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I preached to my flock, "you voted them in
"The knaves and fools who did freedom in.
"I know a new place to settle upon
The hills and the vales of Avalon."
"We'll take a stout fleet, built for you all
We'll leave our mistakes; we'll stand again tall
It's a magical place, where wishes come true
There's no other choice, no more we can do."
"You've took rights for granted, now you grieve
Come to the island, you won't want to leave
The stars will be silver, the moon will be gold
The veil will be lifted; the magic take hold."
We sailed out of Boston, and out of Maine
Took cover in the clouds, hid in the rain
Then we saw it, rising from the sea
A green pleasant land, where men still were free.
But a man rowed out in a hollowed kayak
He got close to my sailboat, shouted "turn back".
He spoke to me; his stern face made me shiver:
"Don't promise what you cannot deliver."
I said "we have nowhere to go, freedom fell
"If we must storm, we'll storm gates of hell
"We take our chances in your bay by the sea
"We've paid our dues; we want to be free."
Over the velvet land was a misty veil
We tried to move forward, but to no avail
A force pushed us back, from that life-raft land:
The wind had become an invisible hand.
Some of us made it back to a blood red dawn
We lost the dream of emerald Avalon
Almost made it, almost found a new start
So close, so far, the pain lasts in my heart.
At sunrise I sailed on river called youth,
meandered to search for lonely life's truth.
You came on board holding my hands firmly,
through storm surge we navigated sternly.
At dreamful dawn when sky donned sunburst hue,
love weaved in heart spectral tapestry new.
The river will flow to the senile sea,
where the sunset splendor we’ll wait to see.
At journeys end I’ll give my last flower,
you’ll see its tinged smile in the twilight hour.
May 1, 2020
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She was a girly faerie with twirly ways,
afraid of people, hiding in mushroom pods
or diving into hollow trees when she hears them
She has no idea when the fear originated
When she was a faerie-ette probably,
maybe really early, at two or six minutes old.
She remembers a luxurious day when the sun
was shining so brightly, and the cardinals were
bringing her messages. Suddenly there was a
silence that brought her curls out of the water,
so her faerie ears could better hear.
There was not a ripple on the lake except the
one she had just made. The deer were fleeing.
She saw their white tails flash as they leapt into
the verdant safety of the brush.
What is happening she asked? But the grasshoppers,
dragonflies, and mermaids were transparent. It was the first
time she realized that she could invisible herself. She instantly transmuted to an invisible air bubble, and began floating above the lake to try and see.
There were two large brown eyes looking at her.
"Mommy! It's a faerie!" a shrill voice said.
She was horrified. Her heart beat so fast, she was afraid she was having a heart attack. Another air bubble attached itself to her
air bubble, and sailed her into a meadow. When they popped her cousin got out. "That is man," she said. "They are killers."
That might have been it.
In your head to pass this time
Attributing the former to your lies
Remember our cycle. Oh! how we belonged
We herded great minds and looseth the wronged
This is your part in our shattered glass
Although we fenced these strong beliefs
It is insatiable lust we reprieved
just short a miracle in humming this chord
Their weaknesses sort was time reborn
This is my part in our shattered glass
Endless love stories with novelty rhymes
a mist of colours, distractions and lies
Lighter pages, suspense or crime?
Mirrors and doors, our refraction in time
This is my part in our shattered glass
Just as we lost faith, we tore apart these walls
thus we drifted and sailed to our downfall
Last I heard of thee, it was late in the fall
In love and in lust, at her new masters beck-and-call
This is our sorrow in my shattered glass
LISTEN, MATES, AND LISTEN WELL
TO THE TALE THAT I’M ABOUT TO TELL
ABOUT A PLACE IN AN ANGRY SEA
A PLACE WHERE MEN SHOULD NEVER BE
WAS THERE A SAILOR EVER BORN
THAT DIDN’T FEAR TO ROUND TO HORN?
A PLACE WHERE EVIL DEVILS DWELL
A PLACE THAT HAS THE GATES TO HELL
I’LL TELL YOU ABOUT THE GOOD SHIP CREE
A WHALER ON THE GREAT SALT SEA
OUT OF GLOUCESTER SHE DID SAIL
GOING AFTER THE GREAT SPERM WHALE
FOR MANY DAYS HER COURSE WAS SOUTH
HEADED FOR THE FURIES' MOUTH
AND FINALLY SHE DID REACH THE HORN
AND SAW THE EVIL START TO FORM
A HOWL WAS HEARD WITHIN THE WIND
AND ICY WATERS IT DID SEND
AND CLOSER DID THE GOOD SHIP SAIL
INTO AN ALL-CONSUMING GALE
THIS WAS A STORM
THAT WASN’T THE NORM
WITH WAVES NEAR 60 FEET HIGH
ALL THAT WERE HERE
FELT NOTHING BUT FEAR
AS THE GRAY STOLE THE BLUE FROM THE SKY
CAPTAIN JIM AND FIRST MATE TIM
WERE TIED UP TO THE MAST
SCREAMING OUT THE SAILOR'S PRAYER
THAT THE FURY WOULDN’T LAST
BUT AS WE KNOW, THIS WOULD NOT BE
FOR THIS WAS NOT A NORMAL SEA
THE SPECTER NOW WAS ON THE SHIP
AND FROM HIS FORM THE BLOOD DID DRIP
THE SPECTERS GRIN WAS WIDE AND THIN
WITH TEETH AS SHARP AS NAILS
CRY OUT DID HE, UPON THE SEA
WITH WINDS THAT TORE THE SAILS
WOE IS US, OH WOE IS US
CRIED OUT THE FRIGHTENED CREW
THE PREACHER TOLD US NOT TO GO
AND NOW WE KNOW IT’S TRUE
OUR FATE IS SEALED
THE BOSUN SQUEALED
THE SPECTER WANTS US TOO
OUR DAY IS LOST, AND WE’RE THE COST
IT’S DEATH FOR ALL THE CREW
THEN FROM THE HOLD A BOY SO BOLD
THE PREACHER'S SON WAS HE
A GLOWING CROSS WAS IN HIS HAND
AND FROM HIS LIPS DID HE COMMAND
THE SPECTER TO THE SEA
GET BACK BEFORE I TOUCH THY HEAD
AND LET YOU BURN UNTIL YOUR DEAD
TAKE THY EVIL TO THE SEA
AND DO NOT SINK THE GOOD SHIP CREE
THE SPECTER SCREAMED A MIGHTY SCREAM
AND DANCED UPON THE DECK
AND IN THE AIR HE SWORE DESPAIR
THE SHIP THAT HE WOULD WRECK
THE SPECTER ‘S EYES WERE BURNING RED
AND SLOWLY HE DID CREEP
THE PREACHER'S SON STAYED CALM AS DEATH
TO WAIT THE SPECTERS LEAP
THEN FROM THE CROSS A BRILLIANT LIGHT
BEFELL THE SPECTERS FACE
AND IN FLASH HE TURNED TO ASH
AND LEFT WITHOUT A TRACE
SO THE CREE SAILED ON
THE SPECTER GONE
THE RIGHTEOUS DID PREVAIL
THE SEA NOW CALM AS I LIVE ON
TO TELL ALL OF THIS TALE
The End of Love
A secret grief rips apart all that was
Slaves to the sexual caresses of time
Stallions in black gallop gallantly in fields
Of spring full wishes
Thou seeith the birth of love
Naked hopes surrounded by sweet perfumes
Seduced by the gods or by demon fools
Dancing, towards our own charades we sing
Funerals consume autumn’s dead poets
The gravestone cold and gray
We hug it like a long lost friend
One may see a battle lost
The other a battle won
In November we reminisce the soldier and singers too
Didst you know I was a prostitute?
Selling my soul to the hourglass of eternity
Foolishly hoping to sleep upon her breast
Shivering as others seem to fall right at deaths door
Brimstone, black and rose
The underbelly of St Laurent
Youthful boasts as the old man in cane hobbles
Generations sailed down the main
Some seeking solace others finding fame
Vaguely the recollections appear
Visions inside dreams inside the darkest fears
The end of love is near
For the hand above is reaching
As I float to the end of time
Enchantment in the crypts
Ravens dancing as they consume our mortal
Hearts
No smiles, no sleep
Thou did knowest I’m surely certain
The dance of death
Only to be followed
By a piper
And angels violins
Rags and shrouds, kiss them all goodbye
Hallelujah
In Memory of Leonard Cohen, a fellow Montrealer, 21 September 1934 – 10 November 2016.
For love of night I claimed my fears released them to the moon
like a crawfish in the sand I sifted through my magical runes
seeking symbols and answers but only finding the quiet croon
of a lonely seagull, over trees shaped like big black balloons
The ocean resembled tempered glass reflecting stars above
foamy sea spray, a roar, a wave then, silence...
leaping into the deep I probed the mysteries of my living essence
and found a kindship with the creatures of the sea
Watching a lighthouse from a distance I heard the foghorn go
three blasts from the lighthouse, "going astern"
returning to the amniotic fluids of my mother's womb
then reborn by the stability of past virtues, soul accepted day
For love of sleep I dismembered before the sea
diving into its partitions like a mermaid longing to be free
claiming meteors and shooting stars as my very own
I sailed away without a life jacket for I was safely home.
What could be said of chains?
If not armoury, after what’s left
What could be said of armoury?
If not injury, after the scars
What could be said of injury?
If not a name, left on lips of today
Our owner's name tattooed
On our coloured skin, stayed.
But now we say its swag from shops
The sugar, the cotton, all know
Our feigns, the sun, the rain, winter
Till this day.
The birds sang our lyrics in tearful tones
And loosed them to the vastness
Of the sky
Of pains of shame of dog chains
Of tapes of rapes of games of fate
But now in raps of history our
Revolution roll, rise & sailed till
This day we say “we be free! Man!”
Gideon Idudje
I have no control over me.
I walk and talk and sing and breathe,
but my soul and mind are like the sea.
I am tossed around frantically.
I sailed far from that island long ago.
My hands grabbed the oars and I began to row,
but I swear I've seen this place before.
The water is taking me to that forbidden lore.
A seagull above called my name.
He wondered why I looked so insane.
With panic, I called back up to him,
"I do not know, my lantern's dim."
I wept as I saw what the ocean stole.
My oars had floated away, I had lost control.
The shores of that island came into view,
drenched in the water of my sea, that's when I knew.
With no light left and fear of the land,
I stumbled out of my broken boat and onto the broken sand.
The weight of the past fell on top of me.
What I feared, what I missed, it all haunted me.
I never wanted to come back here.
I wanted this island to disappear.
But, it seems my sea did not agree with that.
What once was, is now right where I'm at.
The question now is, what do I do with my return?
Perhaps there is something from this island I must learn.
I may walk and talk and sing and breathe,
but I have no real control over me.
She was the vastness of the oceans
I, sailing the seas
Enjoying her swells, her too and fro
She would entice me with blue dreams of lore
I would sail away from the safety of the shore
I was the lonely boat, with nothing but loves delusions
Heading over the horizon
Traveling inside seasick daydreams
On the high seas
I sailed full of hope
Not quite knowing, the ocean
Well she was handing me the rope
My heart tied in sailors knots
Love it seems, was all for not
I lie now, with empty heart
Below
As she the sea has fully consumed
The soul of me
Blackness is now all that I can see
Deception buried in my coffin
Thus setting me free