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With a bone crunching wallop The man crash landed back on Earth With his ***** full and an empty stomach Scrambling onto his feet he looked back up to the stars Waving a clenched fist Flicking his wrist hard His eyes teary and with dry lips he says **** you stars, I long for the day,” The flowers and the trees started to wane The fish in the sea washed up in the waves The stars shone on But the Sun never came. The man wandered the landscape Through villages and towns Motorways lit by streetlights Not a soul could be found Still the stars peered from within the night Watching him struggle Sniggering amongst themselves They meant nothing but trouble And trouble was double The man wandered alone In his own little bubble Even the Bard was void of the man’s thoughts Probably rambling round bars Rambling to himself of course Free alcohol and speech But all the liquor in the land Couldn’t bring back their sun Just those sparkling stars Over sparkling wine Each with a broken heart And a broken mind The man yearned for the sun His body ached for its rays But the sun never did come And neither did the day. With icy cold fingers The man strikes a match It’s warm and it flickers but it goes out too fast His breath is visible as smoke And another match is lit It’s flames in the dark spit and poke The stars they have to be provoked He looks up into the night The constellation Gemini Well past her best Why is she in his head? She broke his heart But only a little dent A life lesson but nothing spent Just a love that wasn’t meant “Be gone Gemini No need to specify But be gone from the sky We have no connection to verify,” And in a supernova Geminis time in the sky was over A cosmic event one step closer But still the sun never came The man with a new sense of purpose Set his sights on a new target Libra sitting there proud in the heavens She who lived with so much balance The weight must be shifted This curse of love must be lifted So grateful for the love she had The man’s heart weighs heavy He inhaled such a deep breath That the whole galaxy wobbled unsteady A black hole, supermassive And in she fell, our Libra now inactive One less constellation But the sun stayed away in desolation He cracked open a can Chugged back a swig Knowing his next fight would be big The man made many mistakes He minded his manners mostly But next was Leo the Lioness You must watch her closely With razor sharp jaws And claws on her piercing paws She’ll turn you into origami Or maybe even filigree You’ll be in bits it’s a guarantee The man slicked back his cap And spat these words at she The planets that came of me Are both our past, present and ahead In order for them to burden life We must call a truce instead Let’s work together You hate and that’s all they’ll know You forgive and our planets will grow The Lioness lay down and rested The man’s words taught her a lesson But still the Sun hid from the heavens. With the sky reshaping The man’s heart keeps breaking He still wanders round the dark A mission he has undertaken His eyes close and he sees light An abundance of bright visions Every image the blinding sun Crackling and snapping warmth Those ray like arms wrap around him The flames of adoration surround him Aries in the sky she flickers blue and white True and bright this is the final night The man’s war on the stars In a galaxy far far away End tonight and sparks alight a new day Goodness gracious globulars and galaxies Gush globs of glittering gasses like glinting glasses Glimmering and glistening by the gallon galore Generating genuine grandeur in a great greedy glow While gentle gentlemen grab at growing gravity I am the Bard and this is my morality You need me in this final battle for strategy Two minds are better than one Let’s not duel let’s be dual Let’s do it for our muse the sun This can be won It can be done The horns have blown The drums been drummed Arise to the skies The constellation Aries We’re coming for our sunrise. The bard the man and all their lovers A story to tell under the covers Aries sits defiant arms crossed The bards dismissed the man is lost You want space? Look around you Says the man hoping she’ll subdue No better place in existence for you I gave you all my hearts desire More fire than what burns inside your core You’re in the sky ‘cause I made you soar Now you make me sore but no more I adore you Aries Though the feeling is not mutual I may as well believe in fairies You know that is unusual I’ll turn away and never look or weep Your part of the sky is yours to keep So the bard and the man turned their back Shunning Aries and grabbed a jetpack Warp speed chić Outer space here they come Ready to go and find their sun The constellations played their part You close your eyes and remember the stars Molten magma moves with manic momentum Motion makes the magenta machine moan Mad males with malice and metal mallets March maddening, marvellous magical manics Moon, mad, moo, mad, mindless maniacs Melt misery by the minute to midnight Might need a miracle to make the morning. You and the moon That has eclipsed you Are on a trajectory You both are affixed to So all this night This cold dark time Is only temporary You’re both part time I have been blessed By a goddess I must confess That my past life was a mess I know you’ll always shine on me Those little kiss of rays will set me free I am mortal and you’re eternal You keep me heated because you’re thermal You’re a bright star With a present moon Myself and the bard Will be leaving soon He’ll forever scribe Tales of a goddess sun Thats shinning bright Although I feel Your rays cast light I’ll blow you a kiss And wish you goodnight. The moon threw himself in front of the sun And a ringlet of light was projected The Bard and the Man’s prize had at last come A halo for the duo was presented For as some stars are lost lovers And some lovers are lost stars And true love is star crossed. No mortal no wordsmith or darling Could ever be worthy of a sun God Yet still she lashed his lips with her light Her rays were meant for all life. These two ascended angels These Demi gods above Are proof that distance Is not the death of love.
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:44 PM UTC
The Bard, the Man and all their Lovers
With a bone crunching wallop The man crash landed back on Earth With his ***** full and an empty stomach Scrambling onto his feet he looked back up to the stars Waving a clenched fist Flicking his wrist hard His eyes teary and with dry lips he says **** you stars, I long for the day,” The flowers and the trees started to wane The fish in the sea washed up in the waves The stars shone on But the Sun never came. The man wandered the landscape Through villages and towns Motorways lit by streetlights Not a soul could be found Still the stars peered from within the night Watching him struggle Sniggering amongst themselves They meant nothing but trouble And trouble was double The man wandered alone In his own little bubble Even the Bard was void of the man’s thoughts Probably rambling round bars Rambling to himself of course Free alcohol and speech But all the liquor in the land Couldn’t bring back their sun Just those sparkling stars Over sparkling wine Each with a broken heart And a broken mind The man yearned for the sun His body ached for its rays But the sun never did come And neither did the day. With icy cold fingers The man strikes a match It’s warm and it flickers but it goes out too fast His breath is visible as smoke And another match is lit It’s flames in the dark spit and poke The stars they have to be provoked He looks up into the night The constellation Gemini Well past her best Why is she in his head? She broke his heart But only a little dent A life lesson but nothing spent Just a love that wasn’t meant “Be gone Gemini No need to specify But be gone from the sky We have no connection to verify,” And in a supernova Geminis time in the sky was over A cosmic event one step closer But still the sun never came The man with a new sense of purpose Set his sights on a new target Libra sitting there proud in the heavens She who lived with so much balance The weight must be shifted This curse of love must be lifted So grateful for the love she had The man’s heart weighs heavy He inhaled such a deep breath That the whole galaxy wobbled unsteady A black hole, supermassive And in she fell, our Libra now inactive One less constellation But the sun stayed away in desolation He cracked open a can Chugged back a swig Knowing his next fight would be big The man made many mistakes He minded his manners mostly But next was Leo the Lioness You must watch her closely With razor sharp jaws And claws on her piercing paws She’ll turn you into origami Or maybe even filigree You’ll be in bits it’s a guarantee The man slicked back his cap And spat these words at she The planets that came of me Are both our past, present and ahead In order for them to burden life We must call a truce instead Let’s work together You hate and that’s all they’ll know You forgive and our planets will grow The Lioness lay down and rested The man’s words taught her a lesson But still the Sun hid from the heavens. With the sky reshaping The man’s heart keeps breaking He still wanders round the dark A mission he has undertaken His eyes close and he sees light An abundance of bright visions Every image the blinding sun Crackling and snapping warmth Those ray like arms wrap around him The flames of adoration surround him Aries in the sky she flickers blue and white True and bright this is the final night The man’s war on the stars In a galaxy far far away End tonight and sparks alight a new day Goodness gracious globulars and galaxies Gush globs of glittering gasses like glinting glasses Glimmering and glistening by the gallon galore Generating genuine grandeur in a great greedy glow While gentle gentlemen grab at growing gravity I am the Bard and this is my morality You need me in this final battle for strategy Two minds are better than one Let’s not duel let’s be dual Let’s do it for our muse the sun This can be won It can be done The horns have blown The drums been drummed Arise to the skies The constellation Aries We’re coming for our sunrise. The bard the man and all their lovers A story to tell under the covers Aries sits defiant arms crossed The bards dismissed the man is lost You want space? Look around you Says the man hoping she’ll subdue No better place in existence for you I gave you all my hearts desire More fire than what burns inside your core You’re in the sky ‘cause I made you soar Now you make me sore but no more I adore you Aries Though the feeling is not mutual I may as well believe in fairies You know that is unusual I’ll turn away and never look or weep Your part of the sky is yours to keep So the bard and the man turned their back Shunning Aries and grabbed a jetpack Warp speed chić Outer space here they come Ready to go and find their sun The constellations played their part You close your eyes and remember the stars Molten magma moves with manic momentum Motion makes the magenta machine moan Mad males with malice and metal mallets March maddening, marvellous magical manics Moon, mad, moo, mad, mindless maniacs Melt misery by the minute to midnight Might need a miracle to make the morning. You and the moon That has eclipsed you Are on a trajectory You both are affixed to So all this night This cold dark time Is only temporary You’re both part time I have been blessed By a goddess I must confess That my past life was a mess I know you’ll always shine on me Those little kiss of rays will set me free I am mortal and you’re eternal You keep me heated because you’re thermal You’re a bright star With a present moon Myself and the bard Will be leaving soon He’ll forever scribe Tales of a goddess sun Thats shinning bright Although I feel Your rays cast light I’ll blow you a kiss And wish you goodnight. The moon threw himself in front of the sun And a ringlet of light was projected The Bard and the Man’s prize had at last come A halo for the duo was presented For as some stars are lost lovers And some lovers are lost stars And true love is star crossed. No mortal no wordsmith or darling Could ever be worthy of a sun God Yet still she lashed his lips with her light Her rays were meant for all life. These two ascended angels These Demi gods above Are proof that distance Is not the death of love.
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Cursed? Condemned? To wander the Earth for eternity? Aeneas, or Cain as some call him, Was a person of renown - a leader and scholar. Part of the crew of Odysseus, He was called to the ship But neglected to board it. The name of the isle of flowers? The Garden of Eden. It's caretaker? Cybele. Before the isle Aeneas, like others, Were offered the Trials. This was to visit all the places Currently & properly "gardened." Reward for completion of the Trials Was longevity, strength, et cetera. Gnomen & Seers had procured, Through generations of Trial & error, A potent cataplasm Which they learned to mutate/grow Into a selected fruit. Like an apple. The Garden of Eden Was a place of experimentation, Much in the same vein as the Tower of Babel. Where the Tower of Babel was focused On the development and perfection of communication; In things like language, oration, poetry, literature, et cetera The Garden of Eden was focused On experimentation with different forms of chemicals. Chemicals, of course, coming in many forms; Plants, minerals, other natural phenomena, substances & combinations, et cetera. Part of this was experimentation with psychotropics, Attempting to develop natural immunities To such things like alcohol and cannabis. Aeneas & Cybele, Driven mad by drugs & mental-illness, Left the isle. For Aeneas was a rule-breaker And confided in Cybele all that he understood and knew About the Trials. Aeneas had one trial left, The Maze. The Maze was enormous. Upon its walls All of human history was carved, The entirety of that which was experienced by us. All that had been relayed by various Gnomen & Seers Through generation after generation. Carved in ways that could be universally understood, At least by those living within those ancient societies. The red thread? A guide to weapons, combat, subjugation/domination, et cetera. This area of the Maze Also housed a weapons cache In the event the Maze was threatened or attacked. Who informed Aeneas of the red thread? Cybele. Who informed Cybele? Scylla. You see, as previously mentioned, Part of the Trials was to visit All these areas which had been "gardened." Auxiliary to this Was to visit all those Who had been deemed unworthy or had failed the Trials, Like Scylla had been before meeting Cybele. Living cautionary tales, "Condemned" not to "wander" But to live out their natural existences On isles which were gardened for beings Like predators and plant life which was vicious. It was Scylla who "blew" Odysseus & his crew off course, Knowing of Cybele & Eden. Cybele who later drugged the "Minotaur."
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Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 12:37 PM UTC
Odysseus
Cursed? Condemned? To wander the Earth for eternity? Aeneas, or Cain as some call him, Was a person of renown - a leader and scholar. Part of the crew of Odysseus, He was called to the ship But neglected to board it. The name of the isle of flowers? The Garden of Eden. It's caretaker? Cybele. Before the isle Aeneas, like others, Were offered the Trials. This was to visit all the places Currently & properly "gardened." Reward for completion of the Trials Was longevity, strength, et cetera. Gnomen & Seers had procured, Through generations of Trial & error, A potent cataplasm Which they learned to mutate/grow Into a selected fruit. Like an apple. The Garden of Eden Was a place of experimentation, Much in the same vein as the Tower of Babel. Where the Tower of Babel was focused On the development and perfection of communication; In things like language, oration, poetry, literature, et cetera The Garden of Eden was focused On experimentation with different forms of chemicals. Chemicals, of course, coming in many forms; Plants, minerals, other natural phenomena, substances & combinations, et cetera. Part of this was experimentation with psychotropics, Attempting to develop natural immunities To such things like alcohol and cannabis. Aeneas & Cybele, Driven mad by drugs & mental-illness, Left the isle. For Aeneas was a rule-breaker And confided in Cybele all that he understood and knew About the Trials. Aeneas had one trial left, The Maze. The Maze was enormous. Upon its walls All of human history was carved, The entirety of that which was experienced by us. All that had been relayed by various Gnomen & Seers Through generation after generation. Carved in ways that could be universally understood, At least by those living within those ancient societies. The red thread? A guide to weapons, combat, subjugation/domination, et cetera. This area of the Maze Also housed a weapons cache In the event the Maze was threatened or attacked. Who informed Aeneas of the red thread? Cybele. Who informed Cybele? Scylla. You see, as previously mentioned, Part of the Trials was to visit All these areas which had been "gardened." Auxiliary to this Was to visit all those Who had been deemed unworthy or had failed the Trials, Like Scylla had been before meeting Cybele. Living cautionary tales, "Condemned" not to "wander" But to live out their natural existences On isles which were gardened for beings Like predators and plant life which was vicious. It was Scylla who "blew" Odysseus & his crew off course, Knowing of Cybele & Eden. Cybele who later drugged the "Minotaur."
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Bring a goat or sheep or the accused or the mad or a hostile woman- so near the knife’s edge of the sea that their blood will spill into the brine. The sea is bountiful, but it must be fed. Dark clouds gather. You will smell it before you see it- a black column of rain blowing over the horizon And the twisted bodies, will roll in the surf like empty shells until the tide pulls them out.
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May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 5:00 AM UTC
Empty shells
I heard you sing, siren,   words that made my loneliness fade   one dusk on a summer night,   a green flash along the horizon of the world.   Your song stopped my thoughts,   and I floated high above the white-capped sea   through deep, blue shine, silver moonbeams,   echoes of the sun,   leading me peacefully through the dark,   leaving behind the noise of my past,   the weariness, the struggles, the hard parts.   And I flew   away—   far away I went with you,   where my heart didn’t ache and time didn’t pass,   where we wouldn’t grow old   watching dreams through broken glass,   where beauty couldn’t fade,   and fear couldn’t separate twin souls,   soul mates.   But now,   lift the cool night air from my blue feet   tucked under the soft edges of a warm quilt.   The music of your voice   must be filling space beyond here   I lie in—this fleeting moment,   alone.   Out the window I go—   I no longer see the stars   behind the shadows of the trees,   but the night smells sweet—   wet dirt, cool in the dark,   coating grounded feet.   To tread on lilies, clovers, mossy stones,   breathing life into my bones.   This is where you’ve left me—   as you sing around the world—   standing at the edge of black abyss,   where death is nothing to fear.   And I could slip away forever   should I once more hear,   mid-song, mid-breath, mid-tear,   the waves of your music—   anything but this sharp silence   whistling in my ears.   You, siren, were different—   your voice will never fade.   You will echo through the cosmos,   off the concrete basement walls,   forever writ on digital and analog.   Your music will outlast us all.   You make me feel so very small   standing here   looking up at… it all.   Was your song real, my love?   Or just a dream?   My memories are fading now,   rolling waves lap on the shore,   and here I am again,   alone, unsure—   Will I love again?   No, not ever,   not without you now.   No, never,   no more.
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Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC
Siren
I heard you sing, siren,   words that made my loneliness fade   one dusk on a summer night,   a green flash along the horizon of the world.   Your song stopped my thoughts,   and I floated high above the white-capped sea   through deep, blue shine, silver moonbeams,   echoes of the sun,   leading me peacefully through the dark,   leaving behind the noise of my past,   the weariness, the struggles, the hard parts.   And I flew   away—   far away I went with you,   where my heart didn’t ache and time didn’t pass,   where we wouldn’t grow old   watching dreams through broken glass,   where beauty couldn’t fade,   and fear couldn’t separate twin souls,   soul mates.   But now,   lift the cool night air from my blue feet   tucked under the soft edges of a warm quilt.   The music of your voice   must be filling space beyond here   I lie in—this fleeting moment,   alone.   Out the window I go—   I no longer see the stars   behind the shadows of the trees,   but the night smells sweet—   wet dirt, cool in the dark,   coating grounded feet.   To tread on lilies, clovers, mossy stones,   breathing life into my bones.   This is where you’ve left me—   as you sing around the world—   standing at the edge of black abyss,   where death is nothing to fear.   And I could slip away forever   should I once more hear,   mid-song, mid-breath, mid-tear,   the waves of your music—   anything but this sharp silence   whistling in my ears.   You, siren, were different—   your voice will never fade.   You will echo through the cosmos,   off the concrete basement walls,   forever writ on digital and analog.   Your music will outlast us all.   You make me feel so very small   standing here   looking up at… it all.   Was your song real, my love?   Or just a dream?   My memories are fading now,   rolling waves lap on the shore,   and here I am again,   alone, unsure—   Will I love again?   No, not ever,   not without you now.   No, never,   no more.
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The Sailor’s love for the sea started at the age of thirteen. From there he embarked upon a journey, wondering what his life might end up being. A mighty crew, and a great Captain to boot, they sent forth, looking for all the loot. By the age of nineteen, the Sailor saw a lot. From drunken fights which ended with no love lost, to great bouts of strength between rivals a plenty, while losing not much, from great storms waged with such might, and lovely beauties who roamed the night. Yet the Sailor was not happy, seeing the world was full of plenty, an ache for the soul, which left him to toil. He set off at first light, without any worry nor fright, to look for an adventure, an Odyssey, and look for his own Penelope. High and low he scoured, looking what his heart desired, even went to the countryside, for by chance his heart could reside, in need of desperate respite. Yet he could not give in, to the trouble burrowed deep within, an ache he missed, a way out of the mist. Once he came back he worried, what would they think or would they leave in a hurry? Just then the Captain saw him and said, “The sea is great, plenty of opportunity, so don’t you worry, the sea holds aplenty.” And then he saw the Truth, to have such a crew, the mighty Captain too, is when he knew. The sea in its eternal blue, holds many clues, for those who seek, amongst the wreckages, treasures can lie within different avenues, and still look for the great Muse.
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Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC
The Sailor and the Sea
Where would a Hobbit be, struggling alone in his long quest, without the second set of sturdy feet? How could a Hobbit stand a hope had he to face the eerie taunting of the Ringwraiths, the haunting, blazing evil gaze on his own? How could a Hobbit see some good in the world, something worth fighting for, without those earnest eyes that speak of stars, of tales that endure, of light persisting, of promises pure? And how is it possible for any man, let alone a Hobbit, to tread to Mordor’s smoking pit, up to Mount Doom where nothing but shadow looms, to bear the unbearable— the One Ring that whispers its seduction, too enticing, too powerful, as to rule creatures and all— without a friend against all enemies, whose loyalty as deep as ancient roots? Impossible. Unimaginable. Yet however unlikely to win against the odds without aid, the Hobbit shall stand and brave the gathering storm, even if the fellowship ceases to exist, for it’s the Masterful Weaver who holds fate’s thread, He crafts a tale where heroes small find victory as He intends No matter the trials, the losses, the cost, the Hobbitses shall not be lost— even in the sorrow of parting’s riposte. Not all tears are evil, some guide to the Undying Lands where peace harks and wounds find complete healing.
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Dec 22, 2023
Dec 22, 2023 at 8:59 PM UTC
A Hobbit's Odyssey
I navigate through Seas of Emptiness, Waves drowning ships sailing in between my Ribs Ulysses himself couldn’t fight the Monsters hiding in the remotest Caves of my Mind I am too far gone for Ithaca’s Shores Although I drank life to lees, It never has been enough. Penelope’s waiting for me, Patiently as a Widow weaving a Shroud. I might not be coming to a Home Sweet as is her Soul, but promising no more than Hurt. Endless Misery is attending there whilst Circe’s Impatience grows Tempted, I walk on Sands of Gold to reach her hand, I hope She would keep me warm I am part of all I have met, but for what Greek called Destiny I am nothing more than to be Lost.
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Nov 10, 2023
Nov 10, 2023 at 3:38 PM UTC
An Odyssey of Nothingness
Where are you? I heard stories that you departed... What did you do? There's no way you got outsmarted Did you forget I am awaiting your arrival? Did you not think our house will be full of rivals? Did you forget you have a son? Why didn't you come when the war was done? Other wives have their husbands home Yet you are leaving me on Ithaca alone Come back, my love, return to your throne Come back before my heart turns to stone Ten years ago you were stolen by a war Ten years ago you stepped outside our door Yet I have been patiently waiting By fears and nightmares I was waking And I have cried my eyes out more than I can count This loneliness I feel is not something I can surmount Come back to our bed, to our tree Come back to me! Please! I beg the gods above Don't delay my beacon Don't hinder love The sun is dawning Another day without news Tomorrow's morning My watch continues I'll be once again looking out my window Not knowing if I am a wife or a widow You never should have left! Your forced departure was worse than a theft Athena, guide home your favourite Or don't you love him no more for his shrewdness and bravery? Oh gods... We mortals are but pieces in your lust for glorious wars
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May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 6:53 PM UTC
Waiting Penelope
May the gods drink deep your blood and may the crimson please their gaze and may the iron scent whet their lust that the taste may sate it for you are my greatest offering.
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Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
Clytemnestra
Life's journey is hard for everyone, but always try, as best as you can, that it'd be a white-sailed ship that will be awaiting you when your odyssey comes to an end. Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/25/2020
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Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
Life's journey
fire redwood odyssey
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Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
firedwoodyssey - a minimal haiku or "ku"
A stranger among familiar faces. His return was celebrated by all. Surface, he was the same. None ever looked in his eyes. Ignored the wounds from his travels. He was distant. Estranged from his former life. What happened to my friend? What did he see? Did he leave something behind? Or was it taken from him?
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Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 1:05 PM UTC
The Odyssey Man
Danger be the man who bleeds the plights of men of myth. Don't you know that even Troy fell? I do not throw pebbles at your window in the night. My eyes: yellow, unclouded; mead and flowers drip thick from my words: banal and intoxicating. Poppies blooming wild on timeworn cheeks, Wine-dark hair in disarray. Perhaps I have read too much into the man who has read it all. And perhaps he is only sea-mist mirage cursed to appear an Adonis. I made the ocean so that you would cross it. It is only in this forced distance that I am allowed to transcend this plain world; in which I am bound to book and you are bound to her. Because in a land of gods and monsters it seems not so strange that I am the other woman. Clever sorceress who loves and lets you leave, and with whom you know you might have stayed forever. Sail far, far away from me.
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC
Aeaean Bereceuse
We stood at that crossroads, bathed in lamplight, blind, he never even knew this was the end of us. He pulled me close, closer than I had ever been held and I knew we could never see each other again. Under the wash of night, I had finally found a ship calling out to me. Someone had heard my call for help. Someone had seen me. For so long it was I who left them: where they stood; where I could still love them. But I pushed him ahead of me. I stood there and made him leave me before my heart could chase after him. He tried to turn back to me with one last dream-defying grin and I squeezed my eyes shut. I saw him once more after that, I missed him by just a second, I did not call out to him. Our time together was over. He told me to sail to him, and the magic words to say; I vowed for her sake to never utter them.
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
Ithaca
Chained and collared By Mara’s daughters No safe word Baby, bound by desire, fulfillment, regret They put their hands on me and they drew blood In the symbol of currency Then they sold my soul Into *** slavery; No one blinded the cyclops Now we’re walking wounded Fueled by hubris We’re headed toward the rocks. Caught up in some bad religion We’re only gonna die For this Our own arrogance And we’re running out of time Some men wanna watch the world burn Some die before they rise the fire History repeats We don’t learn Burn the forest into a funeral pyre
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 7:24 AM UTC
Oedipus Wrecks the M-F’n Machine
Every single night as the body dies, poetry percolates the mind, and I find myself, taking one of those dark odysseys into the soul with questions that swim into the infinity on what is poetry, what does it behold: Is it the rivers that lead the birds back to the nest? Is it the waters, eroding the stones, smoothing the pebbles that build a home? Is it the crackling cinders, floating from the flames of a wildfire to die upon its first breath in the saltine air? Is it the evergreen grass and the bark of an old oak tree, thirsty for rain to wet the insatiable soil that grows branches that speak with possibility? Is it the milk & honey that drips off the dewy lips of the sun to feed its golden nectar into our moribund souls? – still starving for more. Is it the reason that I am seduced by the moon that undresses me with its iridescent light, baptizing me with its glow? Is the constellation of stars, separated by space but connected by longing, by arms reaching for arms? Or, is it the journey, the walk through the wavering mountains, the climb ants take up into the elephant hills, the ships drifting upon the cerulean seas, guided by the bursting horizon and the winds of a calming breeze?
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
odyssey (ars poetica)
For you I’ll learn to fly High up high Above the skies Past the limits Of the mind To the serene siege Of the soul Where light is dim And time is still You are my pride My Odyssey My everything Ghosts and Demons behold To mine fears I command Coz today coz of you My quest is within.
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
Odyssey
. 1 Down in the shrouded wood a wanderer walks And dreams the dreamers story he has lived. Sidled by the stream that sheds blue waters By the beds, trailing the rail of loves unknown Kiss and a voice that conjures truest bliss, Down in the drink where sweet Ophelia sleeps; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the dreamer, he is dreaming . . . Hair, that ropes the stoic man upon his mount. Hair, making souls’ lost ending breath a shout, And hair that weighs the wind, teaches it to sing; Hair, wending whirlpools waving fools to dive in. 2 Lost at land’s end the sea lions, washed-up, wail And buzzards coast where eagles flail, rip tides Assail and chop the collected bones they drop; It is a chalky bone-yard break, golden escarpments Wake and a seamen’s salty sermons shake; Where gathering ghosts glom and chide steeping, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the seeker, he is seeking . . . Eyes that turn the sands and are mirrors, Eyes that taught the books of Alexandria, Eyes that shook the flesh and are seers, Eyes that lit the pyres, burned true believers. 3 Deep in the dark wood the waters rush, hush, Cramp, crew and creep, melodiously tread, Trammel, and burn as furies in keeping true The melting moon, the onerous owl, fluttering Things, muttering wings, cones in darkness Flings and filmy time flicks by the wayside; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the lover, he is longing . . . Love, lithe and lyric, he sees your sweeping shapes. Peace, parsed and pained he hears the voicing gape. Blind, bliss’d and shamed he wears the votive drapes. Hungered, thirsted and gone; seeks your pearly gate. 4 Out in the forest maze the jarring sun seeps And swirls, only to roust the traveler onward Where soon he must meet the faces in the grotto Down in destroyed lands by the seas’ unreasoning Chime, deep in the dark whine of the shining mermaids, Where the doomed cry, round the navel of the world, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the doomed, they are crying . . . ****** beauty bade us, in a star crossed chrysalis, Made us, choose a desert’s winter of loneliness. Heed our fate and leave this valley torn of bliss; The many millions of locust fall in ripest fields.” .
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
In the Pool of the Lost Maiden Song
. 1 Down in the shrouded wood a wanderer walks And dreams the dreamers story he has lived. Sidled by the stream that sheds blue waters By the beds, trailing the rail of loves unknown Kiss and a voice that conjures truest bliss, Down in the drink where sweet Ophelia sleeps; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the dreamer, he is dreaming . . . Hair, that ropes the stoic man upon his mount. Hair, making souls’ lost ending breath a shout, And hair that weighs the wind, teaches it to sing; Hair, wending whirlpools waving fools to dive in. 2 Lost at land’s end the sea lions, washed-up, wail And buzzards coast where eagles flail, rip tides Assail and chop the collected bones they drop; It is a chalky bone-yard break, golden escarpments Wake and a seamen’s salty sermons shake; Where gathering ghosts glom and chide steeping, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the seeker, he is seeking . . . Eyes that turn the sands and are mirrors, Eyes that taught the books of Alexandria, Eyes that shook the flesh and are seers, Eyes that lit the pyres, burned true believers. 3 Deep in the dark wood the waters rush, hush, Cramp, crew and creep, melodiously tread, Trammel, and burn as furies in keeping true The melting moon, the onerous owl, fluttering Things, muttering wings, cones in darkness Flings and filmy time flicks by the wayside; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the lover, he is longing . . . Love, lithe and lyric, he sees your sweeping shapes. Peace, parsed and pained he hears the voicing gape. Blind, bliss’d and shamed he wears the votive drapes. Hungered, thirsted and gone; seeks your pearly gate. 4 Out in the forest maze the jarring sun seeps And swirls, only to roust the traveler onward Where soon he must meet the faces in the grotto Down in destroyed lands by the seas’ unreasoning Chime, deep in the dark whine of the shining mermaids, Where the doomed cry, round the navel of the world, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the doomed, they are crying . . . ****** beauty bade us, in a star crossed chrysalis, Made us, choose a desert’s winter of loneliness. Heed our fate and leave this valley torn of bliss; The many millions of locust fall in ripest fields.” .
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Serenade me with your skin made of silk Your hand on my face the softest caress I want to lose myself in your body An odyssey of lust and obsession Your eyes hold everything and nothing Windows to the universe Their sultry allure calling like a siren Whispering secrets you’ll never tell me And those longing lips They plead for a kiss with every smirk Of which I’m happy to offer They tremble with each touch Your arms offer safety and security Enveloping embrace protective and strong But gently hold me like a blanket Never let me go Your voice my soul’s solace Say your words that ****** my spirit Spinning and dancing in my head Anything anything you want You are my rock in this hard place
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 7:21 AM UTC
****** Odyssey
Illustrious queen, set me free from the chains of my desire Though mere form, an eternal dream relieved by bursts of white fire A primordial odyssey from ocean's novel progeny Crawled out of Cambrian waters, fish who yielded the first daughters
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
Cambrian Code