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đHaiku 26 – Tensa Zangetsu
A bit of introspection on the train home…
My character & the coin
I had a relationship with patience.
She would calm me with a pause before my lips.
When hunger emptied my core, sheâd fill it with a soft aroma.
Any doubts that lay with me, she could cast away with one question.
But i never loved her.
My head was turned – i saw a beauty that promised to fulfil my every desire.
We would sweat our bodies sore caressing spherical wants. She made me a better player than i was.
Wrapped up warm in front of a fire we poured every fantasy into pages that turned over quietly – perpetually, like her, like me. She made me a better writer than i was.
She was the opposite of patience, a constant need for the now. However, i couldnât have known one without the other.
My greatest weakness, becomes my greatest strength – two sides, same character, same coin.
By Alpha Cauwenbergh
Haiku No. 19 – How much time do you spend searching for intangible truths?
đHaiku 19 – The Intangible
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How much time do we spend searching for the intangible truths? What is it that will actually bring you peace?
Depression & Choice
đHaiku 18 – Despair, Choice.
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The complicated way free will is threaded between hope, depression, life and death.
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Do we really choose anything?
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The snow in hindsight
Whitefall
Snow, the cold in a kiss.
Snow, frost bitten landscapes wallow.
Snow, the tears in the ice.
Snow, oceans frozen in sorrow.
Snow, a graveyard playground.
By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh
The Futility of Beauty
đHaiku No.10 – The Futility Of Beauty
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This is another of those poetic pieces, with multiple meanings/metaphors/analogies. What does this poem say to you? Let me know, discussions are fun! đ€
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Deep With You-Part two: Green Eyes
Click For Part One – incase you haven’t read it!
The session continuesâŠ
Our two lovers, still within the throes of passion, continued burning through the lust that evaporated off them. The steam their beating bodies produced, condensed onto the wood and glossed paperback surfaces Anissaâs slender stomach was pressed on. Drayke was in control now; her face turned to the side in a futile attempt to watch him as he worked, her back gently arched – lumbar muscles contracting with beautiful tone. Her ass elevated up slightly off the desk, which, despite its fullness, was being completely suppressed by his powerful hands – no movement allowed if not by his design. So rare was it for her to submit to him, he took special pleasure from such primal positioning.
âAre you ready?â He questioned, as though not already making the warm opening between her squirming legs pulse with each stroke. The way he expanded her soft entrance with slow pelvic movements, made her crazy with heat – she moaned, wanting. Knowing what was to come, she responds with a look of cautious appetite.
âYesâŠâ Drayke filled his palms with the flesh of her posterior, gripping her hard enough to hurt; the deep relentless pounding of her wet intimacy began simultaneously. The sensations he could feel around and along the length of it, where driving him to addiction and he mercilessly drove every inch of himself into her repeatedly. His stamina almost endless, Anissa wasnât sure how much more she could withstand. However, she loved the duality of internal ache and climax perpetuating pleasure. The tingling sensations were like wild static charges frivolously erupting from the brief spaces between them. âDonât stop! Deeper! Harder!â She screamed in complete defiance of the authoritative force behind each of his thrusts. Drayke knew from how rash her breathing had become, and the way she was struggling to keep herself on her toes, that she was close to another orgasm. Although, his pride did take exception to the ability she had – unlike all others, to tolerate his full length, breadth, and sexual aggression, his need to please her thoroughly came before his own ego. And knowing every erogenous crevasse on her body, he slowed down his tempo, and switched tactics.
Releasing her blood warm left cheek from the archaic grip of one hand, while keeping one enslaved in the other, his change in pace had brought her back from the edge. Now she was staring over the cliff face, starving for the explosion of gratification that the climactic fall would bring. Nevertheless, Drayke held her back from it; her private parts were weeping and trembling – imploring him with every deliberate entry. Left hand, channeling desire into his mind by manipulating itâs voluptuous captive into revealing moreâŠHis other hand scheming to gratify her naughtiest pleasures, found itâs thumb roaming – she knew itâs destination. Thus presenting it to him obediently and unashamed, waiting impatiently, coveting the multiple sensations. He proceeded to satiate every need welling up inside her as vigorously and completely as she could handle, causing her fatigued spirit to helplessly scream in ecstasy. Finally, he let her fall – her body crashing into the aftermath of desires. Seeking his own completion, he unloaded his lust; their primeval tones synced and echoed erotically through the aisles of this large room of learning. Their breathing gently returned to normal as he kept himself inside until she went still.
Just outsideâŠ
âFor God sake theyâre at it againâŠâ One of the men from the General Support Staff says to his female colleague – who canât help but laugh childishly as they walk past the Star Chart Observatory entrance, on their way to the Chamber of Rest and Recreation. In another room two tiers up, a far more important conversation was taking place. Dr. Jasmine Samoy was having a holographic video communication with one of a party of three corporate grade individuals, whoâd invested heavily into the voyage to Slaverâs Moon. Her office was sparse, clean, and clutter free, just like the plain unbranded attire she wore on her lightly tanned skin. Most paper materials had ceased production after the global blight of 2050 ravished Earth I plant life. Any wood based products found in the solar system now came from Earth II and only to those with very deep pockets. Surrounded by bespoke, pale yellow coloured walls, she sat, legs crossed, on her slender aluminium stool as the conversation unfolded.
âDoctor, have you been able to verify the origins of the sample we sent you?â the voice says impatiently through the static interference.
âSorry, I couldnât hear you before, we must be travelling close to a solar storm. Yes I have Sir, but the results are unexpected. I would like a few more days to retest the sample against the âNouveuxâ elements.â
âImpossible Doctor, my associates and I have to report your findings back to the president of Black Tech industries tomorrow morning in person.â
âI understand that Sir, but I am putting my career at risk just by possessing this sample. If the Captain knew I had it on board, let alone the real reason we were going to Omega Seven, heâd probably stick me in a cell.â Dr. Samoyâs tone was elevated and laced with genuine fear of the multitude of potential consequences that lay ahead.
âDidnât you say that youâd be able to handle him?â Dr. Samoy paused⊠âListen, itâs too late for cold feet, our time is fast approaching, and we all have to be ready for what Black Tech are going to do with Slaverâs Moon.â Dr. Samoy knew this to be true, and narrowed her focus away from the doubts and towards what was necessary.
âI understand Sir, it will be taken care of.â
âGood, Iâll let you get back to work, send me a holocom transmission of your final report on the organism within the hour.â Before he could click, the holocom closed, Dr. Samoy quickly speaks,
âFather, one more thing – do you have any objections with me removing Princess Anissa from the situation?â Her father, Vincent Samoy – galactic entrepreneur and former Earth II government official, responds cautiouslyâŠ
âIf it doesnât affect the mission, deal with her anyway you see fit.â
Captain Drayke D. Hamiltonâs vessel, The Trafalgar 7 – built from the finest interplanetary alloys, glided through the darkness of space, navigating fringe science like it were the bedrock of itâs existence – neared itâs destination. Unbeknown to both, there was a deep sickness growing within its vast interiors. A mutinous affliction eating away at all facets of engineering aboard the ship, and at its centre, a once mild-mannered woman stood, the conductress in front of her ensemble of dissenting voices and disgruntled characters. From here â Chamber 207e, she garnered the infection.
âYouâve all seen the way she favours him! We all know what they get up to in the Captainâs private quarters!â
The gathered white coats and hard hats roar in agreement.
âNot even the decency to keep their relationship professional in front of the crew, kissing on the bridge like theyâre the main characters of some tacky sci-fi erotica! But I ask you? When was the last time any of you kissed your loved ones?! Didnât the Princess say that this would be a simple six-month diplomatic voyage? But now, Iâve been told by the only person who deserves your respect and loyalty – that when weâre on Slaverâs Moon, the Captain will impose a complete blackout on holocom transmissions! And whose idea is that?? His royal concubineâs!â
Groans of derision saturate the air.
âShe is on this ship to look out for our best interest! The interests of her hand-picked, non-military crew. But noâŠsheâs up there, servicing the Captain with the same mouth she needs to be sanctioning the dim-witted mercenaries when they abuse you, Tom, for having a stutter, or sexually assault you, Jane! In this room, we have some of the highest intellects on Earth II, yet weâre treated like 19th century mineworkers! WITHOUT US! THE SHIP GOES NOWHERE!â She screamed, the womanâs face red with the design of anger as her once blonde hair thrashed wildly around, itâs new dark sullen tones of brunette and purple danced in the indistinct fluorescent lights as she gesticulated frantically.
The horde of once civilized workers fed off her vehement protestations, yelling back angrily in affirmation of her message. If the sound could escape these walls, then civil war they would have signalled.
With her concert of manipulation completed, the conductress left the engineering tiers to return to her room. At the same time, far away in their own private circle of reflection and deduction, Drayke and Anissa discuss the mission and the progress of their journey towards it.
âHow much longer until we arrive?â She says, as her mind wanders back and forth from focus â still having flashbacks to their session in the Observatory.
âThe Solar storm is a bit of a nuisance, but Trafalgar can handle it. Weâll increase our velocity once weâre passed this system of planets.â
âHow long Dray?â
âTen daysâ he answers avoiding eye contact. Anissa was the only woman able to bring out such boyish guilt from the Captain.
âYou said it would only be a couple more days, and thatâs what I told my crew.â
âYour crew? I thought I was the Captainâ
âMaybe when Iâm not wearing underwearâ
âFunny – but Iâve told you to stop thinking of the crew as your personal responsibility, you treat them like theyâre your own kids.â
âI canât help itâŠanyway, I donât want to have this argument with you again. Just give me some good news I can tell the ship.â As concerned as he was about this maternal sense of hers, it was also one of her more enchantingly softening traits. It made him want to say the three words to her heâd caged inside his chest.
âTell them that theyâll get an extra 100MGs for each extra day that weâre overdue.â
âCan you afford to do that?â
âNo, but our investors canâ
âI donât think theyâll be happy with the cost of this voyage increasing again before weâve even arrivedâ
âTheyâll be happy with what I tell them to be happy with.â He responds, a layer of disdain palpable in his words, as if recalling an unpleasant history with one or more of them.
âAnd you?â Drayke swiftly changes the subject.
âHave you thought about what youâre going to say once we arrive? The people of Omega are not known for their empathy…â
âIâve been thinking about it more and more the closer we get, but itâs nothing Iâm not used to â hostile negotiations are my specialty,â she says with an assurance born from the many power-obsessed dictators sheâs verbally wrestled away from office and country. However, the situation they were moving towards was mutating rapidly into one unrecognisable from the mission brief theyâd received upon departure.
âI know they are,â he replies with a flirtatious smile. âBut, when dealing with the Omegians, I find preparing for the worst becomes prerequisite.â
âYes I can tell from the charming group of mercenaries youâve brought along.â
Drayke and Anissa continued their discussion for a further hour, sitting close and taking in enough pheromones to propagate attention-stealing affections. Despite this, their un-clarified relationship status took a back seat to the importance and responsibility of the task.
Far beneath them, the wheels of fate turned continuously, and one of its cogs was circling at the same pace our conductress was walking, heading patiently towards her residence. Once there she noticed the sliding door was already unlocked. Unfazed, she slid it across and walked in. Inside, the room was set to a brighter lighting arrangement than sheâd left it. Knowing what this meant she speaks out into the room.
âAlready making yourself at home I seeâ In response, a women steps out from the bathroom, jet black hair, long and heavy with moisture. Her face was smiling in expectancy, the rest of her body taut from the fresh chill of conditioned air flowing around them. She steps forward, exposed parts moving accordingly, and says.
âBlaise, how did it go?â the conductress always loved it when she said her name; there was a tone to it that suggested a hidden sentiment behind the formalness. The naked woman before her, though unassuming in her appeal, had found a way to lure out parts of her she never knew existed. Unlike the immature male suitors, she had during her formative years in a New England suburb. Blaise, missing the strength of character sheâd just displayed to over fifty people, responds sheepishly.
âIt went well babeâ the words, blushing out of her. She was shorter than her lover, and was never more aware of this than when giving a report back to her. She was wearing the white and black engineering department uniform of overcoat, one piece and sturdy shoe, she played with the buttons on it subconsciously as she continued. âTheyâre definitely with us, the bit about the Captain not allowing holocom transmissions was a just perfect, and they behaved exactly like you said they would.â
âOf course they did, have I ever lead you wrong, Blaise?â
âNever babe, butâŠwhen are we going to go to the next stage of the plan? If we leave it too long, some of them might find out that not everything Iâve been saying is the truthâŠâ
âDonât worry about that for now, Iâll let you know when the time is right â
âOkay then, but I should probably go back to work though, itâs still a couple of hours before lunch and need to lead from the front.â
âOh definitely, I donât like slackers. However, before you go, can you help me get dressed?â the chill in the air suddenly changes to something warmer, something seductive. Blaise, pleased to no longer have to wait to touch her replies,
âIs it the purple underwear the Doctor is wearing today?â
To be continued
 Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh
© Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh â Storyteller, Poet & Intern at Wordsmith Inc 2015. Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blogâs author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh â Storyteller, Poet & Intern at Wordsmith Inc with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
Who wants to be a character in my next short story installment?
Got a very cool competition for you guys & gals!
Text/private message or comment with any question you have regarding me, my writing, the creative process or anything insightful, and I will do a video blog answering them all!
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Deadline for questions is this sunday night. Can’t wait to start creating! (happy face)
Sneek peak of my first video interviewÂ
Had the pleasure of being invited by viral Blogger, Presenter and Journalist to do a no holds barred interview about my debut novel. He took the time to delve into my thoughts on the many challenging themes the book explores. Look out for the full one! Will be an eye opener đđ„đđč