He's nervous, could tell from a glance
This right here is his first dance
And she is nervous, he looks bold
And wants to express what's untold

And they are nervous but the music
Is easing the vibe down a bit
And she doesn't really know
What steps to do or where to go

So she's letting the waves bring
Momentum to this heating link
And he's the same, he has no clue
That the unknown brings in the new

So step by step and song by song
Their souls and bodies float along
Through an ocean of emotions
The breeze is faith, the sail is long
Enough to carry both
To dry land and to make cloth
To protect them from the rain
And unnecessary pain

Some is needed though to gain
Understanding and to frame
Thoughts and feelings the right way
It is not enough to pray
That magically they'll go away.

So sail even some more along
In faith and hum a sailor's song
And live and laugh and smell the scent
Of acceptance in the present
Because really, there's no end
Or beginning in the face
Of this scary pretty grace
We're living.

_M.

I can travel on paper. Visit unknown places. Gift barren lands
with lakes and rivers, the poor with gold and silver. I could
run a marathon and be the winner.

I can travel on paper.  I'd finally go to London, meet the Queen.  Discuss life with her and everything. I could fly to the moon and back in one day. Learn piano from Beethoven, and a sonata I'd play!

I can travel on paper. And leave this old, frail body behind, I'd run through fields, climb mountains. Pen the most perfect rainbow by day and the most beautiful stars in the sky by night.

I can travel on paper. I can go to a place and time when she loves me again and is mine. Yes, I'd pen the love I'd lost fully restored. Come to think of it, who could ask for more?

There was a thing that happened to me, not so long ago.
A single seed of knowledge, took root and began to grow.

It boosted the connection, to a voice inside of me.
Showing me just who I am and what I'm supposed to be.

It took me to a place, that very few have been.
Showing me how to change the world with poems from my pen.

Detachment from their matrix, then came naturally.
Having understanding of, everything I see.

Preparing for the next part, of what I saw above.
Means walking down this road alone, leaving ones I love.

Constructing all these poems, I could not do at home.
I had to do it on the road in every town I roam.

This connection with the source of us, grows stronger every day.
It gives me understanding of the things I need to say.

The system that controls us, is only based on fear.
Claiming if we don't abide we'll lose all we hold dear.

The fear that is created, constructs the world we know.
But kindness and compassion, will let the love then show.

Don't think about the worst in people, stop your being scared.
With the love that grows in you, the world will be repaired.

yesterday, I spied children peeking
through a hole in my fence,
ready with their legs stretching
out to step in, I watched in awe
at their bravery and marvelling,
"how far will they go?"
a far-off voice bellowed, they shifted retracting
and ran off giggling in glee
but I was left stunned thinking;
"When did my curiosity leave me?"

I throw my heart into a kettle,  
It’s dripping blood from your beastly mettle.  
My hair I’ve woven in a broom—  
I guess, for you, I am no groom.  
I am scattering away all my stored gloom;  
My body parts and silly limbs are piled into a rugged cart.  
I am painting a new future with all my bile and lard—  
The rest of gruesome details and remains is up for sale.  
In my hands are both the reins.  

My boat is dabbling in uneasy waters;  
The crew is nestled in closed quarters.  
My first mate loiters in the galleys;  
We are sailing past the lands with misty alleys.  
Our spirit slowly rallies—  
The people’s tone no longer sallow.  
Recently, we’ve sunk our only gallow,  
The tides becoming ever shallow.  

Unwelcoming and rocky bay,  
Jungle pierced by gleaming ray—  
Is it real, or just antics of the fae?  
Our rejuvenation is but nigh.  
We’ve reached the coast just in time  
For the roaring autumn festival—  
Stalls and barrels bursting from produce.  
Nobody’s acting coy, quickly we deduce—  
Masks, silks, and fires in a wild dance;  
My mates have dropped their grimly stance.  

Ghostly visions plague my mind—  
Spirits of the carnival gently pat my back.  
Their demeanor I find kind.  
Is this all a fever dream?  
The chances are not so slim.  
What’s the catch?  
However, does it matter all that much?  
I feel I’ve opened up my grizzly hatch.  
At least I am finally at ease—  
That’s my hunch.

What is love,
if not told to the heavens?
What I feel for you,
is locked deep in the ocean.
The more I know you,
the Deeper I go into your forest.
What I want is not empty,
like weathered plains.
It’s not murky nor dead,
as I step through your swampy past.
It’s whole and true,
as the smell of rain in April.
Its beauty is among the sun,
in spring.
All I want for you,
for us.
Is an adventure,
of love everlasting.

I left behind a home
Though one in only name
I know not what I search for
But couldn’t stand it be the same
To be bound was to be free
In the confines of a cell
Yet to be free is to be bound
By no good that I can tell

In taking to the seas
I hoped for some great change
But found that all things blended
And only varied in their range
I had not found myself
Among the waves or great white coast
I thought a path had opened
But it vanished as a ghost
No one or thing could remedy
The hurt I fostered close
No one or thing could change it
But the one was wounded most

So here across the Farrow Sea
I pull a dagger from my heart
Here on distant shores I sit
A world and man apart

Roaming the rolling sapphire,
Thoughts of home & the bereaved.
Under tide they sink.
Spit back into that grand basin,
Give a good greeting to Poseidon,
Lift up your cup & drink;
To the fathoms we eclipsed,
The journey facing.
** & heave,
Waves crash against the hull
Letting on water;
I've never much cared for
Admitting defeat in the presence
Of overwhelming odds,
I'd rather die on my feet
Bravely meeting the Gods

I said yes
To anchovies
To heights
To late nights
And climbing walls
I said yes
To friends
To strangers
To long distances
And strange roads
I said yes
To joy
To grief
To anger
And to love.

But most of all
For the first time ever
I said yes
To me