99. Freedom

With my eyes to the ground I live life within bondage
seeing only the feet of the malietoa
Accidentally I look up at his face
and instantly taken to be whipped and be beaten

Deep in a dream and in my dna
I see a moment in time, some one thousand years
where Polynesia is centrally ruled
from Tongatapu or the Kingdom of Tonga

Descendants of tohunga from around the Pacific
are born into slavery to carry out rites
Inverted pyramids go deep underground
born on the backs of a lost tribe of Israel?

The gardens and wives of chiefs and of nobles
along with the women who bear chiefly slaves
are tilled very carefully by their very own servants
till new generations are born once again

And to this day have the bloodlines remained
albeit enforced with anguish and pain
where all of our gifts were nurtured as well
but born out of servitude or some sort of hell

*Malietoa (Tongan Chief)

83. Wotty-wot

Deep in a dream I look down at the ground
and see a small shadow on top of my back
Shy and afraid it moves further away
as I try to grab at it, and reach right behind me

Slowly and gently I beckon it round
and coax with a loving and caressing hand
where a little green creature with 6 bulbous eyes
scrambles around to the front of my body

It's tube like antennae wobble and flop
as the little young infant snuggles into my chest
and notice another young thing on my shoulder
whose body resembles a stick like insect

And from the ground I feel another one move
slowly and meekly curling around my left leg
where pitted, small eyes apon it's small head
look up at me shyly, fondly with love

Sensing their fear I look all about me
and see a young guy hunting them down
But it is ok I say to the children
as I call forth a protector whose also a mum

The beauty Medusa appears from the dark
baring a great regal head and locks of long snake
where the children I hold now cover their eyes
as I warn the young hunter he'd best do the same

The thing about fear, if its left to continue
will make you imagine and create bigger foes
But sometimes the simplist things we can do
is look at our fears through a differing lense?

58. From the mouth of babes

Through the eyes of a child
I wake in my childhood bed
to a room cloaked in darkness
except for the moonlight
streaming in through the windows

I step out into the night to a sky
filled with a hundred moons and
my mother hanging washing and
giving me a comforting smile

Another challenge now awaits me
but this time a test of childhood fears
but matched with strengths and memories
before adulthood and a maturing psyche

The moons explode and disappear and
where the darkness now creeps forward
and the cold of night begins to lick and bite
and wrap itself around my young body

Fixed to a spot I sense a being like no other
and with my mouth I hiss and regurgitate
vowels and consonants of an ancient language
understood more by snakes and by reptiles

I have come home, I now remember
childhood nightmares and talking in tongues
but where I was haunted, torn and afraid
I now stand in my power and talk to the dark...

40. The children of the gods

Laying his head down on my chest
with longing and intent deep in his eyes
He yearns once again for the touch of his mother
last felt eight times a thousand, years, ago

But his gaze doesn't fall upon my own face
nor is the longing or yearning for me
It's for his mother who lies by my side
whose spirit lies dormant as she sleeps, as she slumbers

My partner - a male
continues to sleep
as the children of Isis
draw close, draw near

Anubis the jackal still lies on my chest
but his hazel brown eyes are fixed on his mother
Sobek is here, a shy timid croc
and so too is Apis, the bull in the corner

For the time being, until she awakes
I will give comfort, I will give love
I scratch under chins, I rub under bellies
and blow warm sweet kisses into hair and to bristles

If she is Isis who lay with Osiris
then I'll be her sister and aunty to these
I will take care of the children for now
Until their own mother can love them once more