You are my lover
My only lover
Whom the world
Shows its colour
And when you need
A tasty other
I am yours to smother

You are my well-girthed king
My only king
Hotter than a thermal spring
Pull on my apron string
Undress me
And impress me
****** me with your violin

Play me like a pan flute
My lover, my brute
Stroke my ego
My resolve is dilute
And you, my broken parachute
Will be my demise

I awoke to find myself adrift but afloat
all alone at sea in a small sailing boat.
On an endless expanse of crystal green ocean
in all directions there was hardly any motion.

The sky above was very clear and limitless I deemed
and tended to meet the sea on the horizon it seemed.
The sun was setting in that area and the moon was rising in another re-birthed
so I got some sense of direction but still couldn't see any land the sea girthed.

How I wished then to have some wings to fly
like a bird through the air across all of the sky.
There would however be the question of ‘which way to go?’
because from where I had come from didn't seem to know.

I was alone in this stillness and the silence was almost complete
except for a constant throb heard which was my own heartbeat.
And so looking downwards on the water's surface saw my own face's reflection
and that of the sky above with stars shinning through upon a closer inspection.

There was also a slight ripple against the boat's hull
but apart from that everywhere else about was a lull.
Without even any hint of a little whispering breeze on the sail
it all appeared to be calm and peaceful around here to prevail.

On an endless ocean and also under a limitless sky
I found myself to be adrift there not knowing why.
With no idea of where I had come from or in which direction to go
there also wasn't anything else around with an indication to show.

After a while I noticed the boat’s rudder wasn’t fixed to steer it in any direction
and I realised then it was left up to me to make that particular personal selection.
A decision had to be made on which way to go and to help nature get me there
so I opted for the point where the sun set on the horizon and sea met sky there.

It seemed like I only had myself to depend on but what could this mean?
the answer to be found was probably related in some way to that scene.
As there was no one else close by to ask but my very soul
I somehow perceived that perhaps this was its peculiar role.

Just as there is light in either of the night or day skies from above
there's also a light of our soul hidden within the darkness thereof.
It is said that the outer world is that of the macrocosm
and our inner world being then that of the microcosm.

The drop is in the ocean and the essence of the ocean is in the drop
its separation is an illusion which our mind to see has a little to stop.
The wave then is part of the ocean and the ocean contains the wave
if existence is infinite there's life before and also again after the grave.

What many people tend to have faith in, although not appearing obvious or to exist,
giving no tangible proof to our senses, may yet through all existence actually persist.
And if It is All-pervading and All-knowing then It must be aware of every little thing
even though they be endless or limitless That being All-powerful sustains everything.

With the ebb and flow of the ocean's current then at eventide
I also had That to depend on to see where it took me for a ride.
Although I was left there at the mercy of a very gentle ocean swell
maybe Providence would take me back home again - who can tell?

Perched high upon burl wood roost
dangling feet swing upon
          mossy girthed heritage
                                       maple tree
Her majestic gnarled scaffold
flinches not from my nebulous gravity,
nor the weight of her unraveling
                                       golden autumn gown

Her lamentable achings  
felt in the voice
of the ripening chill
             within the campfire
                                        scented breeze
For I have climbed so blindly high,
the clinging brilliant yellow leaves
metamorphosing like these fragile paper wings,  
opening palms born to soar wild as the wind,
                                         to just let go and fly free

Waiting here patiently,
wistfully as destiny,
for the final edifying moment
                                          of fate’s unshacklement - - -;

the surrendering to,
      the moment of love set free,
               stolen by the wanton
                                         gypsy breeze


                                                        ­               *wild is the wind

Like as heaven's golden eye
In all her timeless grandeur
Doth emanate to paint the sky
In polychromatic hues all o'er
At the break of dawn, so raced I
 Briskly through woods of failure,
     Yonder the mighty hill of success
      That shimmered in the distance.

The closer I drew, the further the hill,
But despite the task seemed sisyphean,
Winds of hope came driving me still
Right through thorny thickets of men
That unto me said I'll never get uphill,
But though girthed with such ill omen,
     I bore it in mind, at the end of day,
     Even the sun fades into heaven's bay.

They tried to pull me down,
But, "giving up" ain't my name;
When at last I wore a golden crown,
They tumbled into a sea of shame
And there deep they didst drown
Till so soddened every part of them:
     "For now every body knows my story,
     I rest not till I behold clouds of glory."


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California, 8/4th/2019.

           #Words Of Wisdom

I'm a molten mess
Of emotion
Flowing in
My core.
I'm girthed
With waves
Of passion
That heat up
When you're near.
My skin quakes
With your breath,
I'll orbit til
We finally touch,
Erupting
In cold sweat.

The last time I beheld her comely eyes
That are as halcyon as a millpond,
Thrice brighter than colliding galaxies
That proudly waltz upon heaven's compound,
Girthed I by a bizarre brume of dismay.
The same that once saw me as a lover,
Scowled as of a knight at his enemy,
Clouded with despair as wilted Stover,
Thus as tumbles a withered leaf to ground,
So dropped I unto my quivering knees,
Whispered a serenade in a soft sound
Fairer than of a zephyr to wild trees,

But she dimmed her novelty shine away,
Never to beam upon me since yon day.


**Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. 7th.Nov.2017. Jumeirah, Dubai.

there's one long gun
girthed in boney stable palm
and finger flicking death rattled
sweetly copper children
a patient rind of health,                                    for thou and whence
                                                                             it girdles profusely
                                                                              a blatant death
                                                                             of vibrant pulsing colour