In Search of the Northern Lights: A Return to the Princess

Lost in a dead trance
Echoes of her voice the only thing real in this stance
Her voice....broken....saddened
Her face materializing.....once beautiful
Now streaked with two endless streams
Tears falling endlessly till they get smashed in nothingness

Awakening from this nightmare...
Our confused hearts redirected
A path....a purpose forged
For then only one thing remained dear
A curse reversal
All costs and consequences neglected....
The shores of the hinterland .....a reparation
A bridge once so beautiful....to be returned to its glory!

Paddling the raft towards the Northern Lights
Our gateway to the future....to illumination
The presence of Ogygia a vanishing portrait in the distance
The gods smiling at the choices of men
No gifts or tools in hand....only a sincere heart
A heart on fire.....burning with passion
A clear glare of hope in the ocean of darkness that is despair
A heart that will know no rest till it returns to its princess.....

In Search of the Northern Lights: ....like a broken tape on replay

Long departed from Calypso's shores
The spinning boat clueless on its course
The waters seemingly endless
No land in sight.....no destination in mind
Hearts too dejected to seek answers
The past....a broken tape on replay

Nightfall beholds us with visions
Screaming voices.....heartbreaking cries
Goddesses of the sea emerging from the waters
In the moonlight their beauty appears so alluring
Their transparent garments leaving us gaping
Their hands beckoning us....keying into an inner appetite for the divine
And the vision ends....starting allover again at the next nightfall
Like a broken tape on replay

By day we see her face.....
So real we can actually touch it....or so we believe
Tears streaming down from her cheeks....
Tears for her people.....for the destruction
Then our hearts break in return.....with arms outstretched to comfort her
And at that moment she steps away.....fading into the distance
Only to return the next morning
Like a broken tape on replay

Circling endlessly on this sea
These visions all offering pathways....crossroads
Sadly....this crossroads we've met before
The outcome bringing us to this point still
Leaving our heart in hopeless hope
To never return to this place again
Like a broken tape on replay....

Echoes from the heart: In the name of their 'god'

She set out to serve her fatherland

Laden with child…pain and discomfort she endured

Fighting for a nation’s dream – democracy

Till they came thundering

Almajiris…uneducated, incited and hungry bastards

Chanting words of Allah...a word they surely do not understand

Knives and clubs in hand

Slitting her throat in successive swipes

Carving her bulging stomach till the unborn comes gushing out

For them, a necessary sacrifice for the glory of their ‘god’

They said it was safe

They promised to protect

For once he chose to look past their incessant greed and believe

Men so selfish…they forget what duty and honor means

Until the fireworks went off

In pain his eyes endured this horrible movie clip

Limbs and torsos shredded

His life’s work….his perseverance….his patience

His love….his wife….his kids

Taken from him without a moment’s hesitation

All for the glory of their ‘god’

They call themselves nationalists

Elder statesmen…scoffs…more like deluded and poisonous extremists

Men with hate and low intelligence

Rousing an even more uneducated nation to violence at their failures

Making inflammatory remarks instead of spreading peace

Openly supporting terrorism and advocating for their protection

Holding this nation to ransom yet they claim to want to save it

The Rufs’ and Haris’

Hatching a grand plan to force the nation into religious slavery

All for the glory of their ‘god’

They say it is a religion of peace and tolerance

I’ll show you ingrates what tolerance is

Offering safety to your brothers in our homes while you decapitate ours

Leaving your place of worship standing while you burn down ours

Treating you with respect while you dehumanize us

Respecting your beliefs while you go witch-hunting ours

Then again, all this you do for the glory of your ‘god’

How long do you think this will continue?

For surely at some point….the commandment of love would fade away

Giving way to a hate beyond the dimensions of love

This forced marriage shall fall apart

The hunter metamorphosing into the game

In that moment, remember ye all you have done

For your sins shall never go unpunished

In our lifetime or those of your future generations!

In Search of the Northern Lights - On the Shores of Ogygia (The two pathways) II

Straddled between her legs

Her hands caressing my hair...

Fingers trailing fiery tracks along my chest...

Lips musing calmness to a rather stormy heart

Her mind beckoning mine to an inner world....

A world of bliss....of deep wisdom.....

Re-enacting the past.....

Flashing memories.....mistakes magnified

Regrets finally.....yes...regrets

The destruction I brought on the hinterlands...... 

Gradually eating through whats left of broken hearts

The curse of Poseidon still raging within their homes and within my hands

Rendering thoughts of any rescue to nought

Regrets and more regrets

What thus lies in the future...?

For this regret a thing too painful to move further with....

Then again, she shows me.....

Redemption only but a grasp away....

Far away from the hinterland....

Yet so close....can only be perceived by the minds of gods

RIddled with pain, denial....and ridicule

The floor to its path overlain by love......

Love so trampled on....and torn to shreds....but still lying in place

Offering its service.....no complaint slipping from its lips

Such a sad sight....a cause for sincere tears

And again, another supposed path to redemption

Filled with pleasures and happiness.....

Driving hearts to a drunken state to forever forget past pains

A new path....reflecting the lights of the sun

So beautiful....so alluring.....

Totally painless.....and still...redemption it offers....

A choice so easy in my childhood

Suddenly so difficult with age and supposed maturity

For what now.....losing the essence of who I know I am

Or to forever toil in pain....all in the name of love?

Then again, time dwindles....A painful smile streaked across Calypso's face

For she can only but show me these paths....

Where they lead and which to choose remain a burden for the captain alone

The dilemma of life.....Choices.....

Still waiting for acceptance.....

The two pathways to the future.....

For its now or never...! 

In Search of the Northern Lights - On the Shores of Ogygia (Calypso) I

Drifting in and out of consciousness

Floating amid strong currents

Sharp streaks of the sun piercing through closed eyelids

Forcing an involuntary twitch

Eyes opening to a heavenly reality

For around lay an angelic vision

White rocks glistening at the sun as it caresses its wet body

Carved in sophistication....a structural enigma

Adorned with naked frames of seductive sculptures

One in particualar evoking a deeper attraction beyong what meets the eyes

He seemed like an object in the vastness of the blue sea

A tree trunk maybe....from a shipwreck

Forgotten....forlon

Till a tilt suggested life

Another torture from Zeus?

For even tho immortal.....goddesses fear heartbreaks

Commanding her minions....they dive in for the rescue

Water, food and wine ready....

A messenger off to Zeus

For unlike Odysseus...this one should stay

Panic sets in....

As sculptures take to life and head into the blue sea

Their silhouettes approaching pretty fast

Questions arising faster than answers came

Fear first.....then curiosity....then affirmation

'I am immortal indeed' *reassuring whispers*

Hence I fear not....for the gods I have fought and survived

Or did I?

Is this life....or that after death?

For surely these shores are not of this world

Surely....then again....

......to be continued

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In Search of the Northern Lights - Lost in Limbo (A captain's plight)

Startled and awake....
Immersed in slimy mud.....
Wastelands and dumps all around me
Why am I here?
And like shockwaves....it all comes rushing back to me....

Why does it feel so quiet after a storm....?
That deafening silence.....more like a deep sense of hopelessness
For yes it was a storm
Tearing away my ship....my crew.....or did they dump me here?
For I see not signs of wreckage......
But still it was a storm.....for my ship is gone....my crew as well
My clothes.....my pride....my love
All have been stripped from me.....
My arms hardly providing warmth and cover from the cold and shame

Then again.....it was all the product of my folly
My misgivings, arrogance, pride and selfishness.....
For perhaps I could've thought of my crew....their persistent solidarity
Or her warmth...oh her warmth...*cringes*
The last look in her eyes that of desperation....disbelieve and yet there she lay
Watching as the last drop of her essence I wrecked.....
But I tried to save this didn't I? *in a fist of self pity*
Maybe.....but then it was too late......*voices in my head*
Maybe I did still....maybe...*in one last shred of confidence*

Suddenly its all over....
The burdens....the pain....the torture.....
But do I prefer the guilt and shame here now....?
Obviously not....for freedom never tasted this bitter
Or perhaps this ain't freedom.....?
For in these wastelands I remain lost
In this limbo......and freedom would only start when I crawl out of it....

But how?

In Search of the Northern Lights - The curse of Poseidon

Presumably clear skies...
Yet our ship rocks fiercely in perceivable stormy waters
Freedom offered....a blessing supposedly....
Yet our hearts long for the bondage she offers

For in sincerity, amid her arms our hearts found solace
Our head and minds obtained clarity
Still, like the accursed....
Our very source of strength he destroyed
Stomping her till she lay almost lifeless
The curse becoming more apparent at her last grasp
Before confusion and chaos took over

They say the gods are to be feared by men
Our captain failing to admit his mortality
Swearing under his breath...a lifelong dedication to fight
Still....his passions, desire and pride
All defining the limits of his mortality
Clouding his aspiration for a heavenly vision
Turning his bite to pleasurable kisses
His blows to caresses....
His strength to a heartbreaking weakness
Till Poseidon's curse fully enacts itself
Spinning his own touch to the destruction of everything he adored and loved
Our safety threatened....our lives hanging on thin threads by his madness!!!

Alas then for our sake....
Total abandonment our gift to him
Cast away in shreds of rags in the muddy marshes of desolate lands
With raw crabs to keep him fed
Until this madness ceases
Till in full payment for lives lost.......for loves lost
In hope thus......the curse of Poseidon may let him be....

The Western Chronicles ... Unveiling Poseidon I

Facing south....my gaze upon the west

The warm rays of the fading sun...

My only comfort in these cold days

Thots of the princess downing our spirits

The final spectacle a distant memory

Then again.....like a hesistant drop of oil on a pristine white veil

Our hearts conspicously stained....our minds weary

Worse still, our strength so not eager to dry clean

Reeling from Poseidon's sudden war

Unexpected.....a lack of anticipation our regret

Then again amidst his turf we stood

How then did this bait elude us?

A peace meeting turned into a death fest

Destruction the only thing not destroyed

Swimming to safety....at least she did

Her gaze upon us that of disgust

The destruction of her alluring shores ours to face

Then again.....the captain set to work

Bewildered...? Yes! But determined still

Till words never heard of but true still come tumbling out

Wondering how this little piece of wisdom constantly eluded him

For perhaps the battle was never with Poseidon

Or better still....

Poseidon is revealed only when he's stares in a mirror....