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I used to swim across the channel to rattlesnake island when I lived
in Florida . We all knew the sharks loved
the funneling action of the channel to the bay . And we were always aware that there were sharks near by . We saw them every day . Yet the allure of the island just a scant one hundred yards away was to much for a 10 year old to pass up . So I would swim across holding a rod and reel high so it would not soak in sea water . I admit there was apprehension evident in my strokes and kicks but I made it across . On the other side there were no rattlesnakes anywhere .
Just gorgeous unclaimed white beaches and aqua clear water . Needle fish scooted across the surface and schools of mullet jumping were all I could see . I did little or no fishing , just running and jumping into the surf . What an afternoon it was . But the sun slid down and we knew we had to leave soon as the big sharks move in at dusk to feed into the night . So we stepped into the swirling waters of the channel and then plunged in and swam . Sharks have all black eyes . Cold  black eyes and an expressionless grin that is all business sporting a mouth full of jagged dagger teeth . They are cautious up to a point but no one knows where that point is . Once that point is reached . . . well you don't want to see that point while your in the water . So about half way across the channel we see a dark shadow swim by in front of us between us and the beach . We know it's a shark , a big one . Perhaps more than fifteen feet long . We can't stay where we are at , but we fear to move on . So taking a deep breath we swim on slow and steady . Finely the beach is at hand , our feet touch sand and we run up on the beach and collapse . Then with heaving chests of fear we look back only to see the shark swim by . Needless to say that was my last visit to rattlesnake island .
As the hours slip past,
And I lose my chance at sleep,
Dark becomes my home.
Reaching out,
Chasing, grabbing,
Clawing at something so real,
But it fades in your grasp,
And becomes no more,
Than ripples in the past
Though she pounces,
Her touch is soft,
And her snarl holds no malice.

In her eyes the purest innocence,
That could never ****,
Or know pain or sadness.

Her tiny frame will not grow,
Into a predator,
But a companion who's subtle fur,
Will be a comfort and soak up,
Any tears her master may cry.
For K
 Apr 2016 Rockie
Prodigy
I wish I never met you.
If only it were so simple;
To wish away the tears I cried,
The pain that came
From missing you.

I wish I never met you.
It doomed from the start;
The reasons piled on and on,
But the final straw still
Cut like wire.

I wish I never met you.
You forced open my eyes;
Made me see that I’m broken
And soon everything else
Will follow suit.
 Apr 2016 Rockie
Prodigy
Please don’t say you love me
Because if you do
That would change
E v e r y t h i n g

Please don’t stay you love me
Because if you do
You wouldn’t have
A n y t h i n g

Please don’t say you love me
Because if you do
You would lose
E v e r y t h i n g

Please don’t say you love me
Because if you do
I wouldn’t say
A n y t h i n g

Please don’t say you love me
Because even if you do
I don’t love
Y o u.
Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses
The doors to each side,
A killer in each room,
Not a knife-wielding ******,
But a face I try to forget,
A voice I'll never forget,
The feeling of sick, sick regret,
This hallway never ends,
Behind every door,
There he is,
There he stands,
Smiling,
Waiting,
Knowing,
He knew me too well,
I'm running,
But now the doors,
Are frames for his perfect picture,
His design,
And I'm posing,
He moves my limbs,
Manipulates me,
Into his shape,
And now I'm falling,
And he's stood over me,
Smiling,
Impatient,
Sick,
sick,
sick,
no,
no,
no more.
NO!
NO MORE!
LET ME OUT!
I'm banging on the window,
But his face is my reflection,
Oh God!
NO MORE!
PLEASE!
I can't forget,
I tried to forget,
But it's just this sick, sick regret.
I am no great poet,
These words are no more
than an outpouring of thoughts,
In random orders,
Without much more thought
than that which they were.

I don't have any formula,
No structure or style to stick to,
I just repeat when it feels right
Repeat when it feels right
to remind you of what I said before
In some other thought.

I don't live a different life,
That is somehow more poetic,
Or beautiful or inspired.
I don't have a muse at the moment,
Nor do I have a sanctuary,
Any escape or silence
In which to think.

All I do is amble through,
The lines until I find
Some moment
Strong enough
Or desperate enough
Or vulnerable enough
To create some kind of
Fragile beauty.
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