Biography of Captain Cur
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 of death remains unknown. Allusions to his alter ego, “the beast” is heavily layered throughout his prose. His tales of adventure appear to encompass both the real and spectral world. The Captain's spirit continues to pen in his diary and has much to say about our modern age. It's complicated, but fun. So I hope you enjoy the voyage!
Rearing in the ocean the black stallion on the waves
gripping the reefs shoreline with her talons and her bays
gleaming in moon shower as she soaks the sunless rays
hungry haunting hunter as her flagstaff shadows day.
From: Black Stallion on the Waves, Pirate Adventures (3)
Lightening shears the darkened skies
exposing faceless demons
whose voices roll and echoes long
express their morbid treason
against god, against man,
as they mount each rising swell
that smashes down my stricken ship
with the waterfalls of hell.
From: Demon Seas, Part 2
She appeared in white mountain drifting clouds
a sleeping child curled tightly in her wings,
ice tip blues arose and trimmed her layered shroud
encased in stars crowned by planet rings.
From: Heart of Isle Curdi, Pirate Adventures (7)
Canvassing the forgotten sands
of centuries shipwrecked by war,
I call to time and make demand
and push back the blood soaked door.
From: Malevolent Rising, Pirate Adventures (1)
Central Park, summer days,
Films, bookstores, theater, plays.
Diamond district, restaurant guides,
Nostalgic horse and carriage rides.
From: New York City Day and Life
Unleashing my soul, victim, I am doom!
Unease persists; raw nerves duel deep inside,
coward sun fails, breeds blood lust freakish moon
glowering bares upheaval in my eyes.
From: Freakish Moon, genre poems
Dense fractal wings, twin bodied beast heralding sunrise;
archers stretch their bowstrings length stone tipped arrows fly,
mystic lion, regal fleshed in monolithic birth,
harnessed pewter saddle rolls, evading slings from earth.
From: Armored Hawk of War
- Estuary Of Words -new-
- Evil Of Our Birth -new-
- Soft Innuendos, (Love Letters Written To... -new-
- Though You Taunt I Still Pursue -new-
- Grace Me Should I Die, (Love Letters To ... -new-
- Strands Of Red That Are Braided Round, (... -new-
- Autumnal Equinox, Weymouth Bay -new-
- What I Must Find To Know -new-
- September's Mighty Winds
- All Things Unknown, (From: Love Letters)
- Regal Tigress Delighted Purr, (From: Lov...
- Death Of Love Reclines, (Love Letters To...
- Anoints My Love
- Perfidious Visions, (Love Letters To A L...
- Endless Blue! Endless Sea!
- Adagio, love poems
- I Will Become
- Unconditional Love
- Picking Daisies In The Sun, love poems
- Unsung Love, love poems
- Stealth of Your Kiss, love poems
- Odes, Kubla Khan
- Ode to Pirate Sun, Sea, Wind and Rain
- Odes, Tigris and Euphrates
- Invasion Of The Poet Snatchers
- Female Essence I Adore
- Adventures of Two Captains, Part 9
- Princess and the Commoner
Did you read them?
Demon Seas, Part 3
A towering wave of anguished breadth
our bow just barely breaks,
and flushes down my phlegm and spit
with a shell specked burning taste.
One of my better carpenters,
his toolbox breaking free,
grasping it falls in,
will forever build on the waves and the hills