And I picture our old hands together
the sun shines through our fingers
as our hearts dance in the warm wind
faces worn from laughter and happiness

walking in that space where
the melting sunset and crashing waves
create a smooth hard plain of sand
closer to that smell of ocean wind

there are many great expanses
the ocean is in reality but a small one of the many
but when we look out at it
what joy we get from not knowing whats around the curve

walked to a place, out of the coastal forest
to the spot where the wind is strong
and the spray might hit you as you feel what you came for
as you watch the violent glory

I picture myself, I'm alone,  I stand on a rock
while the wind blasts my hair back
while the waves roar and break against the granite
the grey sky fills and empties me with each breath,

it moves quickly inland while the waves writhe in
,filling the cracks and submerged caves
washing over barnacles and wearing down everything over
,down and up when it hits the steep part, crashing and spraying into the air

mist falls mixing with the rain while space is made behind
and out the ocean pulls over the sharp rocks and barnacles
dragging with it some tidal pool dwelling fish
back until is rejoins its body, frothed and *****

all men know the beauty of destruction
when you stand in that grit, that discomfort, bundled accordingly
wet shoes and soaked socks, beaten by the beauty of that expanse
what joy we get from not knowing whats around the curve

I long for warm air
I long for sand between my toes
we laughed while the waves chased us up the shore
me always chasing the wave faster back down
to prove i could run away with ease
you higher up watching smiling waiting
in came the big set, swept me off my feet and churned me in the chop
when I looked up you were gone.

now i'm a dilapidated sloth man
loosing my youth and more
just to find the truth
so that I can soar

But the truth isn't enough
because what I had before was.
and the answers aren't all tough
when you unfold that paper crane
a square piece of paper plain
with lines, creases, reminders of what was
and that beauty slain

lays on the table
just from those lines
that crane becomes fable
as you try to make that paper shine

awe ****, now I rubbed a hole in it
at least I can hold it to the sky
and shoot a painful sunbeam into my eye
but the sun too does its damage

so here I am with this crumpled mess
holding it to my eye so I can see through
to fold it back up again
faded and flimsy it begins to rain

Ill hold out, Ill make it through
cant stop looking searching for whats true
that beauty that grace that purity that face
maybe Ill hold it out to gain that broader view
ripped off the corners and speedily withdrew
my hands and ran for a mirror

I could take it off but it would fall apart
isn't it better to be tattooed than to let that crane go?
I'm not sure I don't know
how's is it different from that original state
folded on the table
I though this was fate
is this how we grow?
fading wondrous fable
how am I to know.

Here I am now
walking around a ***** square on my face for all to see
and the people they ask me
the same things they always did
what are you doing with that?
because it was always just a piece of paper
and that's a beautiful thing to know
its a peaceful thing to know.

Of what weight does love hold?
Cosmic gigantic love
Streatching from star to star,
from time to time,
Leaping all barriers,
In an insane hurtle race
Run by rabid contenders,
Frothing at the mouth,
Colidicopes in their eyes
Swirling,

As they clear fence after fence
Hardly catching themselves
As their sloppy foot falls land,
All ankles, knees, wobblingly
catching themselves
Their brains decifering
the confused code
Of signals beamed
from legs heart and stomach
All culminating in this
Borderline
Purposeful looking
Yet unintentional
Floppy mess
 
For in the sake of their love
, Of some thing that they hope
will make them immortal,
or at least super,
That temporary and basic seemingly
Irrefutable good that one feels in his pit
Expanding them and inflating them till they float

High enough above others
To squintingly look down, into the eyes of those unable to bouey bob above the rest.
Lights flicking on their foreheads so
Even if they don't talk people know
Where they are and how splendid
Their bobbing is.

And let's not kid ourselfs
Look at those two
Out in the dark and deep
The 2 hrtz signal allowing them each
To be sure the other exists
Flashes reveal the hidden expressions
Those times of clarity so sparce
When all you want to do is look at them
For a good long time
Take in the other completely
for in those nights
When all thoughts clump
Turning colours to brownish purple.
An you cannot see the other
to have them help as they so enjoy.
Two distant bleeps of light
Red but none the less visible
To all around

After all I guess they will be serving as warner's, out their on thier own.
What rocks and reefs the will they arbrais
What swells will the brave,
And what will we learn from
watching From shore,
Whishing them luck as the sun rests on the other side, as the white caps tumble, as the clouds roll on overhead.
Its a very wet scenario.

We are walkers of rocks
Wanderers of plains
Seers of sights unseen
Beers of places un been
Every moment new
Every place new
as each moment passes
We are juicers
Apply a squeeze and twist
And drink the bounty
Pulp and all
Never in the same place twice
As our sun burns through space
As our Galaxy spirals
through the universe
Its always different
As each moment passes

Did you ever find the straight and narrow?
Sweet one, happy one, joyful one
You said hold on to your oddity
did get you there?

Happyness has changed for me
And so I am narrowing
And straightening my things
I always believed one day, as you did

That I would have to throw away my sins
Turn my back and leave my ways behind
And try to live in honest
So that I'd have nothing hidden

How did you come by that way
Sweet one, small one, honest one
You seemed to be born into it
I know it doesn't make things easier

What road must I follow?
Which turns do I take?
Or is there some switch to flick
That makes one feel full when hungry

This mask this story, mine
Traveled one, hopeful one, laughing one
You lived breathed the best you could
You were not the man who killed christ
You are not the man who sold his soul
You are the man you were and will be
But more, the man you are

So to find that precious gift
That seems devine in nature
That seems part of and yet above the beasts
The trees and gentle creatures
The narrow path, the knowing the sureness

For to know anything is faith
And faith cannot be but blind
And yet we must choose
Where to put it and if it is justly put

All these women
Making contact, connections
With their eyes
Across vacume space
created by their interest
What power
What draw

The secret to gravity must then be feminine
A black hole pulling In
Shooting out the most energetic beams
Ever recorded

A center with wich to spin around
swirl and atract
Meld, melt and mold
Forming us men
Out of elements previously non existant
Fused by their mass,
Into the titans we think, feel, we are.

I don't think they know
And maybe a good thing too
That they were always more powerful
Be it on a stake with flame
Or in the bedroom dreams of Kings.

when those tears roll down your cheeks
from your starry glossy eyes
they catch on a silver string
and bring on a beauty unsynthesized

when your chest is heaving heavy
and your voice sings with sadness
as I hold you my arms a blanket
my back to carry the madness

Those times we both were sinking
lips tight while we both knew
the earth rising all around us
but the sky still never changed its blue

the fire always burning
sending smoke signals to the air
you hugged me tighter still
I ran my fingers through your hair

when you cry you look so wonderful
like when it finally starts to rain
and I watch the dry spots disappear
maybe its washing away the pain

giving life to all around us
carving valleys out of plains
cracking rocks on top of mountains
putting blood within in our veins

when the fire roars again
I cant make out whats burning
but its warmth is so admired
that its no longer worth discerning