The Broken Pieces: In Love with two Hearts II

Sitting by the fine sands of Galveston The mud rich gulf waters caressing his toes Utter silence....the crash of waves whispering to him A sudden peace....a sudden calm.... Existing in the middle of a storm

Separated from her for nearly five fortnights Images of her beauty now fading Memories of her immensity and depth growing thin Yet, she stirs in him a thirst so strong and insatiable

Evoking a choking embrace when he sees her Bringing himself in her immensity His thirst has him suckling on every waterhole Drowning himself in her essence His body and mind ignoring the risk of choking Concerning themselves only with the orgasmic finale

Perhaps he should stay forever Perhaps...with her lies all that he seeks But his heart yearns for another Known or unknown....it mattered not He wants more....and yet, he wants her In love with two hearts? The never ending tale of his life

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...!