Lord of the Deep, Into the Deep part 2

Urshanabi leads Gilgamesh to the Deep Underworld. And so for nine hours Gilgamesh has to out run the sun.
And he does out run the sun, though how I do not know.

Continued

After nine exhausting hours with the sun hot on his heels Gilgamesh emerges from the underworld into the garden of the Gods.

The garden is a place that even, the mighty King of Uruk has never seen the like of. He was dazzled by trees and plants that have flowers and blossom of precious and semi precious stones and gems. It was quite amazing.

Then Gilgamesh is confronted by an ordinary man, Utanpishtim. The king of Uruk is surprised he was expecting a God that he would have to fight.

Weaponless Gilgamesh has to talk to Utanpishtim who asks him why he looks so tired and wan. Gilgamesh tells him how he has spent his last nine hours outrunning the sun. He also tells of the loss of his dear brother Enkidu and how he King of Girt – Walled – Uruk wants Immortality for himself and his people .

Utanpishtim says he has wasted his time venturing to these shores and all he has done is bring himself one day closer to death.

You can run but you cannot hide

Death reachs across the divide.

Immortals and men do not mix

All men die it’s written in stone, fixed.

Now Enlil had gathered the Gods together after the Flood and granted Utanpishtim and his wife Shiduri immortality. The question now arose who would grant this to Gilgamesh, what deeds would he do to gain his goal.

Utanpishtim set Gilgamesh the task that he must stay awake for seven days and nights with no sleep. The big ego that is Gilgamesh agreed to this blindly.

The task is set

Gilgamesh accepts and yet

In seconds he is asleep

Unable to his boastful words to keep.

He will lie says Utanpishtim

He is man as duplicitous as all his kin.

Shiduri will bake for everyday he sleeps a loaf.

He will lie, for all his mighty ways he’s just an oaf.

Shiduri bakes a loaf each day for the seven day and lays them infront of the sleeping Gilgamesh when the seventh day arrives Utanpishtim wakes Gilgamesh.

Of course he lies and tells Utanpishtim and Shiduri that he had not slept a wink.

He does not fool the wise couple who knew the outcome would always be a fail compounded by a lie. Shiduri shows Gilgamesh the seven loaves and gets him to feel the rock hard first and the soft warm last one.

Death around Gilgamesh creeps

Fear and failure into his soul seeps.

Lies from his mouth have made him fail

The useless the efforts of his travail

Will he be banished empty handed.

As a hopeless fool branded.

To be continued….

The story of Gilgamesh is one older than time and one that is repeated in all ancient and modern religious books and stories ..though the names and places change the stories do not.

Here is a clip from one of a trilogy of films called The Chronicles of Riddick. The characters in the clip have to outrun the sun, which waits for no man.

As I am nearing the end of my account of my feelings and experiences at The Silent Eye Spring Workshop I find I want to linger with the memories and stop time.

Weekly Song Challenge 10

This is lauravent69 Weekly Song Challenge 10.

The Rules are :

Copy rules and add to your own post, pinging back to this post.
Post music videos for your answers to the musical questions.
Tag two people to participate!
Easy!

1. Post a video of a musical commercial jingle.

Shake and Vac Advert from 1980s

2. Post a music video of a song that is geographical.

Barcelona By Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballé.

3. Post a music video of a song from an animated Disney movie.

A whole new world . From Aladdin.

I challenge:

Anyone that wants to participate!! Let’s have a little bit of fun!

I need cheering up!

Watch out for Axil Rose’s entrance at 3mins 19secs.

I just keep smiling , I won’t give up!

Halloween, a countdown

Lorraine is  doing  a  great  theme  entitled  Countdown  to  Halloween.   Well  she  is  asking  for  songs, and  books  to  read  for  Halloween. Well I  put  on my thinking cap  and  dug  deep into  my  archives  and  found  some of  my  old  Halloween  poems and  revamped them  for  the season! I  have  added  some of  my favourite  spooky  music   as  for  reading  material …….

The Lovely Bones  by  Alice  Sebold.   Dracula’s Guest and Other Weird Stories 

by Bram Stoker

 

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I know that it is  raining  I can see that it is  wet

But you are my familiar  and not a blooming pet!

I have asked you nicely I have even said please

Now go and get me food or I shall infest you with flees.

Excuse me, Lady  Mistress, this does not seem quite right

Just where in my contract does it say I have to work for you at night!

You have run me ragged every minute of today

I am tired now and my feathers are wet and here in the warm I need to stay.

Pardon me, my fine feathered friend, pardon me my beauty

I am not requesting  that you get me food I am demanding that you do your duty.

I am the one in charge not you . I am the tortured soul of a Vampire

You do as I bid  and brook me not. Go, go on, What are waiting for, wet weather attire.

Well Mistress that would not go amiss for I am not a duck,

And if I get lost  you will miss out and that would be such bad luck.

Be Gone Get out and find me fresh blood

And if you play your cards right I shall dip you in the stream on your return to remove the mud.

 

Running for  Life

Step after step I drag myself through the rain

Blind to all around me , my  mind closed to the pangs of pain.

Fear, hatred and panic screaming in my head, loathing causing in my veins.

Step after  blooded step , fast as I can and yet it is coming still gaining.

I stumble and fall , legs and arms graze I crawl no point in complaining.

Hot breath on my neck I shudder in fear I smell his rank sweat as he draws near

I feel his claws scrape at my flesh, I loose a scream of primal fear.

Ripping at my dress and  hair I run for my life, to look over my shoulder I don’t dare.

No choices left to me, naught I can do . I stand and face the beast  for death I prepare.

Eyes red as the devil, pure evil it seems it closes on me the worst of all my bad dreams.

Caught in his clutches, mercy is not on the cards, so  I beg for divine intervention

Praying  hard, His nostrils are flaring he’s baring his fangs letting me live is not his intention.

Finally all I can do is fall on my knees and pray , why must this horror be my last of days.

Suddenly after a thunderous noise a white flash as lightening  carved him in half God be Praised.

Broken and bleeding I lay in the mud,my life slipping out of me no fight left no more……..

 

The Vampires shall not  have  thee.

I am the tree witch I am hiding in the forest green

I move by stealth I blend in and I am rarely seen.

I am waiting to trap a soul, it is something I must do.

Over the years I have stolen quite a few.

My hair is long and lustrous and really very strong,

It can catch you and entrap you as quick as a whip’s thong.

I have roots growing out from my feet and spreading from my hem,

Leaves spread from fingers and from my backbone stem thrice fold pairs of arms.

If you look close enough I will bewitch you with my charms.

My eyes are deftly painted to show off their emerald

Green my lips are always blood red well another colour would be obscene.

I have a lighted candle in my third left hand my way to light,  

I have seen you about your business and I have come for you tonight.

I know you are not too special but I have watched you in your room at night,

Alone with computer and your mind in fantasy’s flight.

You long for a Vampire to relieve you of your soul

You seem to think that one of my cousins would make your sad life whole.

I have thought this over I have listened to your prayers.

I have lingered by your window and taken in your every word.

There is something about you, something that I like so

I have decided you will endure no Vampires bite.

So look out your window and see my candles’ light,

Come out my little human soul have no fear I shall treat you right.

You will be so much better off with me than in a Vampires lair tonight

Just look out your window and see my candle light is there.

AH! at last you see me, curiosity in your eyes.

That is right my darling make your way to me,

For you my body cries. At last you are so near to me I catch your human scent

Come close now my darling my love for you I must vent.

At last you are within my reach, come nearer to the candle

Yes closer,closer my darling no need to be gentle my branches will not break.

I have you now my darling I own your soul

I have waited aeons for a man to make me whole!

Leave me where  I  am 

Sun, warm upon my skin

As I woke from sleep I felt zing,

A tingle climbing from my feet

Seeping up through me to my mouth , a taste so sweet.

Slowly I became aware of my surroundings, beautiful, strange,

How did I get here. It seemed I was in a fairy dell

With lacy ivy dressed with silver dew and an enchanted smell.

I stood amid a ruined building

That unto a great forest was yielding.

The light was streaming in through open doors

And windows, portals warming up the grassy floors.

These are not my clothes. I have never had dressed like this ,

Own this dress? I wish!

my dress? I wish!

Looking up I see the sun

And feel as though my life has just begun.

Forget the past and all that is real.

This my new life this is how I want to feel.

I never want to return to the rat run that was my life

A nobody, mother and wife.

This is where I ought to be,

Perfect, peaceful, beautiful me.

No I would rather stay here, it is easier than the other place

OH! this is so beautiful , gentle happy I feel no fear.

It is simple it is clear, I am safe and warm I shall stay here.

As I walk the sweetest scent of flowers dance around my nose,

I hear running water outside where a gentle stream flows.

I stoop to pick the pretty flowers suddenly I feel sad

I know this place is not real but this is the best time I have ever had

So please don’t wake me , leave me where I am. I’ll come back when I have to.

 

Morrigan  a nightmare 

morrigan

Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters,  black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

In the sky  over head weaved her Raven broad of wing and sharp of eye

Black and shiny against a grey unholy sky.

Waters broke about her feet,

Icy cold but to her sweet.

She is the rebirth of the dead

She is the one on which all darkness is fed.

Slowly as the thunder clashed

She turned to face me and an evil light in her eyes flashed.

Reaching out her hand to me

She gently cooed that she had come to set me free.

Relinquish all of you that is good give in to me

Relax, release I am here to set you free.

No I screamed I will not bow to you, I am not such easy prey

Here I stand and here I shall stay

Do what ever you have come to do.

Angry now she motioned to her raven down,

He swooped at speed. So fast was he and noisy too.

His warning screech I did not heed

In he came with talons long and beak razor sharp on my face to feed.

my eyes so bright

That was how I lost my sight,

It was wrench from me that dark grey night .

Still I was steadfast I stood my ground

Though her raven ripped at me and threw my flesh all around.

I would not give into the dead

I uttered every prayer I had ever said.

Finally in the cold light of dawn

I found myself on the shore lost and forlorn.

Pained and I could see no more.

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Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters  black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

 

Well hurry up  that  shadow is  closing in  on  you  go  and  visit  Lorraine   at  her  blog.

Lorraine’s frilly freudian slip

Can’t do right for wrong

Dark days come  more  than  not  right  now

I fear opening  my  mouth  for  being  called a  cow.

Every  action, every word  is  misunderstood

I  give up it too hard to please, useless, no  good.

 

I hate  raised  voices   but  they  are  assailing  me

I find  myself  saying  things  I  don’t  mean, you see

Just  digging  myself  deeper  into  a  black  hole

No escape, no chance , no hope . Pain  eats  my soul.

 

Long  weekend  ahead  Easter  celebrations… please

It is  not  here, just  the  Arctic  freeze.

I  shall  button  my  lip  , close  my  mouth

Keep  my  eyes  lowered  and  hope  my  spirits can fly  south.

 

 

Acrostic Poem: Violinist

Vibrant  notes attack  the  air

Inhailing  gasps  from  all those  there.

Ovatures  of dancing  fire

Lay waste  to men upon the funeral pyre.

Involantary feet  begin dance

No one  escapes  the devil’s dance .

In exhaustion she  drops her  bow

Seed like,  on the  wind  her  notes flow

Timing  the musians  friend turns on her in the  end!

Imogen Heap’s Progress

Well  hello  everyone  here  is  a little  extra  blog  I  just wanted  to  do!

You  all know  how  much  I  love Imogen Heap , yes  you know  that is  true!

So  this  is  an out  and out  fan post,  a post to show  I  really  am impressed .

So  this  shows   much  her  techniques  of  making  music have progressed .

 

She  started  out  with  lots of  machines,  computer  and keyboards, bells  and  recorders.Phew !

 

Also  another  one  of  Imogen  on stage  working hard  before  gloves!! Phew  exhausting!

 

Then she  started  to  develop her  Me.Mi gloves  , I  picked  this video  because one it  shows  her lovely  home  and  because it is  not  as long  and  technical as  some of the talks  she has done  on the subject!

 

 

And  finally  so  as not  to bore  everyone   here  she is  performing  with  her  gloves  , the  song  me  the machine  is  so beautiful .

I  do hope  you all enjoy!

 

Thank  you  for bearing   with me!!

 

Thurday Music Theme : Music of the Eighties.

Hello  everyone  Bear  has allowed  me to pick  this weeks  theme , I  know  I do  not  always  join in   but I  do love  to when I can! Well I have picked The Music  Of  The Eighties .

In 1983 I was 30yrs old I had  three  children, infact I had  just  had  my  last  boy!

The  first  song  I pick is  Take On ME  By A-Ha : It was revolutionary to  me  and the video  so so  clever.

Nothing  says  eighties  more  The Eye Of  The Tiger by  Survivor. The  raw determinstiion  in the song  and the video ! WooW  it takes  me back to 1982  every  time I hear it . I was pregnant with our  youngest  and my  Mum was well  and had  not had any her  strokes  and was staying  with us …… I miss  my  Mum!

Now 1983 The  voice f the Eighties  Bonnie Tyler . Boy  she was something  and she is still  singing! I thought she was etheral  and I wanted  to be her!

Then of course  another  of  my  favourite  female singer  song writer  in colaberation  with  her one  time partner Dave Stewart in Eurithmics  The  lyrics  the Look , someone else I want  to emulate. I only  manage  to get  the nerve to have my  hair  cropped  and coloured in  late forties! ..In my  defence I did break out!

I seem to be  stuck in 1983  here  but t was a year  and a half  for music. The  Police . Every Breath  You Take. Everyone  loved  this  and it was popular  for  wedding  videos… we did not hav DVDs  yet!  Trouble  was  the song is  not  a love  song  it very threating  and about  a stalker.

The  film of  1983  for  me was Flash Dance I had  jus  had  a child  after  an eight year gap  and I started to panic  …. so  when the boys  were at school  and  the baby was asleep  I would  dance  to the sound track  while doing  the chores!!  I have not  picked  the obvious  track  but  my  favourite  Maniac  By Michael Sombrello  

Okay 1981  The Australian group  Men at  Work  took us  all by  storm. The video alone is an eye opener  not to mention the fabulous lyrics  and tune ! Love  love love .

I really  must  apologise  I have got  stuck  in my own personal  journey I  do hope  you have not been  board. I could  go on and on  but I am going to top here  with  Toto‘s Africa ..just  brilliant . Any  song  that in cludes  the line “As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become” is  just awesome !

I do hope  o enjoyed  my  trip  down memory lane.

Please  check out  the other Themeists.

Bear

Lisa

Johnny

Maddie

Counting Stars

I need something  inspiational !

Hugs  to everyone!

Just Jot It January: The Flower Child

Flowers in her hair and  the colours of the rainbow

She was brighter than the sun, from her life seemed to flow.

Fast  and furious was she fleet of foot and slight of hand

Tuned into her music, upon her face a smile always drawing  futures in the sand!

 

Lighting up the sky  like Lucy she sparkles like a diamond

She takes your hand  and draws  you out beyond

The multicoloured  horizon,  away up the steps to the twinkling star

You  will be amazed at  how full of life  she can show that you are.

 

This post is part of Just Jot It January hosted by Linda G Hill.

Thanks for tuning in and if you want to join, feel free to click on the link and start jotting!

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