DEFEAT ON CRETE
A folktale from which we have been recreated
Remember that fight I’m quite sure you hated
For this rematch, many centuries I have waited
So keen and strong, now I’ve been resuscitated
But this time I’ll win, as many anticipated
Such an encounter set Greek history ablaze
But this second time extends into future days
I may even emerge blinking, in the sun’s rays
And your dead body left to rot in the maze
Then back to Pasiphae, a hybrid family to raise
So Theseus, for you I have a surprise in store
As you’ll no longer follow that thread, I’m sure
This time, it is me reborn, to settle the score
From the labyrinth, where we once met before
Behold, I’m back, it’s me, the Minotaur!
Hi there!
I am connecting with you in my mind.
Can you hear me when you are?
Every cell in your body is new, our Ship of Theseus!
How dark is your world?
Are you eating healthy foods?
Are your thoughts clean?
Are you happy?
Am I happy?
Can you remember?
We speak.
Even though you might not hear me,
I am here,
in my time,
in my world,
in my thoughts,
thinking of you.
Because it is love that binds us,
Know that I love you.
I know you can still love me too,
and that this alone brings us together
in momentous Joy!
The ocean of time between us shrivels to a tear drop.
Our Ship anchors to shore.
We are no longer distant.
We are the same, ‘you’ & ‘I’.
Take care now:)
Soli, Soli, then be Tacet!
Soli, Soli, then be Tacet!
Ossai,Ossai, Rubato,Tenuto
Ossai, Soli.
Adagio? Adagio: no, no, no !
Vivase! Vivase, Vivase!
Da Capo!
De Capo!
Divisi, Cresendo,Cresendo!
Aria, Arai, Mastros baton wishes
me to sing., legato, legato
ah- buto concerto!
they prayed for six spheres!
closed paths
of me, drive me
explore alleyways...
.
Blocked courses
with no signs, impel me
seeking safe
shelters...
.
In the midst of flying
feeling dizzy,
half blind
I follow in the heart
radar...
.
Entangled in
wrong ways
imagine myself in
cut cords
as in labyrinths
of Theseus...
.
But if I lack
fresh roads,
I look for novel paths
in heaven... so I direct,
my fly leading me to
heights... beyond-worlds...!
Newlyweds Theseus and Hyppolyta are about to see
a short play based on Pyramus and Thisbe.
Performed by the Rude Tradesmen, it is a tragedy.
The actors are Peter Quince, Nick Bottom, and company.
However, their performance reeks with mediocrity.
All the fairies enter Duke Theseus's palace that night
and put their blessings on all and everyone in sight.
Based on the play "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by William Shakespeare
Closed paths
from me, impel me
free paths ...
.
Blocked directions and
no signs,ordering
seek shelter
insurance ...
.
Amid flying
lost of dizzy,
half blind
I follow in my heart
radar...
.
Entangled in
deviations
imagine myself in
cut cords
as of in mazes
from Theseus ...
.
But if I lack
fresh roads,
I'm looking for other ways
in the sky ... so I continue,
flying to find me
heights ... beyond worlds ...!
Daedulus and Ariadne were walking late one night,
Through the maze of Labyrinth, when something caught their sight.
A creature fearsome and bold, the mythical Minotaur,
Theseus the brave came running by, asking what they saw.
Daedulus told Theseus, twas a raging beast, half Bull, half Man,
I think he went that way, please catch him if you can.
Within my brain there’s residue
Of many things that I once knew
And on occasion, from the blue,
A word appears, as if on cue.
For on my phone, the word on view
(A daily treat, each morning due)
Was one for which my mem’ry drew
On Theseus, the hero who
Was seeking out an avenue
To leave a maze he’d ventured through
And did so, when he used a clew*
A maiden gave, who loved him true.
I’d read this tale (one of a few)
When I was young; as knowledge grew
I never thought I could construe
The key to “clew” without a clue.
*a ball of thread, yarn or cord
clew
a thread
unraveled
it pulls me back
away from the scene
where I had done battle
other heroes are god-touched
their fathers' powers aiding them
sore and wounded ... I retrace my steps
the heartstring of my love will pull me through
He was standing there, like a painting by Raphael,
Above a parking garage, for show,
For all to see, behind a bay window,
A forgotten resident of our Daytona Beach Hotel.
And I stared up in awe and dismay,
Stunned, for *Ariadne, in her grand design
A spell in time had placed upon this piano divine;
And to my child I said: “Look! There’s Kay!”
Like you my old friend solitary he waits
Suspended, timeless, his noble frame
Caught behind the glass; but still a flame
His passion stoked, flooding the gates
Rusted closed. So through the corridors
In search we went, opening every door
Until his dark silent presence I glanced,
And on his battered keys a melody I chanced.
And he, rasping at first, soon his chords laid bare
And his soul released in the deepest of flair.
*Ariadne: my friend Kay associates ‘Ariane’ with a higher power or the hand of fate. (In Greek mythology, Ariadne is associated with mazes and labyrinths because she helped Theseus ‘conquer’ the labyrinth and kill the Minotaur).
Hippolytus and Phaedra In Declining Orbits
Hippolytus and Phaedra, a Euripides sad story
Phaedra wants sex with Hippolytus, (her step-son)
She tries every trick in the book for her own glory
Hippolytus, illegitimate son of Theseus, (king of Athens)
Phaedra, his wife was not very nice
Theseus wants his son dead for what he tried to do
Hippolytus, (sworn to chastity) plus, he wants men
Unjustly charged for compromising Phaedra
Banished by his dad
Died slowly from injuries brought on
In a bad decision
Incurred by a chariot collision
Phaedra orbits in another world, from another planet
She hanged herself, which brought attempted incest to an end
Hippolytus travels in his own universe, he too is dead
Trapped in a labyrinth
The Minotaur waits
For Theseus to come.
His beginning was his end, being swallowed by Cronus
Fortuitously his fortune averted when through Zeus he was saved
With his trusted trident his magnificence reigned
Amphritite at his side, after Delphinius convinced the nymph majesty
God of the ocean, second to none, his wrath was his ultimate fury
Recall the flood to Attic Plain, hark the drownings and shipwrecks!
His magnificence unrivalled, albeit to Athena’s olive tree
His rumoured son, none other than the legendary ruler Theseus
He had his way with Medusa, Caeneus and the mortal Tyro
Subtle yet truly defined, his earthquakes lie testament
Fear the wrath of Neptune, the God of the ocean