1. the seas laugh in raucous-hacks as the waves cough up the corpses of my dreams at my feet, they come in from the swell of tides seeming no more than spongy sea-**** with sun-skin points bloated fish who didn't make it swollen seals with child
and the blue-boy on the whale's back confident-smiles draped upon his demeanour like a well-worn cloak of old-comfort soft and velvety secrets hide inside the folds of his true-age and pure-soul
nobody would believe how many trips he had to make to get to this shore how many deaths he had to live through to understand the purpose how many tears he saw shedding of nature's total-patience how many of so much..
2. on the back of a whale he traverses the width of seas the span of lands the points of stars the truth of man and he grieves the piteous-souls whose backs break so hard on the interminable-wheel of penitence turning and grinding grinding grinding.. always bent upon that gauntlet-grind if they but knew how futile the turn.. carrying loads of mercy and goodness only to see it seep out wounds ere journey's end
3. cruel deified-laughter exists not at man's readiness to crucify hope with such four-square certainty that redemption lies in suffering..
oh no..
4. faint sounds of laughter on a broad-coast whose sands give way to shy-dossiers of nature's confidence in the evening sun secrets that I neglected to see.. first time round have I failed myself.. ? (but not again)
when awareness taps one on the shoulder, is it not utter-folly to turn one's back on resplendence that all the leaves and seas are willing to share?
true-beauty lies in covert-blossoms and opened-eyes and saying.. yes when the sun-breeze dawns*
S T - sunnyday, 24 Nov 2013
oh, heavens... what a stunningggggg day!
sub: fishy
1. rainbow-fishy on see-through sheet
layers reveal foliage beneath
transparent lives in breeze of eve
2. fish of wood, times two hang open from a rope unison in blue-tails no blood-guts spilled
they sleep tonight in dream-float awe away from the boats of man