Musings

Belief is a strange thing. It seems despite having proof my father has come back from the grave. Those closest to me do not believe me. Instead they stick to their dull lives planning their daily routines. There isn’t much substance to be had. There is much to be said about their disbelief of my situation. The fact that I cannot explain what has happened nor can I justify it. I’m one step closer to figuring out how Uncle Claudius killed my father. Why my mother stays with him is beyond me. Thus my world is falling apart, the woman I love is betraying me and is fickle in her dealings, what to do about a woman whose words are soft but her intentions are harsh.

The Meek shall inherit the earth.

Musings

Madness

I don’t like it here

It’s dark in here
who are you?

What are you doing?

Who keeps me here
You’re not real

What is our purpose?

I’m trapped in myself

I don’t blame you
It’s silent in here
What are you?

What haven’t you done?

You keep yourself here
I’m as real as you

One cannot escape themselves

Madness

Ophelia

Ophelia, a delicate rose
whose nature is so gentle
it as if there is a moment
where she can be torn in two.
Her fragility mirrored
by her soft looks,
despite harsh upbringing.
Oh, she is but a sweet, caring woman,
whose intentions can be murky,
but of good heart.
Her lips, what beauty,
as beautiful as a sunrise,
tried and true.

A succubus,
able to entice men to do
her bidding,
my Uncle’s charge,
she decieves me in my life.
Curse her and her ability to
weaselher way into my life,
she will turn men against her
and cuckold him with her beauty.
She will give her husband
horns with her inevitable
impurity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ophelia

Alas, poor Yorick

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
me one thing.

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Alas, poor Yorick

Uncle Claudius Did It

I just know Uncle Claudius did it, he always was a jealous man. He hath taken my father’s life in order to advance his own agenda, he is no better than the serpent in Genesis, lying to get what he wants. If only I could prove Claudius’ guilt to the world, perhaps I would be seen in a more amiable light instead of one of the depressed son of a king.

I must eradicate this man and his sniveling incompetence. His shady dealings and lack of compassion.

Uncle Claudius Did It

Sleep

Sleep away the day let dreams be captured

You’re safer than you were yesterday

Don’t let the moment pass when it’s raptured

The night will drag on while you lay

When you wake go on more adventures

To capture the moments still waiting

Ignoring the fears that turn to censures

Don’t let yourself down without fighting

A man only knows his life is boring

When he does not  embrace his true calling

Do not waste your dreams with hope of snoring

Trust yourself to stop from falling

There are things in life we do not know

We will only learn them when they show

 

Sleep

Father Don’t Leave Me

I believe I saw the ghost of my father tonight, alas poor father, he hath lived a short life. He implores that I find his killer, his brother Claudius and questions my intentions. What to do about mortality, hence we shall always deal with life in a way that, in death, we regret.

My mother does nothing to change this, only continuing her incestuous reign on our kingdom, her vanity and need to keep her reputation supersedes her need to keep it true to herself. She has yet to prove to be anything other than a fickle woman, and my father reflected that in my dreams.

Psalm 119: 163:  I hate and detest falsehood but I love your law.

 

Father Don’t Leave Me

Father dead too Soon

Alas, my father’s death plagues me so. What to do about the new king’s policies and his obvious dangerous nature. His ideals are impossible to understand and his best interests are difficult to assess. Uncle Claudius, I think he killed my father, but how do I prove such a thing? My father, he plagues my dreams, comes to me and asks me to find his killer.

Mark 10:19: You know the commandments, “DO NOT MURDER, DO NOT COMMIT ADULTERY, DO NOT STEAL, DO NOT BEAR FALSE WITNESS, Do not defraud, HONOR YOUR FATHER AND MOTHER.”

Father dead too Soon

What is going on here?

So my Uncle Claudius took it upon himself to marry my mother while I was away. How could this happen? From incestuous sheets they lie, as they defy God’s will and test natural order. My father’s body not yet stilled and a marriage takes place, my mourning seen as misplaced. How can I support a marriage where there has been no time to mourn the dead. Uncle Claudius views my mourning as childish and feminine, alas there is not much I can do to fill my empty hole of a heart.

Hebrews 13:4 – Marriage [is] honourable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge.

What is going on here?