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Perfect ripple in Atlantic mist will
End up breaking on the beach at Fistral.
If you catch it you can soar on its crest,
And just for a second you can be the best,

And in that moment you are finally free.
You dance like a butterfly, buzz like a bee,
Give a little wave as you jump off the board;
Fly into the cloud for the Tik Tok hoard.

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For each perfect ripple there are masses more
That break in the wrong way or on the wrong shore,
Or smash in at midnight under moonless sky,
Or burst over your head as you ask yourself why

You were two minutes late setting out that day,
or the traffic light was red or the queue was way
Too long in the town for the coffee store.
The price was the same but it Costa much more

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Looking from above as the clock starts to crawl,
And the tide is rising and it’s beautiful an’all
It feels like it washes all the dead wood away,
Floating all my boats at the top of the day.

Rumination creeps like a drug over me.
I’m Stone cold sober but my mind runs free.
Lowrie matchstick tubthumpers in matchstick rain
The sea knocks them down but they’re soon back up again.

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Crawling back and forth they go in os-elation
They’re going nowhere fast from the no track station
Iz’ee up or isn’t he it’s hard to know for sure
When you’re failing round and round to win a few seconds more.

Hazy golden seagull king on golden throne,
Lazing on the sand telling the sea to go home.
Can u te ll me why he’s Trumpeting so loud?
Telling us we cannot send our memories to a cloud.

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Am I dreaming now or am i awake.
Ordering that kangaroo was that a mis-steak?
Real *** noodle from a glass jam jar.
Who the **** spilled Coca Cola all over my car?

High tide.  Broken water makes the rocks disappear
And it’s now.  I’m awake, and I’m really really here.
When you catch the perfect wave you ride it till it’s done
Coz you never never know if there will be another one.

I am the dying child of the fatal father internal,
I am the nourished child of the master and mother in me,
Once I was the starving child who was robbed of memories eternal,
But now I have found new life within the nectar of duality.

I am a dweller upon the wistful waves, uncertain,
I am estranged from the feeling of family,
My mind is but the dancing dust upon a wafting curtain,
This is mine, my naked bounty and nature's stark reality.

I was a bigot,
My body wrapped in red and white,
With blue eyes on stardom.

I was a saint,
Satan's servant with a Bible,
A man of God's war crimes.

I was a fundamentalist,
Funding mental lists of hate
With money stolen from the poor.

I was a colonist,
Carving out sacred land
For the benefit of my white body.

I was a misogynist,
Marking my territory like a dog,
******* on the other’s freedom.

I was an American,
A white straight man,
A brutal prodigy of the patriarchy.

I was
As he was,
A lineage that will be broken.

The clouds poured that day
When my mother took me in the church
I kneeled in front of a porcelain Mary
Who glared down in righteousness
So full of herself, i thought.

She should be a figure of strength
A warrior even, made by her virginal status
But you are still porcelain, I snarled
A slight push
And to pieces you go.

In the fear of the Divine
I confessed my sins
Her smile still cold and smirk like
Laughing ay my earthly worries
Dismissing my lonely sorrow.

I looked up again in pain and anger
Smothered by fear and angst
To be met with my mother’s face
Who stood in porcelain
Looking down in righteousness.