Rape of Phoebe
RAPE of the beauty who encounters the merciless hunter
Cling not to the part,
That is my counterpart,
Let him crumble into the dust,
Broken, shattered and insecure.
Let him remain foredoomed in the misery alone,
Let him see through the blindness the darkness of the eternal void afar,
Where he has once sought to catch the clangs of the music of the stars,
Let fear ruffle his heart through the eyes blind and dark,
While like a nymph made of flesh and blood you will unrobe in my arms casting away the beauty's veil,
Let him dream of swans, Muses and goddesses in the blindness' hell.
When in your flesh I shall enjoy the loveliest maid man has seen ever,
Let his heart quiver,
Let the nymphs of the forest dance in his blind eyes in a dream of paradise,
While in his body pain and agony will shiver,
Let the coagulating blood spread the beams of light that he has seen in the twinkling light's dew strewn lake and river.
He is a romantic day-dreamer,
In paintings and sculptured imageries,
He wishes to leave the real world behind, where the nature, through the senses, things' beauty unfold,
In shades and lights he seeks a life where dreams the world enfold.
In the forest where the sunbeams rush,
The streams gush in rainbows opening colourful senses' flush ,
Leaving the real world felt, seen , and touched
He dreams of another world in an emptiness, that expands and becomes greater in the heart.
Beauty! leave this man behind,
Come away from the gloom of the mind,
He is doomed to dream forever:
Let him reflect about the meaning of the life :Who? Whatfor? Why ?
He will not find any answer whatsoever.
In the world there exists no God, Demon, or ghosts,
They exist only as the dreaming mind's phantoms and the real world's jokes.
Everything in this world are governed by chances , that are mutable by natural force,
A man possessing strength of mind does not presume any other force but the forces that determine nature's course.
Here only force against force makes things stand,
When strength against strength matches the human plan,
It is even possible to build a pyramid on sand.
Here life is only a collection of tangled impulses brought forth by random chance,
And freedom is nothing but senses' wanton dance.
Here victor's will guides the moral force,
And the feeble mind's dreaming love ends in a darkened hole.
Behold beauty! In my blue eyes' watchful glance
See the noble feature born to dominate the earth like the power of the golden sun,
Like a hero from the antiquity see in my arms the glamour of power who is destined to triumph.
I am a horseman in whose body a valiant soul is enclosed,
I only wish I was with an immortal life endowed!
When I see a woman of your beauty,
Like Castor seeking Phoebe as his consort,
On my milky white steed
I gallop in speed to seek passion's warm comfort,
In furious riding,
I come out of my hiding,
Quickly dismounting ,
In swift striding,
I appear from the dark forest as one of the twin brothers: Pollux and Castor.
When like Diana's priestess any beauty tries to tear her away from my arms in scorn and hate,
Like one of the twin stars of Gemini in the sky I watch in the moonlight of the heart Hilaeira and Phoebe's rape:
Like Castor spreading his arms around Phoebe's shinning ivory neck and the voluptuous legs and lifting her on the back of the white horse standing in a prancing state,
While I bestride on the white horse Pollux , the bright star in Gemini, watches in the whiteness of Heileira's breast the passion of flesh.
Like the breasts, buttocks, bellies and arms inside the silken satin and the lustrous clothes,
Where the denuded bodies sparkle revealing the sparks of beauties like Hilaeira and Phoebe,
While the moonlight of passion gleams and senses stun,
As burning power of the corporal sun,
I carry off beautiful maidens without caring whether they are priestesses, or witches, or nuns.
As the sun with the moon,
Silver with gold,
The woman shaped in fleshy soft white mould,
Features true beauty only when it is wrapped in human passion's dazzling fold.
Dressed in rings, pearls, bracelets and strings,
Woman's beauty brings life's naked impulses that are real - not any dream.
Like the scene when Phoebe Pollux's power declines,
And in an attempt to free herself from his arms on the earth reclines,
Like the moon with shaft of light probing the depth of the night,
In the half-naked loin creating in flesh tremulous delight,
My eyes probe the passion of the earthly life in the depth of the sight.
The abduction and ravishment
Do not try to leave my grip,
It can even a lion tame,
Be wise,
Do not fight,
Submit to the passion's flame.
Do not try to hurt,
Learn to love passion that you carry in your heart,
Act no ill,
Let life its pleasure fulfil.
Do not fear,
Let my arms in your body my desires bear.
Do not get dismayed,
Try to overcome the tide of hate.
Free yourself from the narrow view of things,
Stop the tumults of your helpless swings,
Calm your nymphalid wings and bathe as a dove in the passion's spring.
Oh beauty whom all victors claim!
Do not fill your heart with shame,
Do not remove the passionate hands with disdain,
A sweet sleep in the arms, that have won world's wealth, gold and fame, will relieve you from pain.
As my arms twist around your body moist and wet,
A beastly power rises in my muscles releasing warmth and sweat.
Beauty! remember my spirit is free from moral laws,
Like a leopard once I release the power of my body no deer can escape my claws.
If you wish to escape a harsher predicament,
Ease your resistance.
Remember in front of might there will hold no moral clause,
Even the nymphs will be forced to break Diana's laws.
I am resolved to win you by power and force,
Nothing will be able to change this course.
Though you wear in your breast a sparkling divine sign,
In Satan's garden there is no other way,
But to Satan you must resign.
Agamemnon's Journey
AGAMEMNON'S JOURNEY