The ocean, the dark.
Light from lighthouse fading in and out.
Seagulls cry out over my limp body-
I'm alone.
I'm floating.
The waves, they are gentle with me-
The sea, She is calm on this dreary day.
Water lapping my ear-
I'm alone.
Water lapping my ear, I hear the seagulls calling-
I'm alone.
Water lapping my ear, I hear the seagulls calling-
I'm-

He who writhes, fallen quickly unable to rise
He who cries and groans of all the pains and heartache
He who trembles at the sight of man, who ******* at the site of woman
He who all woman want, his comforting touch, great love and all of his body.
Carry me to him tonight, he carry me along the path of blight.
He carry me towards Love and all her pleasant feelings
He who can hold me when Love leaves and please the ever restless mind my soul cries.
He carry me

I drag my feet along the cold wooden floor,
Fingertips tracing the outline of shelter-
Searching for more of the brownish drink.
Blood pounded through me as glasses from earlier course through my veins, my body.
A stark reminder of the drunken man I am.
I pour two more glasses-
Then I throw this empty bottle,
Angry at the world for this drink has vanished.
Scattered items in front of me meet the same fate as the bottle.
My kids, oh my kids, watching, wailing, pleading, unsure of how to stop me.
My wife, oh how she is watching me, cursing me, calling out the things that I do.
But I, the drunken man,
Can no longer see my wrongs.
Who is she?
No ill words will make me better
Only the smooth touch of a woman's feather.
I am.
The Drunken Man.

Mahogany colored eyes,
lured me in like fly to honey.
Mud colored hair-
thick and fair.
Sun riding the skin,
danger trailing behind,
I've become enchanted.
Days are longer,
Nights grow colder.
I am ****** into madness.
The Enchanter is my muse.
For the Enchanter I choose madness-
I choose insanity.
For anything I would do to stay here with the Enchanter.

I sit on this rock, singing my sour song
For any man weak enough will fall into the endless depths-
The dark current strong.
For I sing like a ***** into dusk until dawn.
For any man weak enough will fall.
Until He-
His face untouched by the sea.
Cheeks rosy of winter strife.
Soft voice carried by the tide,
A whisper lost to the crashing waves-
Yet as gentle as the dawn that saves.
He who will not fall.
Salt which clings to weathered skin
Not his-
His face pristine
A voyager pure of sin-
The sea his mistress, harsh and keen.
I sit on this rock singing this sour song-
To no avail.
I sit on this rock wailing this sour song-
He will not fall.
For his name Adam, the Sea-Man
Weak man he is not.
I sit on this rock screeching this sour song-
He who will not acknowledge my sour screeching.
Adam, The Sea-Man.

thump
Something lurking, stalking,
In the distance following.
thump.
Trees in hiding;
Swallowed by mist.
thump.
I cannot escape it.
Eyes closed-I'm suddenly naked.
thump.
thump.
It is here.
thump.
thump.
thump.
thump.
thum-

Angel.
Angel with no worries-
Angel with no care-
Angel who is content.
She knows not of the path of destruction that she wander aimlessly towards.
Sinning, sinner, she sinned.
The path, show her no mercy-
The path entice her, holding her, gripping her
Now she revel in temptation and horror.
Lust and worry,
Alcohol and sorrow.
Falling.
Now she is falling.
She is aware of her sins,
Aware of the horrible things she did.
She hold onto the sins,
They haunt her.
Never spared.

Hair on the brink of dying flames,
Eyes dark, lazy blue
Skin pale, hue only coming from drinking.
Intimacy not a ultimate goal.
Moody voice, hinted with Irish charm.
Dark, deep and light.
I lose the sense.
True love for literature,
Deep feelings for the myths,
Strong words for feelings.
First of all that I’ve talked to who talked with such beauty of interests.
Beauty of soul.
Then it changed, the intimacy I-
I harbor these feelings deeply now, years later
I cannot express them, aching and feeling.
Now I long for the same connection, only when  I’m drunk.

Spit spew from the *****’s mouth.
Snot dribbled onto parched lips.
Salty tears traveled down marble skin; dripping down chin.
Hands gripping onto the rope that bound her wrist together; ankles tied to the legs of the wooden chair, rubbed raw.
Her wail which was once loud and piercing, now low and of mumbled sobs.
White ***** sheet draped over her body soaked with, sweat, tears, spit, snot, and slobber.

What had she done to deserve this?
Who would pity the ***** who bore dark hair and marble blue eyes?
The woman who traveled across sea, she who mysteriously appeared in this small town.

She recklessly rocked in the wooden chair, back and forth.
Her wails and sobs did not stir the townspeople.
For they knew what she was.

Silence.

Her head hung. She was still.
She began to laugh, the chair began to shake, thudding against the floor hard. Loud.
She became hysterical. Now violent with her movements.

Watch her.
Do you see her?
Lifting off the ground and slamming back down.

Silence.
Raspy breathing. Heaving.
‘Morrow come she has yet to move.
Her breathing now shallow and loud.
Night fall; she slip rope and vanish.
Now only the moon know where the Red Woman travel.

Chilly air danced along my skin,
The candles whisper and dance an amber ancient song.
Even though this chilly night beseech the air sharp and cool,
My body still burned.
Still hot and angry.
The reason I do not know.
Then every so often my mind wander- longing.
No reasons come to mind why.
Finally, as my mind comes back from wandering, my eyes land on the candles once more.
The ancient dance I focus on.
The tiny flame warming me.
My mind.
My soul.

I travel sea,
with a name no one remembers.
I call out searching-
not a murmur is heard.
My boat is sinking; she is taking on water.
Deep within deadly things stir.
The sea is long. It is endless.
But I've only just begun.

I would search a thousand mountains,
Walk through hell barefoot,
Endless suffering and torture; all for this faceless man I dream of.
Lifetimes that span a thousand years,
For the sake and touch of him.
For what the memory fails to show me in dream, I conjure up in day.
As the world moves forward, I am stuck in past.
Restless and needy for a man who doesn’t know it.
For a man who doesn’t exist.
But what am I,
A dreamer in the night, floating away from body, soul searching.
Or am I a ***** in the shadows, dark and moody.
The search has just begun.

Waves lapped over each other,
Crashed down with a thunderous sound,
Rumbling and angry she was.
Capsized boats and sailors dead bodies-
They were the victims.

Calm now, silence.
Waves danced alongside each other,
She was pretty today.

Deep depths and dangerous,
Blue and black.
Mysterious animals frolicked along the bottom.
She harbors the secrets.

She is the sea.
Still a beautiful enigma,
Dangerous as ever.

The haunting melody of his name.
I cannot bear to tame.
So I bury his memory.
His character deep within the cold ground,
Skin silver void of life.
Eyes heavy with disgust; distant and hazy.
Dirt spilled over, covering his frame.
My thoughts are silent.
The haunting melody of his name.
The haunting gaze of his eyes.
I bury him deep and far away.