Aphrodite’s Dilemma (The Isle of Lesbos)

I have yet to hear from her,
The mighty Aphrodite in the whirling skirt

On this soft mat all girls yearn,
For the bosoms’ warmth just nice beside them

Those succulent arms oh how I crave!
My fingers itch to run through those red locks once again

enters Aphrodite

She sickens my thoughts,
This woman of no bearing stalks me

Yet I am always drawn to her,
The attention she gives never apparent in a man

What must I do?

These emotions I’ve always wanted,
Comes in a different body that what I expected

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Invisible Beloved

Beloved,
I am so flawed,
I cannot get things right,
I beat myself up too much,

I want to be free of conforming,
I can only think of relinquishing this pain through you,
Hence I wish to seek your kingdom,
And bask peacefully in your haven,


I think of you when in times of need,
You move me to tears with your absence,

Beloved,
You are everything,
I fall in love merely thinking of you,
When the truth is, I’ve never even met you.

The Gnostic

mixed media, Gottfried Helnwein

The lovely child,
Nestled peacefully in her own arms,

Wide awake she thinks,

Who is this God my kind speaks of?
A brainwashed personace of patriachy?

An egotistical excuse for the sovereign self?
Or rather a front for the devil in you?

Stop
Enough

Cease you holy tools of war,
Blemished his name you have made,

No more!
End your suffocating dogma,

Twirl the dervish spins,
His skirt and breath a seductive welcome,

Voltaire's whispers playfully heard,
Finally this child understands,

For paradise has always been in her head

The Observing

painting by Gottfriend Helnwein

On the train,
On my way to work,
On the usual pace of life,

Watch,
I watch you deeply,
Where are you going?

Noticed,
You fidget,
Your small space invaded,

Smile,
Who is she? You ask,
Look away,

Door slides open,
You dissapear,
A lasting memory,

For the observing.