skipping stones across the water
walking beside the ocean's daughter
listening to nature as she sings
taking in the rapture that living brings
                  
Thoughts that she
cannot unthink;
a life that she
cannot unlive.
                
Dreams she has yet to live
and a soul full of fire
looking under every stone
seeking her heart's desire
                
Afraid to see whats underneath.
We stay to the surface
afraid of the ghostly deep,
for there are shipwrecks
              
What lurks beneath at fathoms deep
will not disturb a good nights sleep
for as long as we can stay afloat
courage shall be our own lifeboat
                      
But skipping stones eventually fall
To depths they haven't ventured yet
but, that's when life begins to be lived
when we reach deeper depth
                  
Skipping stones across my mind
like those lucid dreams we hope to find
but in the end we are not alone
having reached the shore with that lucky stone*
                          
Happiness is a skipping stone

My faith is a wounded soldier
Ragged and bleeding
Sweating and needing
Begging and pleading
To leave this life
Blood soak **** stained
Struggling in vain
To recapture
The rapture
Of an old love

A doctrine
That fit like an old glove
Till the truth
Tore a hole right through
Leaving me
Leaving you
To stew in your delusions
While I eat my enlightenment
Like the bitter vegetable it is

No-one
Can take
My mind
Away from me

It is mine

My thoughts
Are
Mine

Original

Owned

By

Me

Mine

No matter
How packaged
Sanitised
Distributed
Celebrated
Derided
Ignored
Amplifi­ed or erased…

They emanate from the spongy connected cosmic receptor
Between my ears

My mind
Inhabits my skull

Pervades
My fleshy
Bony
Hairy
******
Sinewy
Watery
Bilious

Humanity

My humanity

Humanit

Humani

Human

Huma

Hum

Hm
Hmm
Hmmm
Hmmmm
Hm­mm
Hmm
Hm
H