I while ago, I had to do a little bit of rearranging in my place. As fate would have it, I ended up finding some really old notes inside one of the dressers, particularly a notebook that I had not seen in a number of years. Now, I am not a big fan of poetry but it seems like I used to since somehow I managed to scrape forty odd poems out of my head. So I though it interesting if I shared a few of them with you.

                     Sirens

There is nothing to hide within
Our eyes. For they are as a looking glass
Alluring. A reverie, far away from sin
But gaze too near and you will miss our tide

Otherwise, a ramping tempest or a venturesome kiss of delirious spring
In your new course you’ll come to utterly comprehend.
Voyager, draw closer to our den. Bless from our humility standing tall.
Let us your shell mend and amend

For in our isle, we’ll boast a drink in your heart
Urging in canorous song, to find in thy sextant what it is that you thirst for
And for winds and waves to come in wreath and succor
Thus, benefiting thy endeavour… to this we promise our Lord.

Our choir’s serenade travels the sequestered realms
In your mind…Tie not your thoughts to a sinking ship
Flee! Escape from your wooden maelstrom of subsistence
Release thyself on the tantalizing bloom of the daughters of Hecate

It is thy will to allow our liaison to flourish. To embrace and opiate in our shapes and gifts
Breathe in our skin, with levity spoken for by Gods
For it is bestowed upon us the pietant recourse to sift, through the brave and the lost
Navigate thy swelling head and heel to the red coral of providence

Let us be your compass of your recourse
As your blood and flesh inveigle us
Do not protest! Do not deny! Do not let your ears be dour!
Unite in our Arcady of souls

Plunge your quest underneath ours cotton crests
Your vessel will share its wealth, as you will share ours
Our deep treasure, hidden from all others in the blanket of the sea
Follow, Voyager, follow the tail of our song

Like a summer’s sunset, your odium will not linger or be long,
Near the rocks you shall peacefully rest, from your weary journey
Follow, you who are so fond, fall for the calling of our tongue
Voyager, voyagers follow the tails of our song