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Tat Jul 13
A tender sea rocks my boat
it is lulling me to sleep,
gentle breeze is like coat
I fall into it deep.

I trust this stormy water
I won't be on my own
endless waves sing softer
almost semi tone.

I love this sea, these seagulls
this noisy wind and sheer sky,
some stretched canvas on easel
and painting now is dyed.

https://youtu.be/MLIWD-uVus4
Мій човен гойдає море ласкаве.
Мене заколише, порину я в сон.
Покаже картинки: красиві й цікаві,
Мелодію хвиль намугикає в тон.


Хоч море бурхливе, йому довіряю:
нехай не залишить мене в самоті.
Не було початку, немає і краю -
Лиш хвилі і небо - все як у житті.


Люблю тебе море, шум вітру, крик чайок.
А ти мене море від бурь вбережи.
Помолюсь тобі про життя я потайки
А ти мені море про силу скажи.
Cursed? Condemned?
To wander the Earth for eternity?
Aeneas, or Cain as some call him,
Was a person of renown - a leader and scholar.
Part of the crew of Odysseus,
He was called to the ship
But neglected to board it.
The name of the isle of flowers?

The Garden of Eden.
It's caretaker? Cybele.

Before the isle
Aeneas, like others,
Were offered the Trials.
This was to visit all the places
Currently & properly "gardened."
Reward for completion of the Trials
Was longevity, strength, et cetera.
Gnomen & Seers had procured,
Through generations of Trial & error,
A potent cataplasm
Which they learned to mutate/grow
Into a selected fruit.
Like an apple.

The Garden of Eden
Was a place of experimentation,
Much in the same vein as the Tower of Babel.
Where the Tower of Babel was focused
On the development and perfection of communication;
In things like language, oration, poetry, literature, et cetera
The Garden of Eden was focused
On experimentation with different forms of chemicals.
Chemicals, of course, coming in many forms;
Plants, minerals, other natural phenomena, substances & combinations, et cetera.
Part of this was experimentation with psychotropics,
Attempting to develop natural immunities
To such things like alcohol and cannabis.

Aeneas & Cybele,
Driven mad by drugs & mental-illness,
Left the isle.
For Aeneas was a rule-breaker
And confided in Cybele all that he understood and knew
About the Trials.
Aeneas had one trial left,
The Maze.

The Maze was enormous.
Upon its walls
All of human history was carved,
The entirety of that which was experienced by us.
All that had been relayed by various Gnomen & Seers
Through generation after generation.
Carved in ways that could be universally understood,
At least by those living within those ancient societies.

The red thread?

A guide to weapons, combat, subjugation/*******, et cetera.
This area of the Maze
Also housed a weapons cache
In the event the Maze was threatened or attacked.
Who informed Aeneas of the red thread?
Cybele.
Who informed Cybele?
Scylla.

You see, as previously mentioned,
Part of the Trials was to visit
All these areas which had been "gardened."
Auxiliary to this
Was to visit all those
Who had been deemed unworthy or had failed the Trials,
Like Scylla had been before meeting Cybele.
Living cautionary tales,
"Condemned" not to "wander"
But to live out their natural existences
On isles which were gardened for beings
Like predators and plant life which was vicious.

It was Scylla who "blew" Odysseus & his crew off course,
Knowing of Cybele & Eden.
Cybele who later drugged the "Minotaur."
Yuzuko Jun 15
I am so truly lost in a haze.
I tried with all my heart to love,
But all I’m met with is a lonely gaze.
It just wasn’t enough.

I’m drowning in the waves of a sea.
I’d created this sea of emotions.
Locked away and lost the key.
Now I watch as it consumes me.

Gazing at the moon above,
I see the scars over it.
And start to wonder where I messed up?
Yet, the moon maintained brightly lit.

The garden I called home met a flame,
And now I’ll be to blame.
Zywa Jul 5
We kiss at the sea,

all our worries blow away --


It is spacious here!
Collection "Without reserve"
Reece Jul 5
In her eyes, he saw the sea,
A mighty ocean staring back.
When she told him she wanted to leave,
He could feel his heart crack.
When she said that it was over,
Felt like he was swimming underwater.
He thought he would drown,
All this pain, hidden behind a frown,
As he sank deeper down.
In his eyes, she saw defeat,
Not to mention all the pain.
When she told him she wanted to leave,
She ignored the rain.
When she said that it was over,
She took the first step out of the water.
She wasn’t going to drown,
She was tired of sinking down,
Even if she had to make him frown.
No amount of therapy,
Could save them from the raging sea…
Some relationships just don't work...
I swam up to meet you
Over sand and shell
Kissed your salted lips
Fresh and alive
Buoyant
Sun-ripe *******
Soft as ocean crests
Enlivened eyes  
Bodies pressed
Mast against Hull
Ramming
Rising with the swell
Hoisted close
Your half-buried bow
Port over starboard
Flooding the deck
Swaying
Side to side
Thrusting and thrashing
Salt tasted sweet
Entwined in our motion
Indiscreet
Swirling and splashing
Tumbling on the wash
Bringing to port
Anchored
Between bruised legs
Moist in wetness
Blustered by breeze
Tossed and tousled
Cargo spilled
Current spins us
Our feet scraping
On sharp stones
Bodies so fragile
The sun could sink them
If your eyes are not blue
Let the ocean drink them
Old Mother Sea,
she reflects me,
her colours are my moods.
On a good day,
we sparkle - together
I wrote this years ago on a holiday.  Now I live near the sea in Essex, England.  Lucky me!
Angharad Jun 24
I love it when the long grass takes on the shape and sound of water
When the wind frolics through the green blades
And turns it all into waves
A gentle breeze turning everything into the sea
Tristă ne e povestea,
Și așa va fi pe veci,
Frântă-n valuri ne e calea,
În căutări de glasuri reci.

De uitare dătătoare
E tăcerea dintre noi,
O iubire trecătoare
Stinsă-n ceasuri fără ploi.

Se înalță norii-n vânt,
Peste tulburea mare
Poartă al nostru trist cânt
În cerul fără de hotare.
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