Prayer to Poseidon

We meet again, Old Man.
As always, I came to commune- not to worship
I came NOT to edify
I'm here to defy your wishes

Remember, I worship the one true GOD who is neither greek nor roman,
He who chose to be a descendant of the ancient race of hebrew slaves
to free us from mortal tyrants and petty gods like you

But of all the powers-that-be, I've grown fond of you, Old Man.

Each visit to your domain gives me a glimpse of eternity
Each wave that crests, foams, and strikes the shore
echoes memories of my youth
spent probing your depths.

I remember how you almost took me in your bosom
How hard I swam against your unforgiving current,
How you made the riggings of my soul glow with the embers of Saint Elmo.

You tried, Old Friend, and you FAILED

BUT

You alone witnessed the sensual secrets my woman and I share

I know that you will not surrender them to anyone even until fiery Helios welcomes your breath into his arms- eons and eons from now.

So, I'm here again, Old Man.
even after a long absence I have not forgotten.
Ready or not, I'm coming, Old friend.

So do your worst...

you bloody bastard.

-MCGMD, June 18, 2006. Bauang, Launion.