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In Death


Yonder the abyss of Apsu
There you confined me
My eternal dwelling place, an inferno
In eternal darkness
Jumbled with Edimmu
Paralyzed in fear
Restless I became.
Then came princess Ereshkiga
To seduce my pain
 
***a long time ago, i wrote a poem on death, how it takes pain away, then I found this info whiles doing some research/reading.

“The people of the ancient Assyro-Babylonian culture believed in an afterlife. The New Larousse Encyclopedia of Mythology explains: “Under the earth, beyond the abyss of the Apsu [full of fresh water and encircling the earth], lay the infernal dwelling-place to which men descended after death. It was the ‘Land of no return’ . . . In these regions of eternal darkness the souls of the dead—edimmu—‘clad, like birds, in a garment of wings’ are all kept together.” According to the myth, this subterranean world was ruled over by the goddess Ereshkigal, “Princess of the great earth.””

It made me remember the poem i did and it inspired a remix…***

10 february 2012

poetry

Duke Benson
Duke Benson

AT SEA IN MISERY


It’s a gloomy quiet black night
On my way to you
The road is long and wide
And black is the night
No smiling moon
No twinkling stars
No fireflies
No chirping crickets
Just a silent gloom
I feel lost!
With a brave heart, I march on
The further I go
Gloom suffocates me as a wet blanket
With a wavering heart, I reverse
As I reverse
Gloom keeps chocking me
Furiously, my heart palpitates
Protesting rebelliously against my chest
Enquiring what my brain is doing
Then a light
Hope!
Then darkness
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2 january 2012

poetry

Duke Benson
Duke Benson

Birth of my Affliction


With severe pains, I was brought forth
As I joined the world of the living
My mother's pain ceased
Her happiness and joy increased

My pain also began
The pain was resistant to cures
If the resistance could be measured,
It would qualify as a perfect insulator

As the years wore on
My affliction intensified
The aches insistent
Like the hammer of a blacksmith

As days went by
My wounds kept crying for the grave
But my soul sought deliverance
My being, desired a cure

I do not know
If a cure I’ve found
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29 december 2011

poetry

Duke Benson
Duke Benson

“A Swim into Oblivion”

High tides
Flood tides
Sea waves crushes

The cool breeze against my face
The salt befriending my tongue
The warmth of the sun, bringing my head to life

Sea waves crushes
Waist deep in the sea
Barefoot being caressed by the sea sand

Flood tides
Neck deep in the sea
A tsunami in my head

High tides
Salty water pressurizing my body
Salt in my eyes, water in my brains

Winds on the sea surface
Lungs crushing, loosing air
Glassy eyes, loosing focus
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29 december 2011

poetry

Duke Benson
Duke Benson

Betrayal


A stab
With a serrated knife
She flicks her wrists
The blade twists
His intestines cut
 
He bleeds
The blood
Its warmth
Trickling through his fingers
 
He smiles and stares
Into her cold brown eyes
Her pupil dilates
He saw love
He smells fury
 
She withdraws the knife
Searing pain
His smile fades
His face pales
Her lips curl
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25 december 2011

poetry

Duke Benson
Duke Benson

Energy


You stare into my eyes

 As I lay under you
Your eyes as gamma rays
You see through me
You become an inefficient motor
Generating mega joules of heat
 
Black I am
 I absorb your body’s
heat
My hands, a swinging pendulum,
 They oscillate all
over you
Sending bits and sine waves all into you
 
Our frictions
They cause you sensual vibrations
Making you produce
Viscous fluids, sonar radiations
And end up emitting radiant energy…
 

25 december 2011

poetry

Duke Benson
Duke Benson

White Hot Flame


I turned on the lights

And she was there
She was angry
And disappointed
And slightly drunk
With a gun
Aimed at my chest
She looked dangerous
She still loves me
But she won’t let me continue
To torture her, to live
Fear masks my face
As her index finger
Applies firm pressure
To the trigger
 
She took my lessons seriously
Memories of the shooting range
I held her hips
Corrected her stance
Showed her how to cradle the gun
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