..      ..   .. . . Me..~~.
             the               )
    board  
   water
gravity
4:00 am
peel on the
suit...just the
******* are out
and the sharks to boot.
Paddle out in between sets ...it's a bit chilly, ain't ready yet............

gotta warm up, so I **** in the suit...

Here we go ready for flight..
Let the first roller cruise
right on by,.....the next one's breaking perfectly..10 feet high.

Tip the board on 180 and cup my hands....one two three strokes.... all the way to the sand....
cuz that's how we roll,
the dawn patrol band.

She was on the sea
A sea full of her tears
She thought she was alone on the boat
She thought she was helpless
She thought she has nobody in her life
Until she saw my paddles on her boat.

Swimming in the puddle of water
feeling like a deep into the ocean
Sun lights comes in warm current surrounding me

I hear the voices over my head
Smuggling the words from other day
Wonderng the other’s life like dog in the old mans house
But I keep swimming the beneath of puddle.

My feet were paddling in the shallow ebbs
Of depression, I was poised on the edge.
But I could feel the waters surrounding
My being, and I was submerged in all.

I was immersed in sorrowful deliberation,
Where only parts were consumed now
All was submerged in tempered angst.
I was drowning slowly within myself.

When their is only darkness there is
Always a shadow of light lingering
Deep inward. Within some it is submerged
To deep to grasp a faint echo of hope.

For those who embrace that flicker of
Cleansing aspiration, the shores beckon
Once again. though their feet still wade
In the shallow edges but they are alive.

*"Even in darkness there is a glimmer to hold onto,