We strive to drift
On these cliff
Which we struggle to cruise
In reach of our goals

Scars in our feels
Journeys on our feet
In which hope peels
And **** the abuses
We ever feared

Paper preaches our existence
Life rob our occurrence
In a world of oneness
Manipulated by our weakness

Oh dear Women,
The wake has come
To coil our unionism
To roar our attribute
That stand tall on us

Never alone should you feel
As a whole we exist
To heal our struggles
In realm of our cliff.

Harmony, Truth, & Power
It comes through Love.
Never by manipulation.
Never by force.
Light seeking Light
Power & Truth opening Spirit
Embracing ...
Heart to Heart
Every spark within
Every world and every universe
Unfolding within each
The Inner Spark of each creative dance
Expanding eternally, into infinity...
Never by force.
Never by manipulation.
It comes through Love
Harmony, Truth & Power

A wave implodes,
impaled upon
impassive rocks...

this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...

you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur:

telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before,

here where you have left no mark
upon this dark
Heraclitean shore.

Heraclitus said we can't step in the same river twice, because it won't be the same river and we won't be the same either. Everything is in a constant state of flux, thus "nothing returns / as it was before." Lovers who part will not be the same people if they reunite later.

if i cannot sing
      and cannot touch
i will prove that
       i can heal myself
through the act
       of healing others

You're reaching the town
I left at your incentive
Your verb was a noun
My verb an adjective
I've built a rapport
On breaking my own heart unprovoked
You've built a house
You lie in it and burn to dust

The wave looked small from a distance
But they stood beside us with their large ships
“We’ll fight” they said
“Together” they said
Then when it came with all its glory
There was no one left but us
Fighting the water with our small rickety boat.