Myth Madness

Myth Madness


Came out of my mind rising

aloft upon a rooftop flying

horses of fables, lying

stories below in stables needing revising

(no tortoise or hare racing anywhere)

in editions of mystifying

myths long-time dying

in the midst of time-disguising

ages of wisdom, while defying

logic and science by scrying

crystals and prizing

alchemy though denying

the Earth and Sun rotation belying

their ancient myths.


Ran out of my mind chasing

a steeple, a cross, the way, craving

images in the same way braving

the elements uncovered embracing

idols sculpted misbehaving

in positions of power enslaving

others, their own conduct debasing

and grotesque, but now paving

their way to prisons and dissaving

their nest eggs, while erasing

olden fears of dishonor, waiving

blame, and putting it waving

from the front pages explaining

their daily myths.


Cut out of my mind wailing

a house of too many gables

a suit from too many tailors

a desert without any wells

a party without a garland

a tender peck with no ginger

a college dean driving out west

a grant of land in need of a gardener

a temple in need of a chaplain

a cooper who’s over a barrel

a bet that cost it all

and lost it all while regaling


Now, #Metoo may be curtailing

The way they make all

their modern moving myths.


  • Gary Edward Geraci

    Modern man (and ancient man alike) needs and tells myths as if it is is written upon the deepest recess of the heart. Why? G.K. Chesterton answers brilliantly in his book “The Everlasting Man.” A thought provoking write.

  • Suresh

    It's everything you said and more. Myths were created to put certain entities on an untouchable, unreachable pedastal. To control the masses by a few, and most by the victorious

  • Neville

    You can beat an egg and you can beat a carpet... but ya can't beat a good myth can ya...... I think the way you have approached the issue here is worthy of loud applause... so many questions and possibilities are threaded throughout... almost mythological in its own write..... Neville

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