Waves over and over' does not make a sound does not care'
In a box called comfort zone, there you see waves of different
shapes, colors, sometimes he does not wave.
She is not waving back, why so serious, why must the waves have something to say when
no one is there to listen.
Did you understand the lesson in life? If not you will be stuck in the waves over and over'
Waves are sent as signs not just to admire but to realize there is some one out there who is listening, watching what type of waves are out there.
Like sardines in a can, the waves of scent are so inviting. waves over and over.
Shall we or shall we not? why not? just a wave that passes by like many others. did you forget to wave back?
Waves over and over, will catch up to your front step.
Waves overflowing in the open, where all can reach out and grab the waves.
Waves over and over are meant for only the true one who will wave back with wild love and heart full of joy. Still here, with the waves'
Waves over and over 'but never waved back.

Ocean,
If you can have a vision of riding with the tides, do it and bring ideas of new creations?  In your hardest and darkest times when you see things for what they really are created for, where do we go from here.
Who you see in your thoughts will give you the strength to never stop trying. Make sure to never forget.
The ocean is a neverending cycle on the outside with the changes in time. And, the inside of the ocean is a  deep sea with a world of many different life forms. No, we are not alone.
The ocean can send out soothing wave sounds that cradle you back and fourth for eternity.  Are they messages from the unknown? Is it the before's and are we the after's?
Playful taps on my back, keep still and listen, and listen, and listen to the wrestling and beating sounds of the ocean, so cold to the touch. Is it a passing storm?  
Do you think or do you just have a quick reaction to where, when and how? The ocean controls the pounding roars, and splashes salty water on your face' that awakens you from your dreams.
Breathing in the fresh breezy ocean air is a antidote to living life, with every breathe you wash away all your fears.
With rushing waters drifting deep into the ocean, waterfalls and birds chirping , taking back the moment in times.
Was it a make believe dream?
Or, just one person's dream? Along the shore further away from a day dream, is the reality that will last until eternity.
The ocean, so cold and silent, it shows you the beauty of the storm from within'
The eye of the storm, do you see what brings me back to this place I truly miss. Every time I leave the ocean, I keep you  in my heart always close to me, where you belong.
For the ocean is endless, deep and can reach the point of no return' Far, far away you will go, did you find your way back?

Mirror, Mirror
What do you see?
Why so gloomy and down is there no sunshine in the air?
So dark and cold, there must be light where I can see my reflection.
Help me find light, where can I go? Here, there or anywhere.
I can't tell where the path takes me. Can you show me the way?
It looks safe to go on the smooth path but, I rather go on the rocky road Where I Can see the creatures of the underground in the cracks.
It is nice to know the journey will be a safe one.
Mirror, Mirror why so gloomy? Just like the sunshine, I also like the Storms for after the rain, I get to see the rainbows.
Mirror, Mirror what do you see?

Love
Love can be many things in a relationship
A relationship can mean many things
Many things are related to many more things
If you make an effort to pay close attention to the little things in life
You will appreciate the love that is right in front of you
Love is what you see and how you feel after you appreciate the
Little things in life. As you go forward in life give a piece of your love To those who deserve the attention and who will appreciate the little Things in life  more, which is called love!

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pause,
Their shoulders high like the
******* of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,
Men.

One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Air disappears,
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.

Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
Knowing something.
Going someplace.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.

Maybe.