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I'm thinking about that boy                        Lost at Sea His eyes glazed over like a dead fish                       Death is a form of knowledge She was a storm         He never knew he was in her eye(s) But Tempest is, as Tempest does He was lured by Siren song Coral reefs,                   Hands, with nails too long I swear bees lived in them               Jellyfish like flowers               Pollen from their electrical Zaps! And they burrowed deep Messages in a bottle were collected         by the Hermit crab, not some mermaid His library ancient like the ones in the desert                                                             Or the CIA ii. I'm thinking about that boy                        Lost at Sea He was swallowed by a Plastic Whale (He did try to escape Media & Capitalism &...) A(t)las he was in the wrong Hemisphere     More like Pinocchio Just really good at telling lies Nets from old volleyball games                    from the Future dance like river sprites             far from home Volcanoes are failing                              At making new land Wolves become whales Pyramids sink and are like cheap motels of Atlantis We're all just gambling on one Apocalypse or another iii. I'm thinking...bubble..bubble             He's drowning Or maybe he forgot how to breathe Suddenly hooks catch his ankles         Harpoons & Atomic bombs melt      the plastic right of the bones                            of the whale Like a WWII fighter jet and target practice Blood limps in currents Jaws plays in his peripheral of his hippocampus The Great White passes him by Because he's not seen as important, we're not talking about ego here He takes off the anchors from his shoe laces, He was just trying to stay grounded But now he was just a Bad Pun with his Lungs the punchline His airhead carries him to the surface He's just a boy He can breathe This lost boy at Sea He makes a raft from his memories       And ties them together with ropes of trauma The kind of things you don't forget Like your name,          your parents that time you were a piece of wood split in two and later when the splinters finally settle       you're thrown into the fire The kinds of things you don't forget He floats towards mirages Typical, it's not paradise Ships and planes            A Sunkyard As if we built a factory in the sea             And it got sick   Coughing up decades of gears and pieces of a time machine              Oil and blood being same thing              Of course And Seagulls melting into toxins          Like the new, like mini dinosaurs A cycle of Fossil Food iv. Amelia,           The reason this boy was lost                                       at sea Looking for a woman real mythology But it should've been Lockhart Because unrequited is easy to come by The compass was made from his blind love It was obvious, this misdirection A Bermuda Triangle kind of affection So...he explores the ruins    Of Japan Tsunami and temples Cute girls and dimples Fish food only made the news for so long Sometimes when you put a seashell to your ear you can hear Shōnagon              or the screams of little girls in Sailor uniforms Their own uniforms like an arranged marriage                Tectonic plates roll the Earth                                 into Sushi   Last week California                    took a swim She was feeling a little Hot v. I'm thinking about that boy                        Lost at Sea And he's trying to walk on the waves                        Like a Savior He can't even save himself from his own ego       It's like the Mariana trench If she didn't have all that depth She was just Another girl. His lust was vast, that compass might as well                                                                                                                               have been in his pants Soon he can't tell The sky from Sea Or himself and Humanity He looks down and can't see his toes                 then his knees He's been lost at sea too long... Fog like ******* Sea **** He's been lost at sea too long.. So he becomes a Seahorse Tries to be a Father               without any Sand dollars or a Safe Harbor My mother was beautiful,               She was an Iceberg You hurt her with all your global warming She moves on Slowly      Settles for a Lighthouse Who only looks at her so often The Moon reincarnates me Because I am the tide.            Rising, falling    Constant Just the Historian.
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
A History of the Ocean
I'm thinking about that boy                        Lost at Sea His eyes glazed over like a dead fish                       Death is a form of knowledge She was a storm         He never knew he was in her eye(s) But Tempest is, as Tempest does He was lured by Siren song Coral reefs,                   Hands, with nails too long I swear bees lived in them               Jellyfish like flowers               Pollen from their electrical Zaps! And they burrowed deep Messages in a bottle were collected         by the Hermit crab, not some mermaid His library ancient like the ones in the desert                                                             Or the CIA ii. I'm thinking about that boy                        Lost at Sea He was swallowed by a Plastic Whale (He did try to escape Media & Capitalism &...) A(t)las he was in the wrong Hemisphere     More like Pinocchio Just really good at telling lies Nets from old volleyball games                    from the Future dance like river sprites             far from home Volcanoes are failing                              At making new land Wolves become whales Pyramids sink and are like cheap motels of Atlantis We're all just gambling on one Apocalypse or another iii. I'm thinking...bubble..bubble             He's drowning Or maybe he forgot how to breathe Suddenly hooks catch his ankles         Harpoons & Atomic bombs melt      the plastic right of the bones                            of the whale Like a WWII fighter jet and target practice Blood limps in currents Jaws plays in his peripheral of his hippocampus The Great White passes him by Because he's not seen as important, we're not talking about ego here He takes off the anchors from his shoe laces, He was just trying to stay grounded But now he was just a Bad Pun with his Lungs the punchline His airhead carries him to the surface He's just a boy He can breathe This lost boy at Sea He makes a raft from his memories       And ties them together with ropes of trauma The kind of things you don't forget Like your name,          your parents that time you were a piece of wood split in two and later when the splinters finally settle       you're thrown into the fire The kinds of things you don't forget He floats towards mirages Typical, it's not paradise Ships and planes            A Sunkyard As if we built a factory in the sea             And it got sick   Coughing up decades of gears and pieces of a time machine              Oil and blood being same thing              Of course And Seagulls melting into toxins          Like the new, like mini dinosaurs A cycle of Fossil Food iv. Amelia,           The reason this boy was lost                                       at sea Looking for a woman real mythology But it should've been Lockhart Because unrequited is easy to come by The compass was made from his blind love It was obvious, this misdirection A Bermuda Triangle kind of affection So...he explores the ruins    Of Japan Tsunami and temples Cute girls and dimples Fish food only made the news for so long Sometimes when you put a seashell to your ear you can hear Shōnagon              or the screams of little girls in Sailor uniforms Their own uniforms like an arranged marriage                Tectonic plates roll the Earth                                 into Sushi   Last week California                    took a swim She was feeling a little Hot v. I'm thinking about that boy                        Lost at Sea And he's trying to walk on the waves                        Like a Savior He can't even save himself from his own ego       It's like the Mariana trench If she didn't have all that depth She was just Another girl. His lust was vast, that compass might as well                                                                                                                               have been in his pants Soon he can't tell The sky from Sea Or himself and Humanity He looks down and can't see his toes                 then his knees He's been lost at sea too long... Fog like ******* Sea **** He's been lost at sea too long.. So he becomes a Seahorse Tries to be a Father               without any Sand dollars or a Safe Harbor My mother was beautiful,               She was an Iceberg You hurt her with all your global warming She moves on Slowly      Settles for a Lighthouse Who only looks at her so often The Moon reincarnates me Because I am the tide.            Rising, falling    Constant Just the Historian.
#heartbreak#depression#lost#nature#thoughts#ocean#sea#california#japan#impressionist
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
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