There is something so timeless about the sea. He stood witness to its all encompassing beauty, watchin the ebb and flow of time and life. Captured and captivated but free from all thought and all worry. 
 
Just standin on a rock, in the bay. A plynth the sands of time had been left in a settlement between earth and ocean long ago, a viewing platform to satisfy the Seas only plea "See Me" 

He stood by its shores as all others before him had and in a moment he shared in all the collected memories of humanity. Of those first souls that made it to its shores from the desert, across the sands of time to dip a foot of weary and worn down soles into its abyss yet stand still as he does, captured and captivated, to watch it wave all the hellos and goodbyes ever given in an eternity.

None knew how long they stood there for, for there was no need. Though a part of them will probably remain there always. There is something so timeless about the sea...

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I found her there,
in between the red maple trees,
her hand gently disturbing
the water and the frogs
in the darkness of the pound.

I saw her there,
a sun beam in her hair,
the chill awakening her *******,
her hands concealing her ******,
her eyes watering me, arose.

I left her there,
upon a bed of red leaves,
her thighs embracing her warmness,
her breath softly paced down,
her taste in my tongue, watered still.

The storm with no sound..
Had lightning and soundless thunder..
Winds swayed the grasses and trees..
Silent rain fell and gathered and ran off..
For the moment I cannot hear..
But I can still feel..
I can still smell..
All at once with my remaining senses..
I see this beautiful chaos unfold before me..

On the flip side...


its to quiet.. no thoughts or words.. just at times the sound of silence beeps on through..

its to dark.. no sight or light.. just at times the red and yellow blops i see when i close my eyes.. they cascade upon eachother trying to take over.. but no color ever wins..

its to sad.. no courage or strength.. just at times weakness trying to be strong only to give up for whats wrong..

its to wet.. no sun or clear skies.. just at times a shread of light trying to see underneath this dense storm of falling mist..
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all the shades of my sadness are clear...... so i take a deep breath for a moment.. and i begin to listen, see, smile, and feel..
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the sound is beautiful.. a song plays for me in my head .. one of my favorites as i pick up the pace..

i light the candle.. a beautiful light is quite a sight.. i close my eyes and see pass the reds and yellows.. i see her, the candlelit flame burns for her..

i crack a smile.. i let go.. and i stand up.. i look forward and begin to run faster..

the storm passes.. sunlight rains down.. never giving up.. the sun seems to shine on with me.. behind me pushing me with her light.. that huge candle was lit for me.. at least today it was..

If I could no longer find the right words
Because words no longer made sense,
And sense was no longer sensible
Is it ok to sit on the fence?

No care for 'yes/no's' - just 'maybes'
With no desire to argue my point,
For surely the point is pointless now
If left to the toss of a coin

No need to have heartfelt discussions
No use for mind blowing debates,
Why try to have an opinion when
It can all be left down to fate?

You see the reason for these questions
I'm not sure I'm one to agree,
For if we lived our lives without passion
Ask how boring our lives would be?

Life isn't just left down to chances
Luck is not dished out on a plate,
Although I agree how nice would it be
If we could gobble up luck like cakes?

...If you're sure life is one big gamble,
Which if I'm honest it seems it could be
Instead of a game of poker,
Should it be played more like monopoly?

We start at the line together
Moves made with the roll of a dice,
Now and then we'll lose sight of each other
With some of us paying the price

But not far from our reach are our chances;
Some will cross these more often it seems
However, it's all about decisions
Investing and trying to succeed

At times we will run round in circles
Hoping to find a 'get out of jail free'
And just like the game life lasts longer for some
But whilst here try to be all you can be,

Let me finish with one last question;
Why would we not be true to ourselves?
Tell me what's life to be if we don't follow our dreams
And make the most of what's laid out on our shelves?




© Karen L Hamilton, 2012