The deluge harbors fear in once intrepid sailors
Even flax sails cry out mercy from the mighty gale
A breach in each soul sceams out that reminder
Of jagged rocks defending the isle soon to lacerate their hull
Those cries meant naught as tears in canvas offer only impending doom
Some stand steadfast gripping that false belief of hope
Others kiss their own fate as a quick grip and jump
Forever washes all mental torture far far away

What did you say?
Oh! wait, can i order another?
Is that a possibility?
Really! Well let's go.
This is sweet. Yet soothing with a twist.
A bit comforting, no, let's face it!
A whole lot of comfort.
Can I have another just the same?
Not possible? When will I know?
Oh! Okay, it still reverberates at the back of my mind.
What do you call it?
Ahh! I see.
Your voice.

Might I describe with a slightly cracked mind that simple act of coping with the tiny fact of how I must not over react knowing I might become blind while waiting for that abstract moment to arise whereas I am entitled to act highly surprised when you finally dial back...
Aye! I lost track.

From womb to tomb
Our lives are not our own
Fabricated to secure
One cannot rebut
Limitless threads
The scheduler strums
With our every pain, joy,
kindness or crime
They birth our futures
Make sure we have rhyme

You used to be the harbinger of disdain
I thank you deeply for unfurling my blemishes to all
Apprehension followed me around every bend
Doubting my own moral ambiguity
At war with all around
Now pushing to break me down
Persistence shall be my armor my confidant
Never become a token on that vile board
How cynical as the blemishes evaporate
I am no longer an ingrate

Sitting round ole rickity
Helping those blossoms
Everyone's reaching in
Nurturing while smiling
Colors of joy of breath
As el sol caresses gently
Bewilderment isn't there
For all whom gathered
Know the soil in their soul
No one's fabric risks toll
There's a mother connect
Bare feet rooted to ground