What we call sea
Is where oceans home

To many species
Some unknown

Though pollution may
Be too real

The ocean still
Has its appeal

In all its splendor
Though not crystal clear

The ocean holds
What’s near and dear

To the heart
To the soul

To the breaking waves
Topped with foam

Fairy tales and stories wrote
Of pirates who had famous quotes

Sharks, and whales, fish, and boats
Things that sink, and things afloat

And although we’re not alone
It’s not far fetched
To call ocean home

‪I laugh at funny, cry when sad.‬
‪My best friend is my dear old dad.‬
‪I get angry at intolerance ‬
‪I’m fed up with abuse‬
‪I have common sense ‬
A great big heart
And I always speak the truth
I’m honest and sincere
Kind and full of good
I haven’t done everything I’ve wanted
Nor have I done everything I should
I’m no saint, but I have couth
Been that way since in my youth
It’s just how I was raised
Not looking for your praise
Just an outline into who I am
To help you better understand

Reflecting from within me
The man to which I’ve grown
From that child without courage
That I rejected and disowned
Now I stand before you
Strong, and fierce, and free
Like a lion in the jungle
The undisputed king
Not the gazelle that’s always frightened
Running; catching speed
There’s no room for reservations
There’s no purpose or a need
Only a calming self awareness
That I’ve now reached my peak
A strong and healthy lion
Feasting on the weak

My inspiration was me
After all the hiding and seek
Searching the globe
Away from my home
It couldn’t hurt to have a peek

Born out of need
Success guaranteed
Passion for the well to do
Planting little seeds

Praise a welcomed feeling
After years of self abuse
It’s like my body and my mind
Finally called a truce

Exchange for new proud parents
Seems perfectly legit
All the smiles and the slaps on back
After exclaiming that I quit!

Weight up off of my shoulders
Stars perfectly aligned
A fresh start in a new career
I expect will turn out fine

Loneliness is a heartbeats gasp
Remembrance of a lonesome past
Until the day we met and clashed
Your eyes gazed at a moments last
Seductive gestures we once grasped
Slightly above being harassed
Thrown away, forgotten, trashed
For money rendered and fists of cash

Ventured out into the great beyond
Searching for some clues
Found emptiness and all that’s wrong
With staying home to sing the blues
Explore the universe in parts
You’ve got nothing to lose
For when you return
You’ll find your voice
And sing a different tune

Suffocating atmosphere
Tension hard to bear
Time; but an endless fiscade
For the moments that we share
Time to come to terms
No longer feel despair
To grace us with your presence
And finally clear the air

Distance makes the heart grow fonder
Whether near, or over yonder
Through my phone, awe still inspires
While separate for the coronavirus
Hearts maintain if love is pure
So I remain, behind closed doors
When hearts are full, and love is blind
Profess your love through FaceTime.

You’re my suffocation of delight
My muse, my guiding light
Ingesting every ounce of joy
My magic human sprite
I dance beside your aura
My fire, you ignite
You’re the center of my universe
My rock, my strength, my might

Enriched spirituality identifies
What it is that we envision in the minds eye
Where fear and self doubt goes to die
And where the answers are found for the question “why”?

There’s serenity and peace
Knowledge taught and reached
All in the minds eye
Under blue skies
And eternal sunshine

I sense your presence nearby
Your fragrance; from afar
It transforms my emotions
Like a tinsel string guitar

It’s something deep inside of me
To know it, I’d be yours
The evanescent blank look stare
Across the distant shores

A look that’s retrospective
Searching memories to date
Longing for an invitation to
The cemetery gates

Where past loves lay to rest
And ghosts are free to roam
Hoping that the day will come
They find their way back home

What I must do now
Or at least for the duration
Is gather up my thoughts
My endless permutations
Align them up in order
From importance there within
And begin to check them off
To at last accomplish them
Prioritize
Then demonstrate
The life that I
Wish to create

Nothings ever cut and dry
No sentiment or long goodbyes
Just excuses for the reasons why
When there’s failure to comply
Sitting, waiting to reply
On a story based on lies
Especially when you’ve been denied
Concede and say “At least I tried”

Swept up and stirred
Bemused by her words
Spoken in terms
I haven’t yet learned

Which lends to concern

Taken, whisked away
From her heavenly kiss
Stripped of its bliss
Forsaken and missed

By hearts shaped like lips

It is there I wish to be

‪Passed down the family tree‬

‪The sound it made was sweet‬

‪Whimsical and carefree‬

‪Where the fingers and keys meet‬

‪It’s where we find serenity ‬

‪Like an oasis or retreat ‬

‪Until the clock strikes three‬

‪It’s what makes the day complete ‬

Skies of gold and a scarlet moon
Rises like a red balloon 🎈
Chiseled as a hard stone hewn
To dance on earth with your soul attune
And even when the sky turns blue
My thoughts of you come way too soon
In the morning or late afternoon
Your presence feels like a strong typhoon
That whisks away to make more room
For my bleeding heart and it’s impending doom

The eyes are gateways into the soul
That neither can be bought nor sold
A reflection of universal deeds
That doesn’t give more than it receives
The luxury of vision speaks
To tell the mind what’s been seen
And gather up what info’s gained
That forms and leaves us entertained

Nighttime approaches
Under fluorescent skies
Exploding in bursts of
Phosphorescent dynamite
Over open seas and tranquility
The tree of life soaking in the fragrant air
In anticipation of the morrow

We’re two weeks into the virus scare
It’s obvious we were not prepared
It starts to spread
It’s in my head
People dying
People dead
Bored indoors
Warnings ignored
Taken lightly
Leading to discord
Between family
Between friends
I hope it’s not the end
Of our time here
There’s so much fear
It’s not leaving
It appears
Take precautions
Stay indoors
Wear a face mask
Or end up like the dinosaurs

‪Chilling days have befallen us ‬
‪As a virus states its claim‬
‪A global epidemic‬
‪Known only by it’s name ‬

‪I have not yet succumb to‬
‪It’s gripping cold embrace ‬
‪Surrounded by it’s energy ‬
‪I hope I’ll never have to face ‬

‪It’s only gaining speed now‬
‪How will it be contained ‬
‪Without a cure to save us‬
‪Our lives forever changed ‬

Mother used to say to me
When I had gotten out of line
Son, you have a destiny
You’re going to lead a life of crime
You’ve got nothing left to give
You only take away
This is a curse and not a gift
I’m not going to waste my time and pray
You are my greatest failure
Your father told you lies
That you could rule the world someday
But then he went and died
So my gift to you is this
You’re everything that I despise
You’ll never be the man he was
Handsome, strong, and wise
Listen up and stand up straight
I’ll give you some advice
You can’t succeed if you don’t try
Don’t make me have to tell you twice
There’s 1000 ways to die
Lift up your head as you walk away
Don’t ever let them see you cry
Someday you’ll settle down
And get yourself a wife
Son don’t make me have to tell you twice
There’s 1000 ways to die

Enchanted waters
To heal the soul
Letting go
Of all you know
Some piece of mind
For silent thoughts
Projected vibes
That can’t be bought
Relaxed, at ease
In warming glow
Rediscovering again
All there is to know

One may ask for curiosity
The question of authority
For the perfect storm;
The epitome
The illusion of a boyhood dream
Or one may come and
One may leave
When questioning the ability
To open doors, go fourth;
Be free
From the rules that stifle you and me

In the garden of the fallen
The reaper spreads his seeds
Only one thing seems to grow
Among the brush and weeds
Ravens perch as gravestones bloom
And the reaper sows his crops of doom
The loss of souls, some too soon
Rest at peace under the howling moon.

It’s only destiny
Predicted like a prophecy
Soon you’ll be here next to me
I saw it last night in a dream
I think it’s an oddity;
Honestly
I chose quality over quantity
I’m no expert, but I’m a prodigy
A little bashful, it’s just modesty
Don’t mind me
I’m a bona fide wanna be
That’s just my policy

A stroll along the railroad tracks
Headed towards the sun
A metaphor for what’s to come
To not just anyone
To you, to me, for what it’s worth
It signifies the truth
That all of us should one day be
The image of our youth
And capture every moment
Of every single day
To not only find our happiness
But to do it in our own way

Going down the steepest road
Waiting to explode
Finger on the trigger
Ready to unload
Hoping not to falter
Shattering the mold
Headed into battle
Returning to the zone
Just to restore the thought of peace
To everyone I know
That things are getting safer now
But we both know that’s not so

At the brink, the turning point
Near the waters edge
Looking down on an unfulfilled life
The muck, the weeds, the dredge
Gathering up the courage
To step down off the ledge
A promise to thine own self
My vow, my word, my pledge

Praise to the life force that drives my imagination
That keeps me young
Despite my obligations
Whether it be with words or paint
I cherish my creations
Despite all of my critics and their interrogations
I don’t let it get to me and cause me my frustrations
I would rather wait on the applause and the loud standing ovations
It gives me my inner peace and is truly my salvation
That clears my mind and rids me of my harnessed agitation
It keeps me glued in wonder, with utmost admiration
It has its way to lure me in, grab hold my captivation
And sends me on a journey, to fulfill my lifelong aspirations

Sunrise and sunbeams
Over morning mist
Percolating dew
Through the tall green grass
Beautiful balloons
Hover overhead
Rising to meet the sun
Amongst the scattered clouds
A promise of a perfect day
If nature dost allow
Though the air we breathe is dense
The flow of life persists

A get away
An escape
A conceptual embrace
Stories’ unfold
As they’re told
Deciphering real from fake
The imagination blossoms
Concepts are reborn
Prepared with an umbrella
For shelter from the storm

I miss the roar of the crowd
The feel and the sound
The viewing of sports
All the year round
I miss the steal and the dunk
Fans getting drunk
The swish out from three
From the top of the key
I miss the dive and the catch
I’ve grown so attached
Go away virus
I feel so detached