Let me know when your at the sea ,
And we will hold hands together
When the waves try to get to you
I'll absorb them into my chest
While you protect yourself behind me .

Let our lips whisper underwater
The ripples our messengers
Take our stories to the other ends
Sweetheart there's a world beneath
Where the sun sleeps in the oceans' cradle

At sea there is a calmness I tell you
Where the haziness of the heart
Will flow away
When we leave our footprints on the sands
The sea carries them away
And frames them for the creatures to see
That yes !there are some stories written on her ***** forever to be

Poets are word canaries
prepared to die in dark, airless places.
Poets are sharp sirens
alert, alarmed and warning of the firestorm.

Poets can read
tree bark calligraphy of knots and scars.
Poets decipher codes
and shrewd puzzles, bold and enigmatic.

Poets ignore the talk of Angels
their prophecies and broken promises
Poets turn over Tarot cards
lay out rune stones, fearless of the future.

Poets steer clear
of treasure, jewels and golden ingots.
Poets climb ladders
and stairways cut in rock and stone.

Poets can see beyond
apple blossom, lilac blooms and dead lilies.
Poets find the past
in patterns of stars and the orbit of comets.

Poets lick salt
relishing the wounds and tears.
Poets throw life-belts
wreaths onto empty oceans.

Poets split existence
into life and death with nothing between.
Poets sift ashes
and sand for the rough edges of infinity.

These oceans are named Between.
Yes, I know them all.
They've separated me before
By water's solid wall.

But I imagine when I
Jump and make a splash
At my local Brighton beach
That ripple travels
To your shore so
You're never out of reach!

And at these rugged shores
That ripple reaches land.
As good as any letter penned,
A wave; an outstretched hand.

Like a message in a bottle
I hope it reaches you
Every nuance of my love and care
Dripped in oceans blue

Much more comfort in that
Bottle, than the one before
Me now. Its insides shared
With me; still I am emptier
...somehow.

Well you can't run on empty
So let me fill your cup
With seashells whispers
Wisdom pearls
And jellied joy to
Fill you up

A whispered wish
An uttered prayer.
That space that pushes
Here from there to
Disappear; give room for
Place to share as lair,
There's places everywhere...

Drifting and
Drifting
And further apart the tides will stretch us

Your love was the horizon
A steady boundary-embrace.
I can’t find you anymore

The worst of the damage is
The corrosion caused by jealousy
By loneliness and
Fear

Undermining my stability
Eroding the chains to my anchors
Lessons I should have learnt long before you
Long before
Now.

Because that’s the hardest thing to swallow, isn’t it?
That I knew this would happen because it’s happened before.

Too many times
I’ve watched the people I love drift away, tie themselves to others..
Create a spot in their hearts where I’m nothing but a memory.

And yet I let you come close.
Why
Do I torture myself like this?

A picture is worth a thousand words but a word can paint a thousand pictures,
Depending on where you stand with your current emotional mixture,
Is it really so hard to Imagine everything isn't what we see?,
But only a picture in our minds of what we really want it to be?,
Intentions are energy made manifest by the way we carry on our day,
Reality is simply a karmic dance and we choose what music to play,
There's this indescribable beauty hidden in and all around,
What vibrates in our minds and hearts came from the sky and ground,
How small we are with endless space lurking in waiting within,
We really are deep vast oceans with our bodies as layers of ice so thin,
I wish so bad you could come with me I want to take you to the quiet,
But we can only meet there in harmony once you have decided to try it,
Thoughts are like food we can pick and choose which ones to digest,
The complexity of simplicity is clarity when we finally put our minds to rest.

Breathing the same air
Staring at the same sky
Yet standing on different lands

I find solitude in the desolation
You ease upon the thought of separation
Yet we cannot find peace in our hearts

Knowing full well we have only time
To wait and words to bottle up
Two oceans between two bodies
Yet we can never scream without being heard

the world is fading away - blues to gray, oceans to ash. there is death on the lips of strangers, in the eyes of my
family, in the soul of my lover.
my fingers are turning blue.

every day, the same song is played - beginning with solo piano, a somber, bleak melody, soon joined by strings and a clear soprano voice, echoing and piercing, ominous, haunting.

it is the prettiest death march I have ever heard.

fire consumes the trees, the sky, houses and buildings, but it cannot touch my heart, covered in ice and snow.

the river runs red with blood.

blood from strangers, my family, my lover.

and I am alone, waiting for death.
I am surrounded by red rivers and
ash-filled seas, fire - but death has only
taken my skin, bruised and black, and my heart, not my soul.

the sky is drenched in darkness.

I prepare their epitaphs as blood rains from the swollen sky.

our fears
Are made up,
Drawn in the sand.
Our fears
Will be erased
By the various tides
Of the oceans

So let our fears
And our hurt
Be washed away
It's okay to let go
Of our fears
That keep us in our shells

We need to be the little *****
That love to come out
And experience all that the world has to offer
And that let go of what is blocking our way out
To the sunshine
And the oceans