The ocean hums a mournful tune,
Beneath a sky of midnight hue,
And in the dark, the lighthouse stands,
A lonely flame in endless blue.

Its beacon sweeps the endless tide,
A pulse of light through mist and gloom,
But no ship sails these waters now,
Just shadows that the waves consume.

The keeper, in his weathered coat,
Leans by the window, cold and still,
His only friend the distant fog,
His thoughts as wild as winter’s chill.

He hums a song the wind once sang,
A tune of sorrow, love, and loss,
While waves crash on the jagged rocks,
And echoes of the past are tossed.

The lighthouse hums its ancient blues,
A song for those who wander far,
For sailors lost to endless seas,
And dreams adrift beneath the stars.

Bitcoin is my lifeboat
In the midst of raging waves
Specifically designed
As a tool that builds and saves

Bitcoin is my harbor
For the value that I earn
Secure and well protected
Once I take the time to learn

Bitcoin is my lighthouse
Marking where the dangers lie
And showing me the benefits
Of a firm and fixed supply

Bitcoin is my anchor
Giving focus to my days
Improving daily habits
In so many helpful ways

Bitcoin is my haven
As I rest in nightly sleep
And plan for many years
With the funds I safely keep

Lighthouse, built upon the sand
Of masonry so thick,
Wrought of gold and silver. Grand!
Built up Brick by Brick.

Your light"s the finest ever made!
Your precious stones, they glitter!
Babes around you laugh and Wade,
Butterflies swan. Bluebirds twitter!

You've worked so hard to build it!
You took such precious time!
You wasted not a second to sit
You wanted it Sublime!

It WANTED you to work for it!
It berated with a frown,
But when the storm and lightning hit
It came tumbling down!

For it was built on sand, my friend,
Those who built it did not care.
No Foundation held it, in the end,
It's destruction brought despair.

Ships there sailing on the sea
Crashed horrid on the rocks!
No one paid that they'd be free
They didn't walk their talks.

That lighthouse built upon the sand
It is deadly, friend.
But it is all so wonderfully planned!
So they built it all again.nn


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

God made me into a marionette
He pulled me from the dust
He scooped me out of coals.
He breathed life into my belly
and now they call me animated earth.
He carved my bones from alabaster stones
long buried under piles of pine needles and leaves
He sang songs of Light and Life
and put them in my ears
and taught me all the words
and cut me silver keys.
now i stand up tall
like the Lighthouse of Alexandria
or the Colossus of Rhodes
i take showers under jungle waterfalls
full of orchid petals
and with angel fish climbing up the rock walls.
my head and all my limbs are hanging by
golden silken strings and threads
and where I walk the moss and lichens grow.
He fashioned my eyes from glass
blown over the hot geysers
and sulfur springs
of thermopylae
and the salt basin dunes.
He plucked my pupils from the pregnant blackness
of the Void.
He struck them over steel and flint
and the sparks made it bright enough to see.
my heart is a time-piece
keeping minutes with its beats
like a great shadow cast behind a sphere.
the elements once kept me apart from me my identity,
I was a hungry ghost
walking around town like a hypodermic voodoo doll.
everytime I turned around
I tripped over another basket full of rattlesnakes
hissing from both ends.
I gave up and crossed my heart
and gave it over to the chemical egregore
hoping I would die while somehow staying alive
and learning how to fly away home-
so i could leave all the piles of ashes and teeth alone
and maybe plant a rose garden.

but God made of me a marionette
strung me up from strings of silken gold.
He breathes for me,
and dances me to the music of the spheres
and now the whole planet is a
Hanging Garden of the Fallen Babylon
and now I keep snakes
as exotic pets
and as company
when i’m lonely
and for afternoon tea.