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The conscious sea arrests hold of me,
Collective knowledge streams to my head,
With new eyes of three, I now can see,
I’m swimming in secrets of the dead.

A tideless sea, of consistency,
Not up nor down, behind or ahead,
All Life dissolved in pure unity,
All life woven from a single thread.

One drop is whole– The Entirety,
Reality fits on a pin’s head,
Uprooting all I thought there to be,
Replacing it with nothing instead.

Thoughts absent beyond duality,
And time crawls while elusive and sped,
All is formless unfettered and free,
And no words say what needs to be said.
Yusuf 2d
Come aboard this submarine,
and observe the sea,
so peaceful and serene,
yet terrifying.

Ebbing and flowing,
never shrinking nor growing,
the tides come
for payment due.

Waves crash and slash,
writhing and weaving,
smoothing rocks,
bringing seashells
but spreading plastic.

Coral grows in a thousand hues
amidst the bright and dreary blues.
Fish and octopi wander
unaware of the world so sombre.

Debris and rotting bones sink,
along with skin and dust,
uncaring and indifferent.

Descend into these darkened depths,
no, no need for eyes,
do try and hold your breath.

Curling tails and bladed mandibles,
they promise to only take a bite.
Deceiving lights and crushing pressure,
this place welcomes not.

Finally.
At the depths.
The water crushes your skull,
and you are truly free.

Why is there a plastic bag?
There's plenty of fish in the sea
But you weren't just another fin tail
You were the gorgeous waters itself 
I drown myself in your passion
My entire world flooded with your love
A hurricane that wrapped my heart
So when you left without a drop
When the love dried to the bone 
And my world is now dust and empty 
How could I ever want a fish
When it was the ocean herself
That filled my love
If Saturn should fall into the sea,
Would my name still echo in your dreams?
Or fade into the shadowed abyss,
Where love lies lost beside Atlantis?

No flicker shall cause my flame to hide,
Nor drown it beneath the shattered tide,
But your name would linger in my dreams—
If Saturn should fall into the sea.

And though the stars should softly murmur,
A dirge over the sapphire waters,
Your eyes remain so tender, so bright—
A votive flame against the night.

When at last these waves becalm their motion,
And starlight gleams over velvet ocean,
I’ll stand on the shore we share in my dreams—
Though Saturn has fallen into the sea.

©️5/8/2025 David Cornetta
Made a few revisions to the original
Victoria, Victoria!
 Who sailed the restless sea,
Borne upon wuthering waves
 Aboard The Laura Lee.

Leaving from New England,
 Fair Victoria Marie,
Bound to reach her husband’s arms
 Across the brooding deep.

As she clutched the railing,
 ‘Neath a blackening sky,
She whispered into the wind—
 “To thee, my love shall fly.”

Beneath, a seething Hell;
 Above, a timpani.
A shrieking gale snapped the mast
 And lashed The Laura Lee.

Sails torn by howling wind,
 As thunder shook the sky,
While towering waves swallowed
 The Lee’s last desperate cry.

Deep into the tempest,
 The terror of the sea
Rent the maiden’s ship apart
 And took her to its keep.

As the tide grew silent,
 And the gale died down,
The Heav’ns thundered her knell—
 For fair Victoria drowned.

Victoria, Victoria!
 Now rests beneath the sea,
Within a wooden coffin,
 Once called The Laura Lee.

©️2025 David Cornetta
Babe A May 3
You remind me of nighttime storms,
blooming light across the sky.
Before you, silence crawled beneath my skin.

You remind me of distant horizons
above the sea—
one eye, beginning to an end;
the other, endless tide.

Wearing each other’s shadows,
stirring meadows,
pouring rain,
lifting ocean into the air.

That’s when we laugh and walk.
That’s when we sit and talk.

You remind me of flames
I cannot take my eyes off of—
warmth that you are,
glow that enfolds your soul.

Only nothing says never,
with You, burning forever.
Silvestre May 3
crash and slam---
into the silver reflection,
where
I see myself
on the waters,
my thoughts
go astray
and begin
a riot in
my mind,
shattering
what's left of me
The world is quiet now; the fading light
lies soft upon the hills, a gentle glow.
The sea extends beneath the coming night,
each wave a pulse of time in ceaseless flow.

Come stand with me, and hear the waters speak—
No voice of comfort, but a hollow song
of yearning deep, cruel, and forever bleak,
where hope and reason drown in tides too strong.

The clash is clear—our hearts, aflame with dreams,
cry out for meaning on the endless main,
yet nature answers not, and all that seems
secure is lost, like fire in the rain.

But let us not falter at the cold shore,
nor flee to gods or myths to dull the ache,
for though no meaning waits beyond the score,
this life we hold is ours alone to make.

And still the waves press on without regret,
indifferent to the cries that fill the air.
So we must stand unshaken, though beset
by stillness vast and burdens hard to bear.

Though life is fleeting, dark, and void of plan,
there’s beauty still—in love, in thought, in man.
TheLees May 1
Splinters from a dead tree, afloat at sea,
burrow into my neck,
jolting me awake at sunset,
reminding me that the thorns serve
to keep us looking to the horizon
for a softer place to lay.

Maybe life can drift. Maybe it can float by,
like wood that forgot it was part of a forest.
I too was torn from the forest,
adrift without the ones
who once held me steady.

But then,
in the blur of a mirage,
I’d land on pain’s shore.
And I’m sure
that life, out on that log,
was gentler than this:
fire ants, rocky beaches,
the carcass of a beached whale,
and creatures that never found their way
back to the sea.
Simon Bridges Apr 29
I'll wash my words in the sea
Some may descend
         Never be seen

They may disperse
Within the seven oceans
            Await judgement    

Or be ignored
Left to evaporate
Condensed  
       To rain
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