I'm languished here in lack of lit'rature,
for treading words - writ oceans black and pale.
I woe my want of discipline demure
to hoist my mental canvas and set sail.
To set this sextant sentence south to north,
my odyssey sees strange sands lap aground
with trepidation slipping slowly forth,
and omnipresent, inauspicious sound.
Please show me now around this simple isle.
Lead me by hand to cliffs by time distressed.
Forgive me then if I retreat a while
to cast off, searching ****** shorelines' rest.
This covered ground, font foliage, anon
will meet me once this weary world is gone.

There is nothing so precious
as naivety
in the keen, exploring eye
of a child

It seems to me that golden sparks and silver shimmerings,
Belong to those that still have dreams and wonderful imaginings.
For those of us tired and weary,
Dreams are of death and end.
As though somehow,
The urge to continue,
Wanes,
Like a dissolving moon,
Appearing to disappear,
Its presentness luckily found,
Again the horizon allows slow moving shadows,
To reflect the sunshine of the day,
To creep slowly 'cross the sky,
And bring understanding of the night.
This is my end,
When stars fade to black,
Nothing is left for me here,
Not for lack of desire,
But for a lack of dreams.

Night and fog
setting in-unsettling
now that the rain has stopped

the live oak in the dark
creaks under the weight
of dying limbs

mean high tide
at three a.m.
means no ghosts will walk
ashore

U-227 lies on the bottom
not too far out from here
where she went down
in the nacht und nebel
while the live oak creaked
and the ocean roared.

r ~ 8/10/14

I couldn't make up my mind on who she was. Really,
A premonition? Foreboding an inevitable storm
Or the storm's aftermath;
All dull and vivid juxtaposed in parallel reflection
Yet even though debris seemed to follow the destruction around her,
The centre of all the chaos was calm, grey
I called her Grey
She liked it
She thought it resembled a fading, translucent characteristic within her that most people seemed to miss without confirming a second look
"It’s like you lifted my eye-lids with clamps-long and hard enough to gaze and wonder just who I was"
That the easy facade on her outside was just a complex elaborate hoax and her intricacies were much simpler inside
But even with all my sensors of human emotion detection and learning to wade and blend through
derelict sage-nuances
I still couldn't figure her out
For I wasn't sure what she was:
A premonition or an aftermath of new color.

She was always Grey

Now is the time to cut your hair short
play in the snow even if you'll get cold feet
Listen to live music
even if it’s bad music
because any art can make you fall in love with its creator
even if it only lasts two minutes.

Now is the time to become attached to people
even if they aren’t perfect for you
and unchain yourself from people
even if they are perfect for you

Because it is time for tomorrows
for realizing your hips and knees crack for a reason
for leaping off the giant’s shoulder
for running fast even though you’ll tire

for climbing to the top of the mountain
so you can see the stars

I can feel the heat
When your near
      Ur that good to me
     Like u that much
     JUst stop being so attractive
      All it does is make me nuts
   Over  u
Can't do anything right
                 Beside you
        Heat my interal body
         Meant for you
     Heat my blood
       You do it magically

I pray
& some how it comes
  True
   Eventually
I don't live in fear
I can be myself for once