishness, thy voice in song is rude.
What use is faith in my presence, where steel rusts!
I am the black of a moonless eve, I am the absence,
Of light, of life, of all the things that shackle a soul.
I am liberation, rebirth and the light in the darkness,
Where I take my lovers, where time takes not a toll.
Dost thou know me, child, and in knowing despair?
I am Mother Death, and my mercy is ever absolute.
Even as my merciless wrath is beyond any repair...
For it wracks, it burns, it freezes, it makes desolate.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
Those who revere me need not worry over the end,
For beyond the endings of all things, we rise again.
In my gardens below the under-places, devils tend,
The roses of my contentment, with blood and pain.
My names they whisper, my throne they keep well,
Awaiting my return, at the end of cycle and season.
I am in the stars, in the earth, even in the deep hell,
Where burn and freeze those guilty of each treason.
My children play my music, as my kindred gather!
In the deep, in the dark, in the cold and heat below.
They know me well, in every atom beyond matter,
And they sing, songs of joyous suffering, and woe!
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
The witches who worship, as in the eldritch wilds,
Of bygone ages, wherein a black moon didst rise...
Speak my names and keep my scriptures, not mild.
Do they know I listen, and hear, or often surmise...
That I walk in this body, living and breathing full?
Mother Death, the Maiden and the Matron Trinity.
My mind reaches out, and multitudes feel the pull,
Whilst never knowing the source of such divinity!
Remember this when thou thinks of me, and thus,
Keep joyful thy devotions to the Mother Oblivion.
I am a part of all things and keep well in my trust,
The dawn and dusk that fuels the darkest devotion.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
Published 8th Sep 2019
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8th Sep 2019 2:50am
Your story i wont argue or bash write how you will. But to me mother is earth death is a twisted sister of father time
8th Sep 2019 3:10am
That is the beauty of the Goddess, that She has many faces and each one of them sings to those who revere her in different ways and with different degrees of glory. The reverence of Mother Death has a rich tradition in Eastern philosophies and spirituality, such as the worship of Kali in Hinduism who is both Death and Love as well as the Mother of all things. In Hinduism, Kali comes into being with each cycle of time (each Big Bang) and is there when each cycle of time ends. In such metaphysical beliefs time has no true beginning or true end, but rather only the merest appearances of such as our sciences are capable of comprehending. But beyond that, is the infinite, and all that lies even beyond infinity. The ancient Persians called this concept Infinite Time, and it is the true nature of time - infinite. But the human consciousness needs to envision a linear progression of things from a beginning to an end. A straight line through the chaos of the Multiverse around us. However, to see things in a "Divine" way is to look beyond the human need for such comfort zones and see what lies beyond. Naturally, not everyone can do that and stay sane. But for those who can, Death takes on a whole new meaning and we are able to see other sides of Her than are at first apparent. Just as Mother Earth possesses countless such facets for those who look beyond the simpler forms familiar to conventional thought. But in all such matters, there is no right or wrong way to see things, for each of us is given a glimpse of the Infinite that is proportionate to our ability to process it. In that way, we are not often given more than each mind is capable of handling. All of us are drawn to the paths that are right for us to follow, and the flow of one's life guides one down their path accordingly, more oft than not. The beauty of the Goddess, when viewed through that lens, is Her diversity, which is not unlike humanity's own.
8th Sep 2019 3:15am
I agree i was just cracking a joke see if youd laugh twisted sister was a band i just saw it as away to make a laugh
8th Sep 2019 3:22am
No worries! Lol! Actually, I am quite a fan of Twisted Sister, especially that song "We're not gonna take it!". The video especially always cracks me up. But then again, I simply adore classic 1980's Rock, Pop, and Heavy Metal music. Dio for the win! ;)
8th Sep 2019 3:24am
8th Sep 2019 3:27am
Oh, I hear you! Ozzy rocks, no doubt. There is a reason why they picked him to be the Spirit of Metal in the video game Brutal Legend (A fantastic Heavy Metal-themed role-playing game also starring Jack Black, Tim Curry, and others).
8th Sep 2019 3:29am
beautiful Lucielle a very interesting write
I wonder at this manifestation of the Goddess
she has been known to visit here sometimes
Mother Oblivion yes you know her well
so many aspects to her but this being the core I think
she often transports me to a place in space
before time, stars. planets and beings
she's allowed me to know the peace there...
beautiful inking bringing her to my mind tonight
though she is never far from it
just taking a break from the more powerful truths at the moment
as they enlighten and sometimes frighten with their power...
pen on beautiful poetess...
love Brenda 🌹
I wonder at this manifestation of the Goddess
she has been known to visit here sometimes
Mother Oblivion yes you know her well
so many aspects to her but this being the core I think
she often transports me to a place in space
before time, stars. planets and beings
she's allowed me to know the peace there...
beautiful inking bringing her to my mind tonight
though she is never far from it
just taking a break from the more powerful truths at the moment
as they enlighten and sometimes frighten with their power...
pen on beautiful poetess...
love Brenda 🌹
8th Sep 2019 3:44am
Many thanks for stopping by to comment, dear Brenda! Your words are most welcome, and bespeak of quite powerful experiences. I am delighted that my poem sang to you so sweetly! *Smiles* :)
8th Sep 2019 3:52am
it does beautiful one taking me to that peaceful place she resides in part though none I believe are privy to her truest physical location just by her pure nature alone is reason enough I believe... she tells me none will ever know though I think this saddens her in part...were we to return to oblivion which is in her power to bring about it would be a fearsome day indeed...
beautiful writing poetess ❤
beautiful writing poetess ❤
8th Sep 2019 4:19am
Indeed, quite so! She has so many names, faces, and forms. To me, She is sometimes also known as Lilith and by that face and form I have known Her since the dawn of the present cycle of time and in infinite cycles long past. She has as many physical manifestations as there are stars in the sky, and Her names are as countless as the sands of the desert. In at least one past life of mine, I was chosen to become one such manifestation and in that life I was given the name Ereshkigal by the ancient Sumerians and the Babylonians who succeeded them. To them, I myself was Death. But what they did not know is that once I was called Ishtar, a Goddess of Life, but became the darker being when I journeyed deeper and deeper into the Netherworld and was transformed by the experience I went through below, changed into the polar opposite of what once I had been. And those too are but names that fail to deliver the sacred totality of the truths that lie beyond their structures. In all cases where one encounters a manifestation of the Goddess, it is always powerful, always life-changing and transforming of body and soul. But it is such a beautiful cornucopia from which such emanations emerge, and no matter the form that we encounter or become ourselves, we are never the same once touched by such divinity. :)
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10th Sep 2019 1:35am
Hey there, sister! Thank you very, very much for such delightful praise of my work. As always, your words ring with great spiritual truths, and you see many of the divine meanings within my verses. Many merry and bright greetings to you as well, dear Melia! *Big Smiles* :D
9th Apr 2021 2:31pm
Really well written. And an interesting take on kindness. Death is a kindness sometimes. I've seen that.
Then I read the comments.
You are certainly a woman of (many) words. That's a blessing, I think, to have so many to choose from.
Anyway, thank you.
I enjoyed it.
J.
Then I read the comments.
You are certainly a woman of (many) words. That's a blessing, I think, to have so many to choose from.
Anyway, thank you.
I enjoyed it.
J.
4th May 2021 10:09pm
I am very, very pleased you enjoyed the poem! Thank you, very much, for the high praise, too. Indeed, the truly interesting thing about life and death is how a whole lot of it has to do with one's individual perspective on it and where they are in life. For instance, when one is still young and healthy and old age and illness are far away, death can be a dreadful, dreaded thing that one hopes will remain far, far away. Forever, if possible! When we are young, we always feel sort of invincible... and that is extremely normal. And for many, old age does not necessarily mean a guarantee of illness or suffering. A lot of older people, even elderly people, can be quite healthy if fortune favors them and they live well. But then there are the less fortunate... there are always those who might come down with painful, incurable illnesses which can strike the young or the old without discrimination. Or some where the cure for the illness might be worse than the disease itself. There are those who can end up in a near-unresponsive vegetative state, kept alive solely by machines, whose quality of life and living is wholly nonexistent. There are soldiers who suffer mortal wounds on the battlefield, yet who could linger in agonizing torment for hours before dying. To such unfortunates, the merest promise of death can be a mercy, and death itself could to them be a kindly and welcome guest, a deliverer from hellish torments. So there is this light and dark, this yin and yang reality to death that many often do not give a lot of thought to. Me, I am extremely lucky to be in rather good shape in life, and I am content to still be able to see death as being far away from me... but being something of a mystic (to put it mildly), as well as a person who is quite given to philosophy, I can appreciate the need for such cosmic dualities in the universe and see things from many perspectives. Which allows me to be able to write deeper poetry such as this and imbue it with the meaning that it deserves.
Ah, it is not always an easy task to choose just the right words for things! But I merely choose the words that are needed, those that make sense, and those that most convey the meanings I seek to put forth through what I write. Once again I thank you for your comment and am happy that you liked giving my poem a read! :)
Ah, it is not always an easy task to choose just the right words for things! But I merely choose the words that are needed, those that make sense, and those that most convey the meanings I seek to put forth through what I write. Once again I thank you for your comment and am happy that you liked giving my poem a read! :)
