My captain sailed the sea
Of waves and hurricanes
Of lovers of tears

My captain who sailed the sea
He cried upon a shore
Mermaids wailed, fishes gone for help

Where is My Captain who once sailed the sea?
He was no more by the shore
Then the ocean started to mourn

He was found, My Ol' Captain
Laying rotten dead
Beneath the ship, covered red
It was heartache, they said

Jesus and the Devil in an Arm Wrestling fight
The battle between light and darkness with no light
Praise determining might with fire as a plight
Revelation challenging speculation
Darkness sees a match with no defeat
The reality that the Devil wants the Lord to retreat
Heavenly bond with stability in feat
Yet light and fire to the finish
Who will win out being distinguished?
Jesus has the power to win
The Devil wants Jesus and the world to give in
Jesus is the savior with a record of divine victory
The chapter being the end of story
However, there is power with glory
The Devil certainly decline and become history
Who says Evil can always win out?
Yet the roar of Thunder, and Lightening being God’s voice is what I am talking about
Arm Wrestling with the Devil going into a bend
Jesus is clearly the winner from beginning to end.

If I was to edit my life,
I would have to ponder.
Now, what shall I remove?

NOTHING,
as the good flows into the bad,
and the bad flows into the good,
intertwining to expand self.

NOTHING,
as everything has brought me
to the greatness of who I am.
The eternal flame,
that glows with the light of my divinity.

I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m *******
in the prison
which has yet to exist



Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate



Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk



Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain



I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality



Like the shadow
I am

And

I am not

Oh, woe!  Oh, woe!  Oh, woe, my girl has died!
Her funeral's tonight, oh, how I grieve!
I knew this day would come, I would not hide,
yet as the news has come, I can't believe!

A strong and faithful servant she had been,
who carried me when I was found alone.
She promised to stand by my side till in
the course of time my flesh would leave its bone.

In white attire she'll lay within the cask,
as my old marriage laid within the same.
I'll pour my soul as spirit from a flask,
upon her sleeping face and call her name:

Oh Hope, dear Hope, you've left me far too soon,
and joined my former wife in honeymoon.

(C)2013, Christos Rigakos

O, how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might
To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
But since your worth, wide as the ocean is,
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark, inferior far to his,
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or, being wrecked, I am a worthless boat,
He of tall building, and of goodly pride.
    Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
    The worst was this: my love was my decay.

come with me
you poor
you downtrodden
together we can raise the sky
where there are those
in a deeper circle of hell than yours
help them up
as one
we will take the next level
then the one above