Helens of Troy or wherever

Yes she was
Exactly that
To me

Of Sparta
Of Troy
Who or what stole her
I cannot tell

The face
That launched a thousand ships
But it was more than the face
It was what was behind the eyes

Like Cleopatra
Delilah, Eve, Helen and the queen of Sheba before her
That rare race of woman
Beautiful but not because of it

They controlled
And history

Is it a wonder
When you look at the men and nations
Through whom
They wielded their power

Humanity mourns
Israel suffered her onslaught
Solomon lavished gifts upon her
Troy stood up for her

The great Caesar was not immune
Who am I to think myself so
As time and again
In different incarnations she reigns

It was magical
As she was
Menalaus and Caesar are my witnesses
But she inevitably fluttered away

Queen bee to the next
Flower of the moment
I was one such
If for a moment

More than beautiful
And less than beautiful
It was not beauty but that inexplicable trait

That leaves a train
Of dead men in her wake
I am one such
And remember too clearly the day of it

It was the last I saw of her
Standing under a tree
An umbrella over her head
Wearing a brown coat

My muse
My destruction
My dream
Gone forever.

Archives: Fleeting

As quickly as it came
It goes
The joy it brought
So quickly taken away

A feast invited to
Just as soon as I consent
Dashing my hopes

So I mourn the illusion
It was fun while it lasted
But suddenly
Reality sets in

The instability of life is my lesson
All is fleeting
What is will not always be
Everything vanishes eventually.

Of the gods we will yet destroy

You may
But if you do

It would
Not be me
What you would get
Would be an altered person

The classic case
If you get what you want
Would you want
What you get

The complications
When one heart meets another
On this journey
We call life

It has happened before
Perhaps more than once
What can I say
It usually does not end well

You know what they say
About the grass being greener
It’s just till you get there
And then you think you had it better before

Or you suddenly start to see
Faults where at first you saw none
And find out that truth
That the gods are men

Men just like you
Of flesh and of blood
Nothing more
Sometimes less

Less than we were led to believe
Sometimes led by our own desire
To see more in others
Than we dare to see in ourselves

We like to worship without cause
Men unworthy
Sometimes we inflict them
With our worship

Till we discover
That they are men
And then we destroy them
For curing us of our self-deception

We hate them
With as much energy
As we loved them
We say they failed us

The lies we tell ourselves
The why I cannot tell
I can only
Hazard a feeble guess

We want to touch Olympus
And so we create our own gods
To give us that touch with deity
However self-inflicted

We return to the matter at hand
Of hearts
And the worship
Of the gods we will yet destroy.

A riddle

I’m not tall
Or handsome

What I am
I cannot

I’m not
What every mother
Would wish for her little girl

Perhaps hearts flutter
When I choose to be
The life of the party

Do not
Be deceived
It’s an act I’ve mastered well

The several skins
I’ve grown accustomed to wearing
Sometimes I forget which is real

It’s difficult
To ask you to love me

When sometimes I forget
Just who I am

Perhaps you like riddles
Then I am one
You can try to answer.

The little things

What we remember
After all is said and done
After the party has ended
And no one is left

After time passes
And memories fade slowly into the past
After friends have ceased being friendly
And strangers have become our new friends

My heart has loved
And been broken
And repeated that journey a few times more

The beards of my soul
Have turned grey with age
And I walk not as briskly as I was known to

After recognisable days
Have long passed by
And every day
Seems more uncertain than the last

I lost hope
In humanity
And became content to just exist

What is remembered are
The little things
We took for granted
While they were in motion

The walks and the laughter
The poetry and the innocents
Of young hearts beating
As though for the first time

It’s the little things
We miss and remember
The seeming eternal embraces
The promises

The promises that were never kept
But made
To an eager audience of one
Holding on to every word like one’s final breath

The little things
That remind us
That we are yet human
When the cold tells us otherwise

The breath caressing your ears
As the words
Whispered softly
Soothe your pained heart

Those little things that have fled us
That we crave as we twist and turn
On the same lonely pallet
Night after night

Those little things that would have reminded us
Of our continued humanity
Have walked away without a glance backwards

The seduction

By a dream
A promise
That may not be kept

Because we want to believe
To believe that somebody somewhere
Cherishes thoughts of us

By a promise
Of hearts playing the same tune
Dancing to the same song

Desiring to end
The season of loneliness
In the embrace of another heart

The promises
Sounding too good to be true

In a cold dark world
By the ones that would lead by the hand
Till our hands are cuffed

That we would become
Slaves to the passions
The seducers seeded and nurtured

By words
Painting pictures in our mind
Visions to aspire to

Promises dripping with honey
To a starved orphan
Such as I am

Brought to a land
I never knew
A people not my own

By a myriad of voices
Promising forbidden pleasures
Unspeakable things

When we are vulnerable
When our will is weakened
By the travails that befall our kind

Day and night
With words and with pictures
That lead one way only

Till we find ourselves as morsels
Consumed by our captors
The spinners of forbidden tales

Because I can be
Like many others
Before me

Because like you
I want
To love and be loved

Beautiful hopes extend their call to me
Long denied pleasures are offered me

Because I am human
If only for a little while

When I tire
From wrestling the seductions
That have followed from my birth

As I cry for help
Weak and confused
Battered and bruised

For they can
And so they do
For I live so close to their country

I remain
Yet unyielding
Even in the middle of the chaos.