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L 16h
I will never see your eyes,
nor the constellations in the sky.
I will never hear your voice,
nor feel the breeze in my sail.
I will never see your smile,
nor see the horizon.
I will never feel your love,
nor the waves in the sea.
I will never see you,
nor the shore.
Well, I often dream
of the fiery gleam
when the sunlight hits the water,
and the mountains mean,
and the valleys green,
and the diving of the scoters.

I see my home
and the rising foam
from the frigid and briny ocean;
I see my wife,
and I see the life,
I worked for with devotion.

I see the ships
as they eclipse
through the horizon on the tide,
and I see my crew,
the brave young few
who stood with me by my side.

We bled and sweat
nearly caught our death
in the freezing Northern air,
and with each trawl
we gave our all
so we could earn our share.

And with each day
we toiled away,
'cause we thought our dreams were near.
So we caught a'plenty
for the Smiths and Pennys,
till we left the ocean bare.

And with our time
they made their dimes
then showed us to the door.
So we hid our pride
behind smiling eyes,
and went to sea no more.

I guess days go by
and greed runs high
with your trust in merchant's hands?
So we gave a sigh
and said goodbye
to dear old Newfoundland.

And for nothing more
than a penny sure,
those liars and those *******,
they ***** us blind,
and they left behind
we men you call your fathers.

So we headed west
just like the rest
for a life in Edmonton.
But in our veins,
the sea remains
and we will rise again.

So I say
to all of ye'
proud young Newfoundlanders,
learn from our mistake,
and by *** take
our land from those liars and philanderers.

Then one by one
perhaps your sons
will walk hand in hand,
and one day
by Christ proclaim
they've reclaimed old Newfoundland.
Clouds like elephant skin,
And palaces of cotton candy,
Seats snoring softly,
As music wanders in a maze of
Honey thoughts and melancholy
Warm breath making hearts in the window,
Overlooking a sparkling sea,
As I dream of wings carved from glass
Searching for eyes to find me.
I thought about Norfolk and Norfolk folk,
And Norfolk bricks and the Norfolk coast,
I thought of winds in a hollow dune and waveless seas
Where the heat washed a breeze -
Into a summer fret!

Where hawking gulls who balance by
point towards straight roads at sunrise
Where the hillocks fall down to
The summer's edge

In the wash of the Gibraltar flats
Reflected fractions of a perfect sky
Form blue pools in the heated sand
The stuff of dreams
That Norfolk
Camryn 1d
I find it so hard to understand you
With all your great secrets and mystery,
but  how can one truly understand you,
As I am the Captain and you the sea.

You’re mesmerizing with the life you hold,
And there is nothing to compare to your beauty,
So I ignore all the tales I was told,
That it is dangerous to befriend the sea.

But so quickly do your winds turn and roar,
And as your deep, warm waters start to turn cold,
You start to fight me in another war,
But I did not listen to the tales we were told.

And tomorrow, will your waters be warm,
Warm as they are before the second storm.
Swimming against the waves,
forcing myself to swim.
I'm tired, but not dead yet.

Oh, how easier it would be
to let the waves carry me,
how tempting is a surrender,
how relieving must be
giving up, not staying afloat.

But how much more tempting is
a fight with the current,
when you know
that you can win, if you only want.

Swimming against the waves,
exhausted, in need of a break,
with no strenght left,
with muscles like sponge.

Something is telling me
not to give up,
and carry on,
so I carry on.
For a cough,
Breathe in the Sea air.
For a headache,
Breathe in the Ocean.
For life,
Breathe in Oxygen.

I trust yet I'm suspicious
I love yet I'm hateful
I laugh loud but I cry
I observe, I'm not blind
I try so hard by confidence
Try harder, esteem breaks
I stand strong with laughter
Locked deep, my ferno rage
I clam up
Guards up
Shields up
Inside, the shards of my bones
Laughter to me is a sword
with two faces
I see the argent lighthearted face,
but my eye is locked on its
shadowed edge
Malicious, cruel, sharp and swift
Sheathed ever so deep into my heart
I can hear the echoes more than feeling the pain
I pick so blindly at an open wound
My mind is a riot, a murked brew
of emotions
Time will heal the wounds,
but it's a scar I'll always remember
Anger screams
Sadness cries
Frustation seethes
A joke, am I?
The sun is dead
Blocked out by echoes
So disoriented
Heart pulses
I cannot think...

Trying to calm a turbulent sea that currently is my mind...
Lyn x
The divine almighty
of the crooked earth
made the weakened crawl
with dirt dragging into
our chipped fingernails
like the paint on our homes

Her flood of chaos ignited the flames
and her flames burnt down the only
hope we had: the sea
& her mighty craft
swept our flatlands into the ocean
like dirt under a rug
or ice under a fridge
and we were engulfed in the fire
that our own hands caused

She came down on us with her wrath
ripping herself apart in the process
just to show us she is the divine almighty
and then the moon betrayed us
followed by the sun

Checked out on us like a motel for ***** couples
Who turned off the lights to save the electricity
Soft melodies of the deep sea echo
Moonlight dances on my pretty scales
And icy bubbles whirl under my vest
Through my slippery hair
And down into my lungs to clear the way for overflowing foam
Laughter splashes behind my lips as my anticipation rises
Waiting for a night of twisted fairy-tales.

Shimmering bodies swarm in spirals
Grinding in unison with the waves crashing at the surface
We're anxious for overflowing foam and hidden treasures
Purple light pierces the dark like shards of crystals
Casting a ghostly shade on bulbous faces
Pressure rises as each wave surges
Whirlpools of hot breath suffocate our gills
But the sidelines are shallow
And stragglers float motionless

Hair like seaweed at the nape of his neck
Unbuttoned linen soaked and dripping
Her hollow eyes glow green
Like the jelly orbs of a fish under florescent lights
She’s pressed against a boy who has hooks for fins
Searching for the parts that are edible
Tender, Scale-less, Slippery
Nothing wrong with being the catch of the day

Bubbles rise and pop as the last melodies drown
Schools of us are begging for shiny hooks and bad decisions
A handsome boy has been smiling all the while
He’s caught in a fisherman’s net
Craving salty lips and the spell to make him a man
But fisherman don't care for little mermaids
With hearts like sea glass and no hidden treasures to steal

Sweaty fins splash and cheer
The fishbowl shatters
Sea glass spills out onto sand
We squirm and flop onto land
Gasping without air to breathe
As our mouths and ***** thoughts dry in the sun
Leaving behind fresh meat without mouths to feed.

Rainbow confetti was stuck in the grooves of my scales
Wet clothes left on the floor of a steamy bathroom
Gasping and moaning into tile
Who's face was a handsome stranger
Because this meat shouldn't go to waste
And I'm drunken with desperation
For overflowing foam, jewels, and shiny hooks
But I'm just another fish in the sea
Tumbling in the waves with my rainbow confetti scales.
A school dance
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