THE NAMELESS GALLEON
Surrounded by water I lie motionless but despite the clear sky I can see no land
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I would like to tell about a thing of most inexplorable source
That jumps a sudden unproclaimed and simply takes its course
All striving and endeavours set forth by flesh and mind
it swipes aside and gently stifled set asleep made quiet suddenly becomes our madly stoic pride
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My path has been burried by the thick and plowy snow
Did he trick me down this trail or I myself i do not know
Now I stroll along the rill while on my head the rain is drumming
Frightened slowly loosing ease I keep on marching quietly humming
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Dive into Plato's mountainous rills
Plunge your eyes in wisdoms wrath
Enjoy this misty-minded bath
That natures oath in birth enfills
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A heart as pure as the morning snow
A mind like a rill unmudded
an insightful midnight candles glow
a gracefilled bowing pine that ceased to grow
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I was out on the streets, riding the wave
Of the squandering blundering weekendly crave
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Watch the waltz of the harlequin how effortless disjointed spin all of a sudden is mitigated by a sly grinning obliterated
notice that the lazy mazed spinning all of its vogue allure was only rogue beginning choir singing before an overture
obscure are painted the crimson crescents of his brows under which with open purpure-textured eyes he bows and to prancing now does start
One foot dancing apart the other silversatin-clad, boots with subtle petite pounding now the pace ahead
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The Nameless Galleon
THE NAMELESS GALLEON
Surrounded by water I lie motionless but despite the clear sky I can see no land
Crafted by a zealous hand my deck of ebony was polished meticulously, my neck
proudly holds a golden head, which was fed by many a jealous gaze throughout
times too long to measure
The treasure seen to be the best my mast has since erected firmly withheld many
a tempest or thunder or hail just like my finely woven sail on which even
cannonballs repelled
And yet they say the one thing that has most excelled is the framing of my arch
comprised by a belt of rarest ore which is so light but yet so firm that even in the
wildest storm it remains stern my intricate core so that as swift as I have come I
can glide back to the shore back home
Both treasure ship and cruiser in one I stand unmatched alone under the
sun sublime and proud as galleon.
But what is that? Around me feeble cutters sail their wood barely held by a rusty
nail and though they should in front of my greatness tumble due to the mere
glare of my golden head in fear crumble and be dead, they do not seem to bow
before the power of my prow. They do not seem to sense me.
Hence they shall feel me! Such peasantry and ignorance cannot go so freely with
pleasantry their insolence with one big rush my prow shall crush!
But what is that? An iron leash a chain holds me back restricts me from all
motion? It cannot be I the regent between water and sky trapped in an endless
ocean?
But alas at second glance the reason for my weakened stance the chain turns
into flesh impossible another leash attacks before a third my stern retracts
And eight gigantic tentacles enfold and with an unnatural hold under the fleshly
chains an ancestral voice cries out: 'What is your name? '
'What is my name? If I knew I would tell you so but I don't know never once my
name was spoken since I was to life awoken they only said to me you will
be the greatest vessel to ever travel the sea'
'And true words uttered for you are the greatest ship known to man but do you
have a name? Tell me about your motherland the builder of your frame!
Where lies the purpose of your quest if such a thing you do possess? What is
your philosophy for which your life you do contest? How many dreams have you
seen thrive and prosper and how many decay?
'I cannot say'
'You cannot because where a heart a spirit a soul should be within you aches a
void and from your journeys´ start you've frenziedly destroyed every innocent
fool that strewed your path for in the insanity of your vanity you to rot as
seaweed them decreed
But those petty simple souls conjoined their scattered loathful calls in their
sanguine descent into the abyss into a woeful death lament
Which possessed a vengeful energy powerful enough to adjourn my heaven-told
sleep so you yourself may discern real iniquity.
If you were simply to proceed
to torture with your boorish grip
my flawlessly emblazoned ship
Iniquity t'would be indeed
For you vile henchman of some lesser deity
dare to judge and to condemn
that I don't recall from where my spirits stem
And claim in your clumsy mockery
of my ineffable quest
that through lacking creed and shackling greed
and dull detest
my crusade deranged to insanity progressed
but what to fathom you have failed
is that I stand unveiled not in weakness
but by my own request and thereby undeniably
prevailed for I sailed where recollection and vision
merge
In doubt-obliterating force to revolve around this course and absolve the sprout of
any fear-omitting source and it to purge
The surges of souls with urges bold my oceanic garden to beswindle
I scald and dismember and reduce into ember and without pardon I them ever
and anon kindle
And so your master in his cloud divine
Pitifully envious has become
of this untouchable path of mine
Detached from memory or space or time
In which I am both the factor and the sum
Not glistening with gold but simply blinding is your head
I glance at your restless frenzy its delusion knows no border
Was I to avenge the sunken smitten souls and swiftly smite you dead
To mark your end, erase your forbidden journeys erring dread
Must I now set back and disobey my order
For your soul is madly locked so deep inside its own wicked maze
That judge and justice it just so cannot reach
It would just die no time for it confession to beseech
Would quietly cease instead of being cleansed by the pristine sunlight blaze
For treason to celestial realm does not deserve swift death
Are you not in ceremony to be slain
May you in your Labyrinth remain
And succumb to the Poison of your own fulsome breath
Give way you streams adherent to nature's sprightly spell
Spit out her ordinance and her magnetic trance
Open up the path to the bottom of our worldly well
rebel and may your aquatic masses her momentarily quell
Weave into each other in a perpendicular dance
Form a stream and an invite to the ancient place
Juxtaposed deep in between the opposite poles
May the third pole swallow up our souls
So that this eerie galleon at last may justice face
The sea uncracks with yawning whirls
A gap, a hole, a space not wide
The water round us groans and curls
A current near us suddenly hurls
The fiend and me into the chasm´s inside
I am falling failing my fate to fully apprehend
a thousand miles pass my head within a blink of eye
water masses flailing pushing out of me a bloated fainted cry
cause me fiercely further fainter to descend
Hoards on which I once floated so exalted
The surface lost the sun long out of sight
These masses weigh me down I sink unhalted
Around me pure darkness and not a single light
The Sands of the ground long left behind
That were as bottom of the abyss once defined
at once desists our rapid flow
the sable mists are slackened by a purpure glow
Which appears to be fending what's mortal off enchanted gates
On which a veneer is extending its patterns to a portal long ago planted with
marble-slates
And shadows creep on these marble floors
Upon this god-neglected grot
The fiend sweeps open sacred doors
Unleashing dry archaic force
Bursting open a pandoric plot
Unraveled is a channel connecting sea to demonic realms
Where spectres creep and demons smirk and sinners
weep and phantoms lurk
Grueling have become my qualms
we now through them fly in the arid rush
As my consciousness it away does flush the guilt my mind
all-overwhelms.