Captain of the Malevolent.
Poetry translated from his encoded diary. The spirit of Captain Cur has commissioned this translator, with the help of the Captain's impish Muse, to give good account of his writings, loves and adventures. The problem is the Muse, who calls herself, 'Baharia Msichana' which means, sailor girl, but she prefers 'Pirate Girl' insists I write her love poems, which she will not allow me to publish, or she will not help me decipher his diary. Captain Cur inhabited this sphere sometime between the mid to late 1600’s and possibly the early 1700’s. His diary was heavily damaged after the wreck of the Malevolent, his exact date ... more »
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Captain Cur Poems
That which loves unconditionally is unconditionally loved. If you believe yourself unloved you have terms and conditions.
Endless Blue! Endless Sea!
Endless blue! Endless sea! Oh! Fluid pulse of eternity. Here I set my distant sight on the full moon's guiding light.
Adagio, love poems
Your hair draping down the side of your face established before my eyes a silhouette
Picking Daisies In The Sun, love poems
I tossed a love poem to the sea, I told it swim, my words, I let you free. They came to rest upon an isle's golden sand, they declared not that they were written by my hand.
Stealth of Your Kiss, love poems
It is in what is small, what is least about you, what is recessed, what is channeled
I Will Become
Love Me for what i am not and I will become.
Invasion Of The Poet Snatchers
Green liquid life blood flowing through stemmed veins memories erased reentered plant brain, cloned with the duplicity of sodded verse photosynthesized re-imagined birth.
Odes, Kubla Khan
Naked Venus of desire the Evening Star of man’s unrest adorned in dreams of wanton fire was charmed by Kubla Khan’s request
Making Love To Her The Sea, Pirate Oaths...
From the edge of the horizon a mighty ghost ship from the deep her rising masts ringed with lightening crewed with dead men roused from sleep;
Odes, Tigris and Euphrates
Each thought you sound through your soft verse I replay them to my ear and each next line is to the first a melody sweet to hear
Lovers Bound to Lovers, love poems
Why do I need so much of you? What is it that I am hoping you will satisfy? Can you fill my void? Will you become my vice,
Unsung Love, love poems
The joy that your heart brings to me is a simple, precious thing and has inspired me to sing to you this song.
Female Essence I Adore
Here forever her spirit's glow that trines the vestiges of grace and burns throughout her largess soul in the munificence of space.
Adventures of Two Captains, Part 9
As we both receive attack, Captain Cur remembered his old friend, Lord Black He was the Leader of Ysa Lands,
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That which loves unconditionally
is unconditionally loved.
If you believe yourself unloved
you have terms and conditions.
I love all conditions
and place none on you.
I am unconditional love.