Sitting pretty on the dock,
Anchor awaits for no man
Highlights of the wind,
Creating waves on fan.
My love,
What is your purpose here,
Forthwith to keep me safe through the tempest
No ship that hath not seen the gale and gust
will be counted as worth of fame
So as far as it depends upon me,
to weather the storm,
and sink anchor after the tempest is conquered
beaten and battered,
without a whisper,
But a thud, safety

When the princess smiles, life is golden,
Wunderbar! Maravillosa!
Sunshine and simple things,
Happiness is bliss,
Blistering heat turns cheeks and blades red,
Cutting through the waves and sheets
Shattering the silence, the bed
Wha gwaan my ute, bless up yuhself empress, says the princes.
When you moose the midnight,
And love the soories.
Reminisce on the kiss,
Play the anthem for the princess

I'm done, already,
Making me live life in my mind, already,
Giving all to my own, already,
Following the road most travelled, already,
Frost hearts, frigid feelings, already,
Will you find me in your world,
Perceived passions and unfulfilled hurt,
Can't you take me there? Already?

Am I wrong for working?
Making time to be first in?
Can we keep it moving without making moves?
I think not. Understandably we try to live our lives,
In a way that we can experience beautiful highs,
And even the lows, because as we traverse the planes of existence,
Bending flows that ebb us closer to Nirvana that,

Keep us constantly working,
But do we really need to work? That hard?
Searching for what might not be there?
Is this a dream that we are living in?
One that we will toss and turn,
Yearn for rest, that will, ultimately,
Keep us working...

We thrive, we strive,
Keeping count, riding the tide,
We make it.

Bodies moving in unison,
Unaware of the juices, flowing,
Rising like flies with the stench of success,
We make it.

No one can try tell what our lives will reveal, even if we speak the outcome with nails scratched on the walls of heaven or hell,
We make it.

And in true human fashion we create a life that is poised to conquer, poised to dominate, create dominion using pride and hate,
No matter what the cost,
We have to make it.

Are we destined? Are we decided?
Are we unified or are we divided?
Much like the waves lapping the fading beach, we watch and plot the eventual storm that will erase any memory of our trod.

But somehow we hold on, with surety and scrutiny, nothing new to me or you, the humanity,
And sure enough,
We make it.

There is an odd calm about me
The skies are bright blue
The heat immense
A hurricane is coming...
Its a few days offshore but the signs are clear

Yet there is an off calm about me
My mind is clear
My heart rate steady
A change is coming
Its ETA unknown but the writing engraved on the walls of my soul

Oceans deep, darkest blue
Andromeda's deepest hue
I'll stand still waiting for you
Arms wide open
To be swallowed by you

There is beauty in surrender
A strange excitement
A thrill unimaginable
A peace unknown
and
I
AM
READY
FOR
YOU!

Categorized, itemized, branded
They think that the equation that is me
balances out in simple steps
Ha ... they think they know me

I've been to Egypt and back
Walked through wilderness
And gone around the stupid mountain
too many times

Dont judge me because you dont understand
Ask me and you'll find
That my philosophies weren't adapted
they were learnt
from being burnt one, two, many times
Categorized, itemized, branded
Such a pity that I no longer care
Or fear your stupidity
For a man who always casts blame without
Is without a doubt stranded
On the isle of stagnancy,
Accomplishing only a fragment
Of what they were meant to be

... they think they know me.