A Tome of Poems: Mammon

MAMMON

For those that don’t have it, it is a big deal

For those that do, it’s a piece of paper

Its viewed as the primary source for joy and thrills

And a significant lack of it brews disaster.

The current god of the modern age

Its roots anchored within the hearts of mortal men

Its minted leaves places man in a mental bondage

Yet we chase it to no end.

You cannot serve God and mammon

View it as a means and not a destination

Death is an inevitability we share in common

Pursue not after only ostentation.

Godfall Part 7(Conclusion)

GODFALL(CONTD)

“Who are you?”, Jonas demanded ”Show yourself”

”Very well then”, the voice said as a sheet of white light materialized in front of Jonas’ vision.

In front of him stood the figure that had initially fallen to the ground, except this time he wasn’t rotting away but maintained his golden aura.

”We seem to have experienced a celestial fusion successfully”, the figure said ”This hasn’t been done in decades”

”Who the hell are you?” Jonas asked again impatiently ”And how are you talking in my head”

”Oh do forgive my impudence my young blood bag”, the figure replied with a cunning smile ”Behold, I am Rerin the god of laughter and mischief, Chief Lord of the Court of Smiles and host of Ecra, I had done wrongfully before the eyes of our king and grand-master, Otun himself and hast thus been reprimanded accordingly by having my title stripped off and cast down to dwell amongst you lesser creatures. However in order to maintain my survival on this damned planet, I require a host lest I wither away into obscurity, hence your opportuned arrival, by locking grips we were able to merge into one, although utilizing your fleshy vessel as residence, I have been able to ensure my survival”.

Jonas looked stumped, he heard what the figure had said but wasn’t sure he understood.

”You mean you are a god, and you are trapped inside me?”

”Precisely, however there are benefits to my tenancy as my occupancy within you imbues you with certain godly abilities and oh, pay no attention to the other blood bags, they can’t see me”, Rerin stated, referring to Osi and his men.

”What the hell happened? Who is he talking to?”, Osi’s men murmured among themselves.

”My gods!!! I think he has been possessed by a god”, the second thug exclaimed ”I’ve heard of this things before”

”Nonsense, he must simply have had a seizure”, sneered Osi ”and thus clearly gone insane”

Osi branded his machete and walked towards Jonas, attempting to strike him again, but as he approached, arm stretched, he suddenly stopped mid step, his arm still in the air, he tried to move but his body wouldn’t obey. He was frozen in place. Jonas turned and looked at Osi, realizing that he was the cause of Osi’s inert situation.

”Hahaha, thou art a swift learner”, Rerin chuckled ”Already utilizing my abilities”

Jonas continually stared at Osi, who was visibly distressed, before nudging his head forward. This action lunged Osi a couple of metres across the ground. Jonas had just used telekinesis due to the presence of a god within him.

”Oh gods, he has been possessed by a demonite”, yelled one of the thugs.

”Not a demonite”, Jonas retorted ”A god”

With that said, Jonas opened his right palm, summoning Osi’s machete from the ground and willing it into his open palm. He then hurled it at the shoulder of the thug, causing him to squeal in pain like a shot deer as he ran away bleeding, the other thugs saw this and took flight as well, leaving Osi behind.

”What are you?”, Osi asked frightfully ”What happened to you?”

”Supernatural inspiration”

Jonas walked over to Osi and levitated him with his mind, before proceeding to slam him to the ground. He picked him up again and repeated the action several times until Osi was bleeding from various parts of his body.

”Stop, please, I beg of you”

”Did you show my mother mercy?”, Jonas said, his voice echoing throughout the open field, his eyes bright gold and his hair swirling in every direction as if he were underwater.

”Your days of preying on the helpless are over, I will cast you down to the fiery pits of Delious were you shall suffer a million times for all of eternity, first I will give you a little taste of what to expect”

Jonas snapped his finger which prompted flames to burst out and envelope Osi as he hovered in mid air, he screamed in agony as the flames devoured every inch of his skin. The flames were unearthly as they dripped from Osi like lava from an angry volcano until there was nothing left but a bloody mess of flesh and bones. Jonas collapsed in exhaustion.

“Ah beautiful isn’t it, alas do not over exert thyself lest ye bring permanent bodily harm to thyself”, Rerin said, his voice echoing within Jonas’ skull.

”That was overwhelming”, Jonas voiced out ”I have never felt anything like that before”

”Oh dear boy, that is what it feels like to be a god”

”It’s a strange yet satisfying feeling Rerin, I can do so much good with this”

”Actually I do concur your remark, I believe if I do enough good on this forsaken surface and show adulation as well, Otun would accept me back into Ecra”

”Ok I see, you just want to use my body for your selfish gain and leave when you are done”

”No hard feelings, blood bag, I am a god as thou hast witnessed and I don’t bother myself with the petty squabbles of you vermins”

”Do you gods really think this lowly of us?”

”Well there is a reason Otun shut the heavens to you folks, you lot became self indulgent and neglected thy duties to give adulation and perform obeisance towards the gods”

”Ok you know what I would propose we do?” Jonas said ”Why don’t we help people in need together, free enslaved individuals, rid lands of vicious scums like Osi and also restore the faith the people of Jaiye which will in turn lead to the people praising the gods once more”

”Hmm, I adore your pathway of thinking blood bag, perhaps our alliance can truly be fortuitous, what is thy first order of business?”

”First stop calling me blood bag, my name is Jonas, you gods have to give us more credit, we are stronger than you think”

”Hmm, that yet remains to be seen”

”And secondly, I plan to go to Delious to rescue my sister”

”Hmm, I can see why thou would pursue such an adventure”

”Once Jenna is back, we will ensure that Jaiye is returned to its blissful age” Jonas said with an optimistic smile as he turned east and began walking towards the prior conjurer’s hut in hopes of getting a pathway to Delious to rescue his sister. He walked away from his destroyed house, brimming with energy and hope as he ventured on, having lost his mother, he was not going to let his tragedy befall any one else ever again. He pondered on all the potential adventures awaiting him and as if reading his thoughts, Rerin snickered and said.

”Well the hour presents itself as though it is going to be a long and arduous journey for both of us, Jonas Irapada”

THE END.

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A Tome of Poems: Morpheus

MORPHEUS

Night falls comes and umbra is king

The canines howl and cicadas sing

We journey into the land of the surreal

Leaving our corporeal forms, quite and still.

Alas we arrive at the realm of the endless

Its landscape ever shifting and restless

One is free to craft his wish and story

For here you are the architect of all and sundry.

But hail the sultan of the soporific and lord of lethargy

His somnolent sands filled with latent energy

Hail Morpheus the god of sleep and dreams

Hail the Sandman from whom all our slumber streams.

A Tome of Poems: Dogma

DOGMA

For some its a theological schism

For others, a coping mechanism

There are those that stand by its conviction

There are those who maintain there is a contradiction.

A belief propagated by a virgin birth

A doctrine professing about life after death

A tool utilized in ensuring morality

A weapon that can be a source of calamity.

A principle for instilling orderly manners

Or a propaganda for installing mental fetters

The apprehensive remain blanketed in doubt

The accepting retain their faith, evermore taut.

A Tome of Poems: Cronos

CRONOS

Its a perpetual river flowing without ebb

Round and round it goes like the cycle of Kreb

Its contents washed away never to be undone

Carrying with it ripples of things to come.

Its the endless rotations of a celestial wheel

Events come and go which no one can conceal

Secrets buried and destinies foretold

No one can escape the grasp of its hold.

Its a titan controlling the epoch of the cosmos

Convicted and committed, no one can stop Cronos

The past a memory, situations we can’t suture

The present a gift, utilize and plan for the future.

Godfall Part 6

Salutations to all and sundry, I hope you all are basking in the warmth and ambiance of the new year. Today I will continue the story that I have been uploading for some time now. The story of Jonas Irapada, a man haunted by loss and in an act of desperation, while trying to recover his loss, unintentionally forfeited even more. Here is a link to the last part that was published previously: https://hybridbooks.wordpress.com/2016/12/18/godfall-part-5/

GODFALL(CONTD)

Jonas returned to his charred home and burnt farmland, he sat next to the family house which was now nothing more than a scorched waste. Jonas laid sprawled on the ground, with his legs outstretched and his demeanor sour. He appeared crestfallen as he went over the scenario that had just taken place moments ago. he had lost both his mother and sister due to negligence and abrasion and now he was feeling hopeless. Across the distance, he spotted a cavalcade of human figures approaching, they seemed to be hauling goods and materials in a large wagon which was being drawn by two oxen. Jonas sat up to investigate further and to his disappointment, realized that it was Osi and his ragtag group of bandits, transporting extra products which had most likely been robbed off residents of the neighbouring farms. As they got closer, Osi noticed Jonas again and said.

”What do we have here now, the prodigal son returns”

”You already took everything from me, what else could you possibly want?”

”Nothing, as a matter of fact though, I was hoping to come across that delicious little sister of yours”

Jonas eyes widened, a vein struck his forehead as he became enraged.

”I lost them, I lost them all because of you!!!”

Jonas yelled at Osi, before picking up a large rock laying nearby

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, Osi sneered ”You do remember how this ended last time right?”

”I don’t care, you have taken everything from me”, Jonas bellowed, tears trickling down the sides of his face ”I shall take your life for Jenna’s”

With that said, Jonas lunged at Osi with the rock in his hand. he swung his right arm violently , trying to land a blow but Osi effortlessly dodged his attacks and laughed at him.

“You will have to do better than that soldier boy”, Osi continually teased and jeered at him.

Jonas continued swinging his arm, trying to hit Osi with the rock but to no avail. His mind was clouded with rage and he wasn’t thinking straight. Osi eventually got bored and pushed him to the ground.

”Enough I am going to put this sad oaf out of his misery”, Osi said, beckoning to one of his thugs to hand over a machete.

Osi walked over to Jonas, who laid prone on the ground in defeat and sorrow. Osi lifted up his arm, wielding the machete with intention to strike Jonas down when ‘BOOM’. A loud sound like that of thunder resonated from the skies as the sky cracked open and a huge ball of fire plummeted down at an unprecedented velocity towards Jonas, Osi and the rest of the bandits. The bandits looked up and saw the flaming ball which prompted them to run amok. Osi stepped away from Jonas as he anticipated the destination of the incoming fiery mass. Jonas stood in terror as he tried to comprehend the situation. The flaming ball got closer and hotter, Jonas snapped out of his trance and ran away from his smoldered house just in the nick of time as the spherical inferno slammed into the burnt building, decimating the charred remains and spewing hot flames and debris everywhere. Jonas and the rest had covered enough ground which put them at a safe distance from the explosion. The dust eventually settled and Jonas stared in awe at the completely disintegrated ruins of where his house once stood.

There was nothing but a large hole in the ground which was the point of impact from the fireball. Jonas walked towards the hole and looked in, to his amazement he spotted an radiating figure laying spreadeagled at the center of the crater. The figure had a golden robe on with long black hair that had probably once been elegant but now looked singed from the flames. Around the figure oozed out gold from its body which seemed to be the blood of the humanoid. The figure raised his head, wearing a weary smile, as it did so, its robes began to lose its shine and turn brown, his radiant skin began to deteriorate and decay.

”I presume that I have become the pit of the joke”, the figure said weakly ”Assist me blood bag, my essence fades”

Jonas was confused, the figure stared at him, his arm outstretched asking for aid as his golden pupils slowly turned to rust brown. Jonas, still bamboozled, reached out to grab the figure when ”FWOOSH”. A lambent ball of light swirled around Jonas, his skin lit up like a mid afternoon sun. His hair lit up and stood tall as he smelt a burning sensation in the air, yet his skin was not immolating. The incandescent glow transpired across his entire body as he slowly levitated from the ground, eyes wide open and mouth ajar. Then his body suddenly stung him as if he had been hit by a lightning bee multiple times simultaneously. Osi and his thugs were witnessing everything and gathered around the levitating Jonas in abject wonderment. A bright light then shot out of Jonas’ body horizontally, briefly illuminating the entire dusking landscape and then it was over. Jonas collapsed to the ground, his body emitting smoke. He coughed a couple of times and tried to assume an upright posture before collapsing. He looked at his body for scars or injuries but found none. He turned his gaze towards Osi and his men, which prompted one of the thugs to speak.

”His eyes, they have turned pure gold”

Out of the debris of the house, there were some broken glass, Jonas sauntered towards them and glared at his reflection. Lo and behold, his two eyeballs were totally golden in color, both pupil and iris.

”Your mortal coil took well to the procedure”

A voice spoke in Jonas’ head which stunned him, he turned around wondering where the source of the voice was, it was then Jonas realized that the figure from the crater had disappeared.

”Dost thou not feel empowered with all this energy coursing through your veins”.

TO BE CONTINUED.

 

A Tome of Poems: Icarus

ICARUS

Man is borne, bipedal and grounded

The fowls of the air, winged and airborne

Man tills the ground to be fed

The birds soar, feasting under the sun.

Man evolved, civilizations formed

He learnt to build, he learnt to destroy

Man strives as much to be a god

He forgets his beginnings as a boy.

Remember Icarus, dauntless but unwise

Went too close, never to fly again

Man should fill shoes his own size

Over-ambition is a mile away from been insane