Lets teal this virgin land,
And in its belly plant seed.
Let the sweat of our toil water it,
And our hope shall mother its growth.
Till to the sweetness of its fruit we shall our hunger suffice
And like the blessed sing Holy, holy..
Shall we then in silence part,
Like dying lambs.
Shall you not weep,
Or drown in a whirlpool of sorrows
Shall we just let it be?
Fate paved this path
When this parting is a war to my heart.
Hearts now stray from each other’s shades.
I look down in my beauty,
Like a lily of the valley.
My sights changed to memories,
Touching you to a deafening imagination,
How can one survive this.
Not I when your love teaches my blood to flow
And my heart to dance in its space.
What says your heart
Now that we like Moses’ sea part.
What will my absence bring,
I fear not any change.
For now I see my presence is long forgotten.
How can I name for you,
The sun’s sweetness
When on a blazing summery day
I am made to gaze at it, standing under it without shade.
Why asked if I am ok when he who asks pokes my eye.
Why have you mighty Tritas decided to live me,
In this labyrinth that only you know a way out,,
(Crying holding onto Tritas’ robe)
Why can you not fight this and stay,
It is bravery that in me rules,
It is through it that I rule.
Why shall I forgive,
When its bravery that tells me not to,
For it is bravery’s voice that speaks now through me.
It whispers that I will be alright.
It is that held my hand,
And walked through night’s curse
Till I met the reaper in his sleep and woke him.
So sweet sad farewells,
(Looks at Tritas sleeping besides her)
What dream is this,
That dresses in such vivid realism.
Dampening my arms in fear,
Shall I journey far,
And with a fortune teller dance.
Or shall I slumber here,
Under your heart’ safety
That my hunger for love surfeits
And with you dear Tritas end.
Fear less or not,
I shall return a better soul
Thus in my chambers I let you rest.
Spread your wings
I journey far,
And yet so close
To a place where clouds are named.
There Zeus awaits.
(Vera wakes up and holds Tritas tightly)
Shall i curse at you goddess of dreams,
What revelation is this?
Shake not my buds of fear
Or rattle in deceitful camouflage.
Tell me what fate says.
Rhythm that dresses a scenario in pity
A revised beethoven to suit a procession’s pace.
Slow, slower like a charmer’s venom
Or a crouching tiger
Voices of a dead many,
Walking yet long dead.
That because of their Deity’s pity still breath.
Who gave hell fury,
Or who dressed rage in anger.
There is a brawler in everyone’s mind.
Which few shall stand,
Like he who curved Keats’s epitaph
When foul I commit and say
He was a good man..
Here I stand an ailing soul,
Shattered bruised by thought.
Cased in me are dreams,
Paper kites that lads use to quench a fantasy of imaginary aviation.
I seek redemption,
From mental bondage,
Undo this shackle of emptiness.
May reality bite me
Or sink its age sharpened claws in me.
A deeper grave buries not guilt,
Nor does a shallower one cover shame.
When questions are at me gunned,
Or solitude tangles me in her veil,
I did this to myself.
In journeys I have had,
Up and down in my mind since me
I envy eternity for she stays forever,
I envy beauty too for she keeps the name.
She is borrowed to name a wonder,
Invited to name a dress or a fairest maiden.
Most of all I envy you,
When the sun sits on you
Your skin glows like a firefly.
Your waist is like that of a wasp,
Wrong to sight and yet so right.
Your breasts are full and ripe,
Your lips too a sight soother.
Is it wrong to envy he that sleeps next to you,
He that breaths your scent,
And slumbers under your cuddle.
We shall rest lazily on beach sands,
Enjoying the sea breeze like we own it.
Patched like banished barbarians,
Enjoying coconut milk.
We shall call that space our earth
We shall enjoy sweet nature’s gifts,
Like fruits of eden.
Dusks and dawns in end,
On my back I shall carry you,
And run on the decking to the white lighthouse.
I know the blue sea shall mirror our image back.
Picture it, picture us.
To its night light we shall loose our sights
And we watch the sun bidding farewells
The sky stuck between grey and blue
We melt and listen in silence
To the soothing sounds of sea birds.
“Only after I survive this,
So help me pray”.
When the sun bids farewell to day,
Slowly melting like a heartbreak.
The horizon wears an aurora.
A veil of deceit, that to dawn ascribes
Day dies, a thousand deaths
To be reborn tomorrow.
A slow death like a gas suicide.
Monks head uphill heading to the gong’s religious call.
The Vatican awakens,
Night lazily comes on by,
Awakening shy man’s romance
Along with it brings sin too.
All in a coconut of darkness
Guilty drags men to the cathedrals
And choke on incest’s smoke
Kneeling down to confess,
“Forgive us Father
We have sinned”.
Let not my harmonica cough,
Nor my oboe ail.
This is an ode I sing,
To all around me that care.
Like finding fathers I shall demise,
And end like once was a war.
I shall like a mist fade,
And journey alone to be judged
Heaven awaits I dream
For like a Saint I’ve been.
This is for in case I won’t speak,
For in case I shall pass in forced silence.
Come all and sit in silence,
Let I serenade for you,
To you an ode wintry cool.
So if after this I melt,
Smile when i depart.
For because of you,
I journey to a better place.
Loose your eyes and heart,
Let both be lost in this maze of beauty.
Sit and gaze at this,
Let it lure you with its beauty.
Till your mind like mine wears a trance.
Admire it, yes God did craft it.
Its waters milky white,
That fall like a princess’ tear
A misty wonder.
Is this her face?
Which she(earth) stares at herself in the mirror.
Here I am bound,
In a narrow gape between beauty and its measure
For here I believe,
Angels do come to bath.
With the strength
The bear uses to fight.
And the glitter the cat’s eyes uses to outshine a pitch black night.
With the eye the eagle uses to see prey,
And the speed the black panther uses to hunt.
With nature’s invisible wings,
That the monsoons use to fly
Or the sun’s internal fire,
That feeds man and plants.
With Keats’ medieval thoughts and connotations.
And Yeats’ lines of wit and romance,
I shall stand against that,
That will try to stop us.