#navigation
The LIGHTHOUSE
BEAMS out a
BEACON OF LIGHT,
to direct SHIPS and MARINERS
during the
DARKENED NIGHT.
It helps to GUIDE THEM,
and gives
NAVIGATION,
On the SEAS, for the SHIPS
to their FINAL DESTINATIONS.
This POEM, that I write
is said to BE TRUE.
We are just like these SHIPS,
we need GUIDANCE TOO.
B.R.
Date: 07/3/2023
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
Is something I can teach,
At sea or on land,
Use of a compass
And a parallel rule,
Dividers and a plotter,
All to find out where I am
Where I wish to be
And what course to steer,
In matters of the heart,
Also - as do we all -
I do my best to plot
A course to best effect,
But lately I have been
All at sea in darkness,
Steering by dead reckoning,
And raw blind hope,
A nerve racking
Time sailing blind,
Unaware how sands may shift,
How deep the seas or shallow,
How far away the land,
Until now at last the sun has risen,
The darkest hour has passed,
And you my darling destination
Are right across my bow
Dec 17, 2023
Dec 17, 2023 at 6:34 PM UTC
Tis the season to be falling
Tis the season to be gay
Tis the season to be flying
Higher, farther, away ~
Chains loosened she calls to her mother
An earthy musk, grains of sand, mud on her face. A scruffy mutt laying listlessly on the tarmac, ribs rattling with the effort of each breath. She is home.
Muted flames thrashing in its cage, raging in the midst of civilization, a crucifixion of sorts. Tearing at its hair wildly, the masses trickling by, mouth agape in a silent scream. Ashes mixed into pieces of scalp, begging to be found.
Oblivious to a sound like thunder, clapping in one's ears. Strangled scream lost in translation, a language so old none could decipher. Fear wielding urgency, a disguise of desperation, depression.
Refusing to be still.
Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 5:16 AM UTC
Some nights I lie awake in bed yearning to forget
Running into walls plastered with pictures of regret
I've lost all sense of direction
Wandering a mental maze
Roaming in circles
Dark foggy daze
When I let the demons guide
The road turns rough and winded
But how else do I navigate
When my own eyes are blinded?
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
To this day on
I have not thrown away your photos –
they have invaded the closet;
lie in the company of broken navigation
next to the meetings at places that are gone.
Focusing my thoughts:
I believe in wounds healed by time,
not sometime,
but sometime
I forget to take out the trash.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 5:26 AM UTC
You'll never know how near the edge we came,
sailing past the world that's known to men.
Your ignorance, good Captain, was to blame
for the risks we took. You do not ken
how fragile was the ship, nor how the crew
was suffering in waters cold, beyond
our charts of isles and straits, the seas we knew
were far behind us, out of sight, long gone.
I guided us through danger, reefs and shoals;
the crew were stalwart, never letting fear
overwhelm their courage, though we rolled
upon our beam-ends, bringing shipwreck near.
You'll never know the gauntlet that we ran
to set your feet so gently on the land.
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
I really, really don’t want to be beautiful.
I want to make people tremble.
I want to walk into a room and turn people’s heads- not because I’m pretty, but because I walked in with such confidence that people go ****
I want the wrong people to be scared by me, and the right people to take me as a challenge, but I want everyone to be intimidated by me.
I want to be the woman no one dares **** with.
I want to be compared to Cleopatra- not in terms of how pretty or symmetrical her face was, but because she seduces men into her bed with her mind and intellect.
I want to be compared to powerful and unstoppable forces of nature, where they aren’t powerful Because of their beauty, but beautiful because of their power.
So this is why I get insulted when you call me pretty before you call me smart.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
I think I made a wrong turn somewhere.
I mean, I guess- well, it's embarrassing, but I just kept following my GPS
even when the roads got rough
and my gut felt a little strange
(you know it, right? That twinge you start to get when you realize you have no idea where you are?)
and before I knew it,
I was in the middle of nowhere.
Maybe the batteries are low,
though you'd think they'd install some kind of warning about that-
I mean, people are depending on these things, you know, to get them places.
They've even got them in phones.
Google Maps, I hear.
Anyway, I really...I really think I'm lost.
Could you give me directions?
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
This boat, my woman
never claims she navigates;
thankfully I am hers!
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
They've clipped my wings, darling
I want to soar through the heavens
And land in your arms
Like old times
But I'm earth bound and alone
Miles away from your love
I'll find a way,
No matter the cost.
No matter the length.
Even if it takes me a millennia,
I'll find my way back to you,
my love.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
My head is a bay. The memory of you like the waves that swarm when the wind switches and the whistle of the ship is sounded. The longitude lines fall on a map, the navigation is helpless when I'm bowed in the presence of your eyes. That eyes which was made from the rainy season.
Your ships contain anxiety, vulnerable content, whereas love is a minor deviation from a cruise line. I am the dock for you. Anchored and wake the seagulls. For a long time no one leaned, or just reminded that the sea is not always blue.
Anchored and wake me up. Because your whisper is more patient than the air that hit the masts. Your presence is the reason why light is never lost at the top of the lighthouse.
Anchored and wake me up. Because the best morning is when my longing is covered with your eyelashes, my sleep is overgrown with black dots that hold your lip line, my vanish is ****** in a trough hidden behind your soul.
Wake me, with the most desolate shaking you have.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
When I'm stranded,
You guide me.
When I'm confused,
You affirm me.
When I fear that I've lost you,
You suddenly reappear.
When I make it out,
I pray you don't disappear.
The swells might burden me,
But you drive me to overcome.
As I enter the calm waters,
I see the lighthouse.
You're there.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
The road darkens quickly;
it turns and sways
and tapers off into an unseeable zenith.
The gravel cracks
and rolls underfoot.
This road peels skin off of knees. This road
rips palms to shreds
but I've traversed it many times;
I can recall each boulder and each
protruding limb.
I nestle between the crags and
I bathe in the starlit puddles. The water is
murky and littered
with bottles, with pens, with Barbie dolls.
It is lukewarm.
I revel in my shivering, pruning skin.
I walked along its path
yesterday.
I closed my eyes but
I listened well.
Unholy silence.
I lifted my foot and triumphed a
broken branch that always exists. I could run
this road blinded and gagged.
I dipped my toe in a puddle. Time
wouldn't let me
bathe.
Darkness fell beyond my eyelids and chilled
these fragile shrouds.
I leapt over a crag. It has grown
since I've been gone.
I fell into its depths. It isn't a crag at all:
it is the end.
This road has broken off and it
dangles children's toys
off a precipice.
I am still falling. The wind lashes at my eyes
and dries out my tongue.
I am blinded and I am gagged, but
I do not know this road at all.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Fireworks thunder like
Stars long gone,
And I’d remembered
Something Grandpa once said –
“The world’s a wonder,
But home will always be
Home.”
And the fireworks still thunder,
But I’m the star long gone,
As I’d remembered
Something my son once said –
Innocent and earlier mirror’d,
His eyes were all that’d speak,
“Please.”
So now, I knock, atop the “thunder”
Calloused oak ‘fore, “father,”
As I discover, come echo’d only answer –
Whispers brought the cold, and the scent
Orchids wrought, “tell him to hurry;”
Once and an only gasp I’d hear too late.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
I'm just discovering,
baby,
that's what I was made to do.
I'm never done learning,
even about...you.
But the waters keep churning,
I'm just floating through
observing
swerving
and turning
over and over
the things I go through.
I've got to keep at it, baby
For me
and
for you.
Maybe because I've been through so much crazy,
I'm always searching for something new.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
I'm trying to navigate through life,
but the roads are iced over
and this vehicle wasn't built
for the treachery of snowy slopes.
My tires turn at odd angles,
oscillating wildly in their attempt
to catch some semblance of traction.
But the snow bank is getting closer
and no matter how I twist the wheel
I can't seem to steer away from
what seems to be impending impact.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC