Forget who you are.
Where you hail.
Words you speak.
If greed lust and fortune be merits you seek,
Then I bid thee my pity in these days yet to come,
To submerge all thy sorrows in whisky and rum.
Alas!
I cry out from the edge of the bed!
Collapsed in the waters of a newly found dread.
I bid warning of illness to pillage the mind!
Never scour for the treasures a man cannot find!
Today is the day that our debts shall be paid!
Hark! Every man, woman, child,
Chimney sweeper and maid!
Leave behind all the fruit shops and meat stalls in town.
Come, join the voyage to envy the crown!
Captain Cornelius sails the Lauren-Louise.
Across each tide and corner of the vast seven seas.
With God’s will and courage, we shall strain all our force,
To govern my will through the deafening storms!
Reach out your hands as I pledge and I vow,
To shower you with riches from the boots to the brow!
You and I, we shall voyage
To shores young and new!
To build a word natural!
Utopian!
True!
To rival Sir Raleigh
Blaspheme Blackbeard’s brigade!
The most remarkable manoeuvre a vessel has made!
Avast! To the ship! Embark, unconfined!
We shall sail her for Britain!
For the love of mankind!
May I embellish us more in the great loves of our lives?
I Take rest in the quarters,
So my mind can unwind.
Beyond such a dream
Lies an unquenchable thirst.
Such a crime to allow it
Rot like a corpse in the dirt.
But if just for a moment, allow me to unfurl,
In a sweet psalm of solace
For a sweet darling girl.
Oh, what compares to Amelia,
Daughter of the seas.
God’s award to the world,
And his fine gift to me…
The golden gates parted at the hour of her birth,
As heaven hummed hymns for all she was worth.
She’s a flower in the forest burnt brown from the heat.
Her long locks of luxury
More golden than wheat.
I’d renounce every ounce of my pride for that smile.
A single memory to cherish
Is all, and worthwhile.
But alas, my Amelia,
I must leave you behind.
No longer can I rest and unwind in this mind!
For the waters afoot boil murky and black
I must advance to the crows nest,
Set the crew back on track.
Hark! Raise the masts! Prepare flags for the thrills!
We commence into darkness
Through the night and the chills!
Come along!
Sing this song,
Together with me!
As we bond over bourbon,
Friendship and harmony!
Tis’ A legend we’ll carry to the foot of our graves!
Seven men and their valour
Into treacherous waves!
Many weeks lie ahead in the expedition of truth,
Let us rejoice in this moment,
And give thanks to our youth!
Young John, fetch the whisky and fill me a glass!
Occasions like this are not built to last!
Blast! Spin the wheel!
Give it all of your muscle!
Keep your eye on the prize
And ye won’t lose this tussle!
These tides are only as fierce as the moon!
Now Cough up yer’ blasphemy inside the spittoon,
Not long till he’s sore from howling his tune!
And enough of this bilge over orts and damp nights!
I will hear but no more of these womanish fights!
We are men of the ocean, with awe reserved for the brave!
Or do I liken my brothers for a crew of cheap knaves?
Don’t abandon your Captain in the faces of hell,
Grab the beast by his horns till’ his bastard horns swell!
Ha! Tis’ but a tempest at sea!
We’ll wrestle her down,
Just us tough pirates three.
For the lives of young John,
The first mates and Archie!
Hold on with your lives,
Cast dread to the sea!
I roar up to the heavens,
That their souls be set free!
Not but a fortnight has faded
Since the crows of those crowds
Drowned out the mess of the market
Into the clasp of the clouds.
And but a week has been wasted
Forever searching the seas.
Their echoes of elation
All bemused in the breeze.
Where art these dreams that I dreamt
Amongst the planets and stars?
My only companions be the wounds and the scars.
Gripe is a word too faint for such days.
For arrival on shore be iced in a haze.
Her anchor smashed down on those raw sheets of white
Masking each puny whimper of interminable fright.
How brisk, how bitter, such a dubious crime!
A numb baron wasteland to stretch further than time…
Staring down silver plateaus, all gospel destroyed,
The hours I gifted to that abominable void.
What corruption I caused to the mild hearts of friends,
Upstaging their wishes into one's greedy ends.
Oh Captain, you curr! Why hast thou sinned against life?
Sinking our virtues in a bog of deep strife…
Tis’ all but gone! Lost! Vaporised into dust!
I doth crippled my credit to a mere trickster's trust.
By God! What lunacy seeks to confound these old eyes?
How hard a man chokes when his head spins in the skies...
I had it all! It was there in the palm of this hand...
For now, and forever, at once, I understand!
Without a moment to cease, blood coursing through veins,
I shall sail ‘till I plummet and my bones grind to grains!
Across cyclones, through snowstorms!
‘Round gales grey and grim!
This crux shall not drown even if he must swim!
A terminal cry for my terminal trek!
At last, I have triumphed! All hands on deck!
Do not shed tears for your loved ones,
Their penance was not carved in vain!
Plant roses by their tombstones in the forthcoming days,
But for now I return to these intimate shores.
To reconcile with my daughter!
I pray thee, open the doors!
Why must you bid me with an expression so black?
I bar thee! Unhand me! Cease this attack!
I command this mutiny be halted forthwith!
Where art my servants? My guards, my locksmith!
I assert with all grit to lay your foul names to waste!
Announce why her chambers lay sealed, with haste!
With might I convert this mere clash to a fight,
And demolish these hinges that shield me from sight!
Oh the horror! Repugnance! How wild I break down!
Here lies my Amelia,
Moored still,
In her gown...
Each hand on the clock stalls as stiff as my face,
My limp body rooted without her embrace.
I renounce all my joy! Hurl it all to the sands!
I am now nothing more but a mere shell of a man!
Starving her days and her nights away on the tide!
Every second she smiled I should have rejoiced by her side.
Oh, how I bawl! How I wail! How I howl! How I weep!
I cannot commune with my girl’s ageless sleep!
I bid warning of illness! It has pillaged my mind!
Never reach for the treasures a man cannot find!
Leave me! Allow me to combust with this dread!
I shall perish here with her!
At the edge of her bed...
When unyielding verses waltz in a ring,
To fever and frenzy he will perpetually cling.
As a puce tarnished heart throbs ripe for the take,
How many moments must a man lay and ache?
When the graze of an angel is a gem he could earn,
For how many aeons can a boy fade and yearn?
Leak anthems of ecstasy for a weak soul to yearn.
Such melodious voices alive in this ring!
To the burden he carries with adoration to earn,
Each weighted desire will beg her to cling.
But to crush such a pipe dream cleanses the ache,
Their bonding an honourable jewel to take.
Singing sweet tunes of passion with each step he shall take,
The kiss of an angel, such a medal to yearn!
It’s gentle decorum lays rest to all ache,
Now that torments and tortures break free from their ring.
Angst turns to ashes when the gold chimes will cling,
Marry caution to heaven when her touch is to earn.
What values will perish when such gifts are to earn?
Where lie such chances for a union to take?
If one would allow for the renounce of his cling,
How still could he seek a figure willing to yearn?
Why must Time’s pride lock those hands in a ring?
Who shall release him from a prison of ache?
Are you the adventure to cleanse away ache?
Could you be the melody that my ghost lusts to earn?
In your palm lies the key to burst open this ring,
So frost cold hands can stretch outwards to take.
I beg for your word to secure just a cling,
Light up the paths to your heart, I desperately yearn.
Such fables are drafted with only anguish to cling,
The tides of her ocean wash up the seeds of our ache.
Those dusks heave us back to our chambers of yearn,
Which charms have we wronged for such scars that we earn?
I wished no more than to give, much more than to take!
Must we retire to the loops of our ring?
An omniscient voice above the roots of all ache,
Look not to the symbols or the emblems to cling.
Only then can it finish… in the shape of a ring.
With emotions like these, who even knows where to start?
The canvas is barren, like the paths to my heart.
I am painting some amateur pictures;
They are nothing too special,
Nor refined or pristine,
But they mimic such moments
That could maybe have been.
Releasing a sigh, brush and canvass amassed,
The brush starts designing
Scenes of a fraudulent past.
Here we are, you and I,
Together at last.
You warm me up with a nuzzle,
As our cheeks start glowing.
For the first time in years,
in December,
It's snowing.
We link arms down the square,
our breaths hefty and slow,
Both our thoughts sat fixated
On the prints in the snow.
Crushing the brush
Just as if it's my fate,
The strokes begin forming
Blurs of our first date.
We huddle up confined,
Under the squalls of the night.
You peck my ear and my cheek
Beneath the dull lamplight.
I tense up and grip you
And the brush far too tight…
The Blood trickles down...
Towards the base of my thumb,
As every sense in my body
reduces to numb.
The hopes and the dreams are now starting to race
Towards the redesigned kitchen
In our redesigned place.
I am ever so thankful
for this inkling of grace.
This one, small impossible space
Belongs to you, me, and everlasting embrace.
But we were never there.
A hand full of splinters is a hand full of lies.
I drop to the floor in a haze of tears and cries.
For the gut wrenching truth must always arise,
Fiendishly piercing my unworthy demise:
I can't even look into her gleaming green eyes.
I cannot mount these paintings
Amongst empty spaces in the hall.
Because they hang up as photographs...
On someone else's wall.
In an imaginary world
With an imaginary you,
My eyes are as smoked as thoughts for words to say,
Reaching out to touch your face.
I'd beam in awe at your jubilant glow,
Illuminating my world each time I’d glimpse you.
I'd get lost in saintly choirs of harmonious joy,
Unleashing radiance and beauty into my open ears.
How I wished for those sounds...
When my eyelids are heavy, and my body at rest,
My mind stays alive only for you.
It gift-wraps me unprecedented visions
in a realm only I can see.
I'd find you in the strangest of places:
In lands where feet move slower than time,
Asking myself how you arose there,
And why you would linger for me.
But then your soft lips would move;
A voice with no words.
It would stun me to the core,
And I could weep to the stars.
You’d embrace my soul
With a faraway stroke and smooth silky breaths,
Whispering verses that would set my heart ablaze,
With no cares for how high the embers could rise.
I watch us elope in crimson fields of the sunset,
Swearing I can sense your soft kiss on my skin,
Telling myself that this is real,
Begging for no answers from the hardest of truths.
Then the rumble of time would howl a final verse,
Bringing forth the edge of a wishful haze,
Dragging me from your gentle arms as you let me go,
My clarity at the borders of it’s will to endure.
With a parting glimpse of your smile,
I grieve it’s departure into the void of the psyche,
To leave your spirit in eternal rest
Forever sailing in clouds of nights gone by.
As it all blows away like leaves in a breeze,
The daybreak shall flourish along with my tears.
My roots plead for that flaming taste,
To fall back to my hungering embrace.
Once awake I remember,
engulfed by birdsong and beams,
That this love is a tale,
A myth bleak and untrue.
In my imaginary world.
With my imaginary you.
I breathe and sense the charms within my chest.
The grunts and snarls of doubt have quit the curse.
Determination wins and ache shall rest,
There is no fate of anguish stretching worse!
Erupting from a sleep of endless rue,
With pride to whisk through fields of untold hopes,
I take to stars that glow for men on cue,
To reel them in with silver lining ropes.
Journey with me to heights beyond the screens,
Lift up your wings and spread them far and wide.
Soar through blue skies that gleam with vibrant sheens,
In worlds of warmth that strive to be our guide.
We now begin this faith in newfound life,
I cut in deep, and sharpen up the knife…
I’m blessed to see such beauty in these lands,
Send cheers to days that birthed my natural grin.
I smile to those that once sparked reprimands,
A wave of spite dispersed and wearing thin.
Elope in woods that grow to heal the soul,
Climb hills that stand above such minor woe,
Descend their peaks to rivers pure and whole,
Float gently down the banks and taste the flow.
Gather with friends that thrive on every shore,
To hold and share the gift of labours' kiss,
Forge bonds and ties that last forevermore,
Rejoicing fond nostalgic days of bliss.
Promise me now it shall not lapse to black.
The time has come for Gods to not look back...