Musings

Siren

A siren is a signal
There is a need greater than yours
A siren is a warning
Surrender or see blood on your hands

A siren is a temptress
Sweet final serenade
She will lure you
to the darkest pockets of ocean
Her soul lies at the bottom
Play deaf to her calls
she doesn’t need you
to drown herself

beach shoreline

Musings

Ode to my General

From the first foray
Armour was cast aside
like clothes in a frenzy
White flags raised
Sighs surrendered
in honour of a love that could
Breathe

So unlike past lovers, tepid desire
Festering discontent
Poison buds whispered caution
Ignored at first but
impossible to make history
Transient cadets were
just parlay for

You, bastion of charm
I, worthy muse
You fired
I screamed
General, desist!
You killed in battle
I won

The war is constant
between kings and queens
but blood can do no better

When did I know?
The first time
you fit like the last puzzle piece
The first time
you let your guard down
The first time
we silently wished the same

Certain times I knew but
Always I felt
No strategy could outwit
the simple truth

You were born to conquer my heart

Ode to my General picture

Musings

Still Life

Who am i
a one-legged soldier drafted for war
facing bullets without needing worn-out sympathy
eyes shut waiting for sweet release

Where am i
alone in an untrodden forest
drawn to dreams of rabbitholes that lead nowhere
waking up trapped in skin
that sags from pretending

What am i
just a pebble that makes no ripples
when sacrificed to the pond
or a twig that makes no sound
when crushed under a weary foot