a garden enclosed by tiny rivulets
an archetype as we all are
tragic burdened hero crashes on isle of whispers
wise proud ageing impulsive
determined to listen to those screaming sirens
lying with sorceresses in nymphaea
wandering the hostile shores of basalt islands
taking birth again and again in some ionian loop
sunblasted and subtly broken
a female goddess i imagine somehow protects me
i am found by the winkled pool gazing out to sea
i am found washed up in illyria and in xanadu
i am found in the bed of sea grass matting
where heavenly hands mend my seething scars
the images of dead companions adorn dreams
they call out to me
beware…!
the shades of great men
ghosts of trojans and women
achilles among dead healers
all fading fading
their minds already gone
at dawn i awake
light and sleep have no truck on the living island
flowers to be adored
my little familiar spirit the child face accompanies me
she evaporates with the morning mist as sun comes down
crabs scurry in the sea spray
the sky has become cerulean blue at midday
i forget myself sometimes
dazzled in phoebus’ rays ‘pon cracked rock
searching in the brine for an unknown thing
at night nepenthe freely swilled
we celebrate the full moon with masque and gamble
we sacrifice kids on wisdoms altar …athene so stern and unwavering
her brown eyes glare at me in visions that burn my eye
you must be a fool
the african slave drove artemis’ impala over the cliff
i hold a torch to another city but i bring heat not light
i have nothing else to compare my life to
only the seven mile beach
only the seven year night
only the seven heavens above or below
zeus the thunderer the jealous god the playboy bastard
not even he is free from crushing anxiety
his codependency on his fretful grievous wife
he is in chains he is checked and contained
but still finding time appearing in disguise…
ah he cares nothing for me
i dont even know how free i want to be
but who will save me save me from myself
where does it go wrong so long into a song?
Luminous and captivating. You have the muse, man.
What’s a ‘winkled pool’?
Pleased to see humanity in Zeus. Does even he feel in his Achilles heel?
the wonderful thing about leaving it a few days since my last visit to your universe is that there’s so much to catch up on…..
blessed be…..
love always…..
a young boy bound in rope & chains
talks with a girl trapped in a cage
forgotten by their captors day after day,
find rest & peace in each other’s company
“it seems like we’ve been here for centuries”
marooned by the fickle gods for their heresy
and insuffucient prayers and their mortality
“but it was them who made us” they state most plainly
“yet we’re condemned for being us” they cry out angrily
and some fishes raise their heads above the shining sea
and call out to the couple to have faith most certainly
“hang on, for you shall be liberated soon enough, you’ll see,
for even the gods have gods who bring order to chaos and tragedy,
and they shall be corrected for their crimes against humanity”
magnificent, tiny orbs floated about them most peacefully
while manna rained down to calm their hunger and uncertainties
and they saw sails in the distance
Wow !!!!
So exceeding each day by day…what’s going on in that mind of yours ????
Again….Brilliant !!!!
Darrin JK
Nice read, lovely picture.
mellencholia of the highest order!
you’re makin me dizzy
Yeah but did you see any noahs?
no but i saw noah taylor today tho
Who’s the babe in the photo?
Steve, Steve Steve,
This begs to live and breath on stage,and it don’t need to be conventional . Wanderings with the muse in landscapes unknown, Why not do something with your pictures and music and words, synthesis!
amongst surreal lights and props, supporting characters, imagery and projections, or not, many ways to suggest, I am learning. Parallel worlds, Why have you never considered little movies? so much imagery, would manifest, so much world bridging……take people there in outer space as well as in:) I call it The Theatre of Dreams
Van Park showed me you could do it……most marvy.
you are a great mirror dear Steve, inspiring as always,
a Siren from the North.
thanks cath
Who is the beautiful lady behind you…is she alive or is that a painting….
I know, pl…was just thinking that…she’s utterly, hauntingly perfect. Love you sm.
The 2 of you together practically combust. Dig this photo.