I am my keepers' diary – My covers bear a likeness to her resolve
My pages are like her fragile heart,
The ink on them are the secrets from the depths of her soul.
In me she confides that which no one else knows
Her joy, pleasure, happiness and pride,
Her anger and rage, her sadness and sorrow.
I know my keeper well – I have felt every flick of her pen
I can tell when she smiles by the gentle turn of a page
Or when she cries and her teardrops fall into me,
I dutifully soak them and hold them forever within.
Her rage! Oh God! Her anger, it stings like the snap of a whip,
As her pen moves swiftly and sharply again and again.
Just when I think I can bear it no longer,
She softly smooths her hand over the freshly scored page
And in that moment, I know she needs me
Like anyone needs a good friend.
I am my keepers' diary – My covers shall never betray her resolve.
Hold hands to a
and show the world that
this exists. It tastes
much like sensation, much like
a calm, soaring river. It is with the
softness of love that flowing down the river
is too easy. Should
one or another steer off and not
remember love to have,
then the taste of salt
shall corrupt the seed. She or
he might as well be dead
along with the other blind, slimy fish.
Mother.. oh mother ocean
enraptured waves rise to your natural beauty’s crest,
beckoning with such gravity;
her salience seeps
aneath her saline tides’ tameless undertow
All at sea..
hidden just beneath her surface swell ;
savored breaths beheld within enchanting frothy foam
Drifting with the tug of her tidal pull,
lulled surges ebbing allure…
All at sea..
Mesmerized pulses magnetically drawn,
from within all rivers’ flowing currents ;
acoustic rushes enfold the rhythm and the sea’s song
Someday the essence of her cleansing waves’ baptism,
shall drown the torn under the intimacy of firmament
I’m all at sea..
Bathe myself (cleanse my imperfections)
in earth mother’s wishing well
surrendering to the essence of her ardent pull
drifting back to where it started...
...not your typical day at the beach, nonetheless inspired by one day & a song title with emotive lyrics evolving into pondering written sentiment as purging feelings sketched of being "All In the Sea." The only words used are the title (note: more than one song by this title) but the emotions combine in part to merge with the source the vast seashore holds.
The song that inspires the title is done by Jamie Cullum...
this YouTube video has its lyrics and musical verve: http://youtu.be/rVcSfytvCBs
Keep this heart,
let down so far,
by letting me see
me whilst standing still
dizzied by her beauty.
Keep me in my shelter,
this tormented cell
that wrestles reason,
sealed tight in bony congress;
if but one wish achieves clarity,
it shall be that treasure
of absolute pleasure
to hold her softly
where a complete man
should be allowed to die and dwell
and leave the stage with dignity.
Keep this life of mine,
slave to refuge of time,
where my words on wayward tongue
sought to show you love through rhyme.
The scent of promise within seduction
of eyes unseen, flesh without kiss,
made apparent by misery of chimes
now heard in echoes
of death's affliction!
I have often turned within my grave to ponder of the reason why
Upon the date of my birth, you took me to your secret hide
Underneath an aspen tree within the deadest of nights
You took to me like a moth to a ball of flickering light
With the devils own smile plastered upon your face and the slightest of hand
You produced a sanguineous jar of hearts and an ominous jar of black sand
You grasped my hands in your work enured and fairly calloused paws
Looked me in the eyes, and told me to forever leave my pale hands raw
"Never soil your untouched hands, your hands and eyes you shall avert'
"Never bruise, nor ever hurt, nor shall they be ever touched by dirt,
"Never touch a rose, nor touch a bee, as danger is an all you see,
"Close your eyes my little darling, and all of life shall be but a dream."
With the trust of a mothers child, I kept my eyes tightly squeezed
Wished upon the star within the midnight sky, wavering in the breeze
Held my hands up to my chest, hoping the fluttering and staggered slips
Not to be seen by your face within the light of moon as from the sun it dines and sips
Of a heart that had only once been given to me and should have forever stayed mine
But the greed inside all mens' hearts want, and reaches out to grasp a young new 'hind'
With another slight of those calloused hands, you took my life for your own pleasure
And stole what was rightfully derived as mine; a beating heart, you took your leisure
A working mind, once a clock, now fully had come to a skidding stop
You took my bones and my teeth and used them as a fertilizing crop
The very worst thing that you did, you took my pride when you took my skin
Shaved off clean with a diamond edged razor and worn as if you were mockeries twin
Burried underneath that beautiful aspen tree, I've been given the time to remold
But my life had been stolen, the soul forced out before the bells had tolled
In the time it had taken for my pieces to remold, I had realised something then and there;
There were always things that were meant to go untold, but the truth is ringing upon the open air
You wanted more than what was offered and had bitten off all you could chew
But if I'd known back then what I know now, I'd know real good men only come in few
oh how she lies
are to be despised
at the lying game
she has a propensity
on lying sprees
one can hear her
in times of great hardship and woe she's a rock
she has a character that can take a hard knock
her reliability and understanding is of the highest standing
she isn't into bullshitting and all that pretending
her honesty and integrity is something grand
she's always there to extend her friendship hand
those who know her well can vouch for her traits
the attributes she possesses are first rate
this tribute of words shall ever ring true
to a woman who is of a genuine hue
The mighty rolling river is my sanctuary
Where the turbulent water reaches its shores
Landscaped by erosion’s rounded river rocks,
Every color and shape transformed by the mysteries within her shoals
Floodwater logs are cut for firewood here
Smoke dried salmon is cured and dried for food
Tyees’ souls join me here, born in quiet spiritual solitude.
Swirling eddies stirring, inspiring conscious universal muse
Water rushes past earth mother's terrestrial islands
Where eagles nest and soar up high
Beavers dam where flocks of geese swim
Blue Heron’s rookery fill trees to the apex of the sky
Head waters birthed in forked mountain high
Waters rise from beneath mother earth
Rapids pass villages plummeting miles and miles.
Gravity’s tug and draw journey to aid the salmon’s Holy birth
I know I’m one with sacred ground
Ancestors spirit's power is present at ease
The pulse of river water's muse
Is the pulse of this mixed-breed
The half-breeds myth, not Indian or White.
“Young buck born with a divided heart!”
We have big ears we hear everything
A step child orphaned, reborn into the spirit's light
The placid harmony of the river's gentle flow
Waters speak a mantra directly to my soul
I grieve the loss of ancestral grounds
Ancient territories pilfered for miles around
Upstream above where the mighty water falls
Landscaping this river's great divide
Cascading walls of water soar and plunge
From silhouettes high and wide
Centuries rivers carved and shaped an ominous path
Fertile valleys were eroded deep and wide by raging waters wrath
This place was graced through those centuries past
My heart's ashes will rest where river waters yearn to pass
Ancient brothers fished with spears from platforms built up high
Hollowed out trees, as paddled canoes, tended fish wheel traps side by side
In quest of the bountiful sacred Salmon, our food sustaining life
I embrace an ancient heritage, our spirit shall remain steadfast...
Mâyašlen yá he íčhiyopteya wakpá ipȟá...
Lakota note: Coyote was going past the source of the river...he sat next to me...
I have dreamt about this moment too many times.
And let me tell you, your lips taste better in real life.
Sending shivers down my spine, making every nerve intertwine.
Your skin feels warm and smooth against mine, as i hold you closer with each smile.
Your hair smells pure and heavenly, as i breathe every inch of you and cache it mentally.
You might not have done this intentionally, but you make my heart beat irregularly.
You fit my brain like a glove and i flutter your heart like a dove.
Tracing every inch of you my hands throve, and taking in those mental images of you my mind strove.
As i grew tired of this chase, i thought to myself i could never grow tired of this face.
You somehow make time slow its pace, and before i know it its time for us to leave this place.
You show me the parts of you you kept hidden, and i play them over and over in my head, but from people's eyes its forbidden.
You show me how your heart was overridden, by those you wanted to stay true but didn't.
No matter how many times my heart will split, i will continue searching for those true eyes and never quit.
Turning my pupils into fire like a hundred candles lit, as i pledge to you for a hundred years i shall commit.
Must of lost your wits
When the toll of her love
Supercedes your own
And darkness fades
We shall all fade to black
We will own the ground
The scenic solitude
Where worms are our food
Just as fauna and flora
Have been dined upon
I will feed fauna and flora
When the worms become food