Captain Cur
Captain of the Malevolent.
Profession, Pirate.

I took an oath that binds me to the sea;
I left behind all claims, all history,
bundled with my fears I carry them no more
from not the throat but from the plexus roar.
The storm has raged and now a pensive lull;
I string my flag, the crossbones and the skull,
the sun has set the world a golden hue
a spell is cast across the rising moon,
in her glow I rest in magic sleep,
the skies are charged, the world is in retreat.
I dream and wander deep within her source
to forbidden shores, onward is my course.

On Poetry,
Her passion's voice more meltingly composed
than liquid fire, soft words boiling over
too hot for flesh to bear; mesmerizing,
coming near, dancing slowly on her smile,
waltzing flames touching lips, sweat, desire;
in this age, in this time, I am to live
through the blaze, heart in hand, my love to give.

To the sea,
Guardian of my heart! I trust in thee,
enrich my soul and quell my boastful pride;
vastness surrounds me, beauty pure and wide
let these calm waters fill the days that be.
My Lord! My Protector! O! Faithful Sea!
One last journey, may faith become my guide;
my sails are drawn by cold relentless time
this path thou gives, this path thou giveth free
to teach man till a greater good is won.
May I not repent useless in my grave
or count my deeds when all amount to none
though flesh is weak I know the spirit brave;
admire not power or the lowest shun;
love gives me strength the weakest then to save!
In these bold waters I raise my arm to thee,
My Lord! My Protector! O! Faithful Sea!

On love,
Blossoming, a bed of roses dare I
pick just one, and encumber it in words
to compare its charm to her wakening eyes;
from my hand to hers
and leave its beauty in her charge.

On death,
I laid him down without wreath or flowers
And gave his body as the currents stream;
I said the words to our God the Father
Reuniting his spirit with the sea.
I cried out as if in some horrid dream
For with all my powers so still he laid,
shook him gentle as a child to waken,
but no breath he breathed! No! No breath he breathed!

By twilight in its transient haste, taken;
To the deepness of the darkening shade,
To the blackness of the voracious night,
Pallbearers guided by an unlit sun
Bringing him down to a cavernous grave
Where years are counted in chime less hours
And the grains of sand in the glass are stalled,
Where greenness of the earth is planted under
In depths to deep to feel the giving rain
Just rumblings of the lightless thunder.

Welcome to the Captain's page!

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!
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