...The Western Chronicles - ....Anxiety II

12 cycles of constant toil
Midnight candles constantly glowing...slowly melting
Our minds torn apart from reality
Immersed in a pool of ideals
Secret and open pleasures forgotten
Constantly chasing the dreams of our future
Hidden patterns and secrets
Old habits suddenly overcome
Time nearly too short
The hope of satisfaction....of respect....of fulfilment constantly fading
Anxiety!

A mission near impossible
Time, beyond a necessity...more like a desperation
Stored wagers continually depleting
A situation worsened by over-bloated egos
Leaving beacons of help "unlighted"
Horrid opinions pondered...yet none exploited
The curtain drawing on an already bleak future
Awaiting the winner of the duel between reason and ego
Anxiety!

Ten cycles already gone atop the oceans
A blissful voyage at first
Calm hearts and minds with candle light evenings atop the deck
Slowly marred by restless spirits
An infectious disease
Driving each to a delirious state
With a short budding period yet a re-infectious capacity
It slowly turns to an epidemic
Thoughts of abandonment pondered by the sane
Only to be infected as they lower their escape boats
A curse of the gods? Maybe.....
A way out eluding the rather troubled mind of the captain
Anxiety!

A mind riddled with different shades of different colours
An open book with unending pages
Unknowingly cunny and slippery
Masking its loving, forgiving, kind and intuitive allure
Driving other minds to frustration
Grossly misunderstood....falsely accused
An exodus started
Leaving it disappointed and disheartened
Anxiety!

...The Western Chronicles - ....The Sea Angel II

Secret trips to the shores
Ancient whispers continually echoing
Promises made remembered
Lots of questions left unanswered
Hope kept alive or purely the curiosity of untasted passions?

In reminiscence....
Hurts of the past relived....scares turned once again to wounds
Minds like itchy fingers
Slowly scraping through.....once again drawing blood
The scent of, attracting her from the ocean depths
Past hungers once again aroused
A stronger mind awaiting patiently
The wrath of the gods fully anticipated

In her enchanting allure she stands again
A lovely being....a beautiful heart...tainted by they chains of the gods
Hers not a battle to begin
Her sheath swordless,  her bow devoid of any arrow
Rather soothing words....soft touches
Silently dressing opened wounds with aloe
Lest they leave behind ugly scars
Quietly erasing the ugly past....
Leaving behind only beautiful memories
Questions answered.....anger lost
The shores shockingly quiet

Certainly not the anticipated outcome
Battle ready minds left stuttering by the shores
Time too short...for the gods once again are angered
Swearing at the boldness of the captain in thunderous bolts
Stirring the oceans....for a storm against the hinterlands
In respect....in love....the rendezvous planned to end
Once again, promises made....
As weary feet scuttle away from the shores
Yet still....a few stolen glances over the shoulder
To once more behold the lovely essence
Of the Sea Angel.

...The Western Chronicles - My Apologies

Youthful, fresh and very optimistic
Your intelligence an amazing gift
Wielded with confidence to near perfection
Opinionated, energetic....with a demand to be heard
My apologies love
For these waters I've tasted
My presence thus...an eye beyond the horizon for you to be
Rather than a wrestling mate in an amateur contest

A loving heart
Beautiful...emotional...
With a sweet romantic allure
Often decrying a non-reciprocity
My apologies love
For love ain't only about the fast heartbeats
But also of peace, quiescence....comfort and calm
An experience I have desired for ages

A yearning heart like every other
Romantic gestures and trips....sweet memories to hold on to
In haste, promises made forgotten
Harsh rebuttals....unfair judgements
My apologies love
Stabbed a million times by the distance
An untrue and absurd account of me it rendered at the trial

Swallowed pain and emotions
A disappointed heart....not to be blamed
Fighting hard to understand scruples of a rather unusual mind
Verged to the point of no return
A subtle betrayal escalated by untrue accounts
Shrouded even deeper by concealed versions
My apologies love
For forgotten emotions you up-welled
Alas inspiring me
Sending me to my knees amid misty eyes
Yet still at the very tail of the lion you bit
The consequences yet to fully unfold? Who knows

Still my apologies
For in fairness...too much was expected
Yet so little given
A test? No!
Just a bitter meal presented by fate
Still my very best you remain
Your humble connoisseur I hope to remain

Always did....always will.... <3 U

Echoes from the Heart: The future and the trinity of sailors

Unity...
The building force, the grout, holding the pieces together
The resilient stem from which other shoots sprout
The cornerstone...lending support to this beautiful edifice
The anchor ensuring our ship maintain its position
En route to progress


Faith....the driving force
Against Poseidon's storms...the will to forge ahead
The life within the entity....the green shoots of life
The building blocks....without which there'll be no structure
No progress...


Peace...the absence of chaos
The calmness of the seas after the persistence of faith
The light which draws the sprouts to its wisdom
The brainchild with the building plans
The forebearer of progress
In its palms.....a gentle abode for the exposition of his essence


Progress.....the destination
Amidst calm waters....docking at the harbor to a standing ovation
Flowers, fruits...a complete tree...a haven for birds and insects
A completed shelter.....offering tranquillity to this entity
The future....a journey navigated to by the trinity of sailors!




©   Nd Obi

...The Western Chronicles - If I should die tomorrow

If time should cease at midnight

If my blood freezes in its path

Know that at least I planned…had dreams and ambitions

To master the earth and fly the skies

To win hearts with woven words

That I would’ve loved to learn Spanish

To play the guitar and sing melodies

To inspire the cold and lead by example

If the sun should set at noon

If my strength completely fails me

Know that your words meant a lot

That I wouldn’t have kept up this charade for this long

You’re every action steering me away from this eventuality

My soul…still in hope of salvation

My body, shielded from depravation

The many dreams held together by my existence

Hopefully might still be fighting the strength of the wind from the North

If daybreak should never come

If my eyes remain shut in an endless slumber

Know that at least I tried

A pure love I constantly offered

The paradoxical contradiction of man completely eluding my comprehension

But not the chaos surrounding his mystical beliefs

My every action twisted for a mortal interpretation

My love, slowly painted till its face completely lost its allure

My immortality shredded

Condescending to the realms of man

In loss….my supreme nature dissipated

If darkness should overrun the morning sun

If my limbs fall into the perfect death stance

Know that I got tired of losing

Of keeping up this drama….of lying in wait

The wickedness and selfishness of man

A sure poisoned dart to forever drain my life

The lies, the deception…so glaring in my eyes…

Boring me to an eternal slumber

My failures pitting my soul with a burden beyond its yoke

My dreams, my desires…finally escaping me

My mind broken…my sword missing…my armor rattled

My breath failing….

My heart……my heart….

Its beat, slowing down…

Hurting with every swell

Till in a lasting embrace

Eternity now my only escape

© Nd Obi