#odyssey
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.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:44 PM UTC
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."
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 12:37 PM UTC
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.
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 5:00 AM UTC
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.
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC
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.
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC
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.
Dec 22, 2023
Dec 22, 2023 at 8:59 PM UTC
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.
Nov 10, 2023
Nov 10, 2023 at 3:38 PM UTC
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
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 6:53 PM UTC
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.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
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
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
fire
redwood
odyssey
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
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?
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 1:05 PM UTC
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.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC
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.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
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
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 7:24 AM UTC
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?
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
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.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
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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
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
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 7:21 AM UTC
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
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC