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....

Tit bits from friends.....

Having lost the zeal to write any more poems (not due to lack of ideas), I have turned to friends who have something to say as well. Reading some of their poems and notes have however struck me deeply. I realised that I do construct my poems in no simple manner, making the meaning or reason behind the poems difficult to decipher and this worries me greatly. I probably need this break now to reassess how I structure my writings so that people can understand better and relate to my ideas in much intimate manner. Nonetheless, enjoy these poems from my good friends......

Tame (By Abi Tobi)

Staring at myself 

Wishing for someone to see 

The dreams in my eyes

Why I can’t I be free?

Let lose?

I want to keep tame

For good name

For good face

And also for pride,

Yes, I take pride in all of me

But am no angel

The right one will know

Could be the devil in the red dress

I know how to get what I want

But I only use this privilege for the right one 

And when I don’t, it is a mistake

Maybe one that had to teach me lessons

soo those dreams in my eyes are special

I pray only the right one sees it

Walking Memoirs (by Chioma Obuekwe)

A soothing breeze of assurance,

surrounds thee like that beautiful romance

underneath thy Veil.

Running along thy memory lane,

behold seasons degrade.

Memoirs of bitter sweet symphony

encompassing thy betrothed yet so painful.

A being that was once so beautiful,

One who I could lay my head

and tell thee of the mischief of thy World.

The analogy of life,

That rose which once brought thee hope,

behold turns it upside down,

Leaving thy virtue so helpless,

Opened with nothing but torn pieces.

Memoirs to keep?

Memoirs to deed?

For as one knows,

So as requiem lives,

Requiem mass in D minor leads.