"krakens" poems
He pulled and parked the supply red wagon,
then climbed the mast to the captain's cabin.
Captain Red is ready for adventure.
A quest to collect the world's best treasure.
His pirate crew is renowned far and wide.
They're rough and tough and they don't ever cry.
But none of them boys has the captain's stuff.
So don't mess with him, man, cause he don't bluff.
This motley crew has achieved many feats,
has never suffered a single defeat,
and has seen the most incredible things:
whales, whirlpools, storms, mermaids, krakens and kings.
"Set sail," squaws the boss as he munches lunch
and the Ocean Destroyer leaves port Wunche.
These rolling green hills are now ocean waves.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
...
"Hey Benjamin!" beams the first mate Susanne.
Impeding the journey that just began.
"We already played this game. It's my turn!"
The first mate trumps the captain, Ben will learn.
...
Her spacesuit crew is renowned far and wide.
They're smart and nice and they don't ever lie.
But none of these girls has commander's stuff.
So don't mess with her, girl, cause she don't bluff.
This brainy crew has achieved many feats,
has never suffered a single defeat,
and has seen the most incredible things:
aliens, black holes, stars, and martian springs.
"Lift off!" beams the boss as she munches lunch
and the Star Chasing Rocket leaves base Wunche.
These rural backyards are now rocky space.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
...
"Hey Susanne!" beams the pilot Benjamin.
Impeding the flight before it begins.
"We already played this game. It's my turn!"
The pilot trumps commander, Sue will learn.
...
Boys and girls grow up and out the front door.
Those children’s games evolve to adult chores;
those kiddy lawns to grandparent’s domain.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
your symptoms are mine. we attach dead cells to living gods, you and i.
Golgotha spawn, writhe in leather trousers
to harlequin the marrow of our dire pipes !
to leap and jeer in tandem
that's how love does the impossible
with your mundane.
we are the abattoir of our stoic cow
your symptoms are mine. i see how you might think me mad; you not i.
but this is the dream fleck of your unkissed
a sweltering bloat of frozen hope
flogging the wolf in a gleam
of campfire exodus
and dust.
your nexus is the heart of the most free, a slim gorge of Krakens
yawning fresh hell and fjords of unconquerable silence.
yours is the tomb I am used too.
where we resurrect
we die laughing.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 11:37 AM UTC
There is a fair bit of you in every garden of my life.
Truly, that is nothing extraordinary, you should know it as objectively as I do.
Nevertheless, there is something I’d like to clarify:
When I say "in every garden”,
it is not only in relation to this of now,
this of waiting for you, of hoorah! i found you!, and ****** i lost you!,
and found again, and hopefully stops there.
Nor in regard of you suddenly telling me "I’m going to cry”,
then with a discrete lump in my throat "well go ahead”.
And then a graceful invisible rainfall arrives to assist us,
perhaps the reason the sun rises unhesitatingly right after.
I’m not just referring either
at the day-to-day fluctuation of the stock in our little decisive complicities,
or that I could or believe I can turn my deficiencies to victories,
or of you to bestow upon me the tenderest gift of your most recent despair.
No.
The situation is more serious.
When I state “in every garden” I mean to say that in addition to that sweet cataclysm,
you are also rewriting my childhood,
that age when one utters "grown up” and solemn phrases,
and the solemn grown ups celebrates them,
and conversely, you think of it irrelevant.
What I mean to say is,
you are reassembling my adolescence,
that time when I was an old man full of insecurities,
and contrarily, you know how to extract from there,
my germ of joy and consciously spread it.
What I mean to say is,
you are stirring my youth,
that vain vessel no one took hold of, that proud shade no one got close to,
and you on the other hand knows very well how to shake it
until the autumn leaves start falling
till there is nothing but the flesh of my triumphless truth.
What I mean to say is,
you are grasping my maturity,
that mixture of stupor and experience,
this unknown horizon of fear and certainty,
this relentless faith on my questionable strength.
As you can see, it is serious,
extremely more serious.
Because with these or different words,
I mean to say you are not only,
the dearest girl you are,
but also the splendid and cautious* women that I love and have loved.
Because thanks to you E, I have understood,
(you’d say it was about time, and with reason),
that love, is a beautiful and generous bay, that lightens and darkens as life goes by,
a bay where ships arrive and break away,
they arrive with blossoms and presages,
and they part with krakens and storm clouds.
A beautiful and generous bay where ships set down and then leave,
But E, you, please don’t leave.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
The realist idealist
Marxist on acid
Unruliest Julius
Social class bashin'
Hash waxin' Jet Jackson
I'm back in it, packin'
My 9 days of fastin'
And rockin' my Rama
Like Lama of Dalai
To Burma, Malawi
I'm thirsty for Mali
Diwali to light up in spite of the plight
From the right, I'm so left that it's theft
All I own is the night
I been deep in the jungles
Apocalypse Now
Reading little red books
About chairmen named Mao
But like Gandhi's ahimsa I'm teaching them how
We make no man's land peace
From they cash Curacao
Where I see water everywhere
But not a drop to drink
Just hydro-frackin' krakens
They're unleashing on your kitchen sink
And still the rising Apartheid
Brings death before the dioxide
Insecticidal suicide
And herbicidal genocide
Colombia? That's classified
It's why I build my ark from FARC
Embarking on my Narcos kick
A fix fit for a Bolshevik
For now my journey never ends
Until I cure this homesickness
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
Swept, clean
in the arms of the wind
like water through my fingertips,
looking down a waterfall...
It is cradled and crafted by the
hands of my heart
wrapped in a warm soft sweater of memories
Clouds overcast my thought, pregnant with
needles, raining on my skin, the air smells of rust;
it's swelling and choking me, it poisoned my sleep...
Then like a beautiful symphony heard once,
it is gone. A meal digested.
Like a violin solo, like a dreary concerto, a eulogy stuck
in my head,
my chest is anchored. My blood flows slowly.
You'll find me, still hoisting the sail,
braving the glaciers, the Krakens,
but who would stay to join me in these seas?
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 3:41 PM UTC
I leave Victoria
And 'Green Fields' by The Brothers Four comes on shuffle
And buildings crumble
London deconstructs
A primal forest laps at the southern service
As it flees to a coast populated by leviathans and krakens
The concrete suburbs fade to green fields
Kissed by the sun
And in that
I thought I saw you
Until the clinking train tracks reminded me of our slavery
And of the ticket collector
Tapping on my shoulder
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
Feeling like I was never understood
But, when I take a step back it all looks so good
Not talking about you, baby, I promise
Just feeling like someones got me on this train headed in one direction,
No exceptions
Trying to wrap the theory around my head that you would choose me instead.
So crazy, all the things you do for me.
I take a step back so I can finally see.
Daydreaming about your face,
But, then again, my feeling of understanding has been misplaced
And I'm looking over my shoulder trying to figure if, myself, I had disgraced.
Eyes like they've been maced,
Minds' been laced with the toxic fear of the past,
Don't worry
These feeling never last.
They just hide so deep.
So to removal is almost impossible.
I get lost, ya' know?
Just go with my flow.
I'm so **** tired of trying to read into the emotions
Krakens in my oceans have me exposing things I shouldn't be exposing
Getting down to the beats in my head;
They'll keep me dancing until I'm dead.
Or so It's been said
Back to business
I must confess I find nothing more intoxicating than this.
"Grooooooove with me." ;)
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
One night after the third bottle of wine
You told me we should pack our things
And leave before dawn
There would only be you and I
Between talks and soft-spoken kisses
Let us go to the seaside, I said
Have you ever seen those crashing waves?
They remind me of the days wasted away
And the promise of tomorrow's strength
But there are sharks and krakens!, you said
Underneath the deep blue of mystery
Make haste and he will come at you
And you will be nothing no more
Why do we not climb the mountains?, you asked
Surrounded by mist of white and blue
We are not kings and queens of the world
But merely creatures of His mercy
Something lurks between the trees!, I argued
Deadly eyes hungry for lost souls
They were once someone's lovers
And now they have succumbed into the dark
Another bottle of wine, poured and spent
Your eyes are the firewood amidst winter
Fingers trailing my cold pale arm
You have made up your mind for our journey
The beach it is!, you proclaimed to the world
When your eyes reached mine, I knew
For a second, that was no tipsy talk
Perhaps one day I will take you to the mountains
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
Let us share
an incantation of the old world
Let us unfurl words like a string of pearls
torn from ocean deep - I battled Krakens
to bring you these words – let me wreathe
the drowning seed of ancient demons
in a modern tale of high rise jewellery
You can wear me at your leisure
for I am a book of poetry - open in your hands
caress my pages - I offer ages of wisdom in sand
strung sorrowful about a stony neck
can you see the mystery of that cloud
striated by the mountains tip carved
deep into the sky in defiance of the wind
unbowed by time yet so vulnerable
to lion and tiger, to the hermit and his tearful rain
did you know that every beach was once a mountain?
so every ocean floor kissed the sky in its youth
let us built these fragments into clamshells
string them on pearlescent pages turned
by curious eyes and ponder how time
makes a mystery or a monster of us all
Let us share
this incantation of the old world
for in words
we can live forever
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
“Oh Tidecaller! Oh Tidecaller!”
sang the people of the depths
burdened by the blackness of deep
and by those who wish for heat
“Oh Tidecaller! Oh Tidecaller!”
they wailed underneath,
as the last light of the moon
escaped their holy stone too soon
How they longed for a warrior
to fetch the priceless pearl
beyond rigorous obstacles and traps
beyond mindless beasts of sea
To exchange it with man
on a cave by the beach
beyond their star maps
for a moonstone to shed light on their city
But no Tidecaller came to their aid
and the threat of death did
swished and swam their way
and they lost hope until–
A young promising warrior
swam to accept the challenge
to take what's rightfully their's
and to save their kind from destruction
“Oh Tidecaller! Oh Tidecaller!”
they shouted in glee
for the lass that came
had power to command the seas
“Oh Tidecaller! Oh Tidecaller!”
they sang as she left
bidding her farewell until
The day she returns with light
She fought krakens and serpents
just outside their realm
she waited and averted danger
as cunningly as she can
She made allies that helped
but along the way they perished
she made friends that died too
ones that she truly came to cherish
Upon retrieving the pearl
she swam as fast as she can
too a cave beyond star maps
but no one was there to make the exchange
She waited for days
hoping that man would come to their aid
to grant them a moonstone
that would save them for another age
“Oh Tidecaller! Oh Tidecaller!”
she called to herself
as despair and hopelessness
swallowed her totality
“Oh Tidecaller! Oh Tidecaller!”
she screamed to the lands
as she found new hope in finding what's lost
is it the stone or did man forgot?
For the first time in eternity
a Tidecaller touched land
determined to retrieve and receive
salvation almost at hand
Oh Tidecaller! Oh Tidecaller!
I wish thee luck
For the world of man is shameful
and filled with ill will
You will find what you seek
in exchange for what's left
of your sanity and health
in exchange for your only wealth
Oh Tidecaller! Oh Tidecaller!
Hold on to that pearl
Hold on to your dreams of a better world
for your people, for your home
Oh Tidecaller!
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
the moon-baked meadows
of our
extravagant loss
are fraught with tatters
and ambulant moss; they *****
where the grooves loose the krakens that bark
at buffoons -
and old dust bins that teeter in the
undulant dark -
Of
cul-de-sacs and withered hearts; departed from
some hell, too -
tame
for wicker men with eggs
and rain
that barter when to keep
is
plain,
and
give what
ought be
kept
at bay
as any errant
wave
that may
escape.
may well be kept
a placid
ray
in a pool of night
for days... and days
and days.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
The ocean
able to retain secrets
in our well surveyed
day and age
so much life
schools
and krakens
do you dare
explore it
while you can.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
So, I left the land that has seen me grow
A land where crops were watered with tears
Full of hope, full of questions
What if my demons could swim….
Will I be met with treasures or foreign arrows?
Shall I taste *** or blood?
A fertile land or the plague?
Such myths were told about those far-away places…
I have heard about palaces full of gold
Islands inhabited by mermaids
Leviathan and krakens
But all I can feel is the wind rushing through my ears
Last night I caught up with my fears.
Different place, different live?
Now it is the sea that is tasting my tears.
Tonight if I don’t sleep with the sirens, I’ll be sleeping with my doubts.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:24 AM UTC
My enemies
Live in me!
Cyclones, hurricanes,
Tsunamis within me.
Fights and riots
Bullets & daggers
The peace in my mind
I piece it together believe me.
The love and the hate
My joy n my pain
The blood in my veins
Left out to drain,
My physical form erasing!
Breathless....
bleeding to death
Cold & blue
Anemic
Soul survivor
Rain forest
DragoNs n Krakens
A knee deep.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC