Poets

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 s..