"asea" poems
the meaning of an apology:
echoes of a thousand I’m Sorry’s;
the silence of deceit, its awful slink;
the humbled hope to atone,
to pay amends where due,
to mend the maimed,
and trust renew.
forgiveness is a sad word:
it bears the scar of a wound;
to forgive is to hope with hurt.
it is to trust in tide to wash ashore;
for in lack of trust and hope,
it is noble to sink with the ship.
it is bolder yet to hop asea,
and let tide be guide.
the parable of the builders:
the wiser built his house on rock,
the rain came down,
the floods came,
the winds blew,
and beat on that house;
and it did not fall,
for it was founded on a rock
the foolish built his on sand,
the rain came down,
the floods came,
the winds blew,
and beat on that house;
and it fell — and great was its fall.
determination's downfall;
for, is a house still not a house
despite its foundation?
fortune's fortress looms;
our sandcastle holdfasts hampered in comparison,
but home is neither keep nor battlement,
neither moat nor bailey,
neither portcullis nor drawbridge;
home is where you touch the ground,
where you choose to grow...
the rain will retain its hiss;
but the rain is still the rain,
the floods remain the floods,
and the wind is just the wind.
~ Inori
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 7:14 PM UTC
floundering souls
searching for the essence
in the sea of humanity,
for what is important
has meaning, and matters.
It is we who care for us
and help those who
can't help themselves...
or something like that...Asea
That's how my poetry
comes to be...
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 5:10 PM UTC
With coarsest sackecloth cloathe my naked soule;
Construct for me a throne of ashes blacke;
Place on my lying lipps a liuing coal;
Cast me asea inside a sackcloth sacke;
I am a rocke of great offence, a rocke
As stonie-hearted as a stvmbling blocke.
Not any man hath greater loue than this,
That hee should for his friend laye downe his life;
But I betray'd my friend without a kisse
And stabb'd into his backe a butter knife;
And hee who loues his life his life shall lose,
And I, by loving life, my death did chuse.
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 12:24 PM UTC
i still haven't
found what
i am
looking for is
much more
complex,
much more
profound than
just a few things.
unrewarding
is a life
asea that
lives and breathes
within one's
dreams.
exhausted;
what i look for
may not
even exist
except for
what lies in
my subconscious
mind.
dubiously
just living
and seemingly
wasting time.
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 8:19 AM UTC
Warrior to dark's most daunting dreams
savior from thoughts that run too deep
Terrify, not one dares it seems
brings panacea to night's sleep
Beacon for flailing ships asea,
the Ana of fifty shades Grey
Beauty saving the nocturne beast
keeps subconscious demons at bay
Catches every breath with her smile
as summer's sun, a heart it warms
Intensity not seen awhile
quells the worst of fierce thunderstorms
Her touch, akin to the spring's rain
gently blooming buds to flowers
Still, mental images are vain
ne'er experience her powers
Shan't romance, ****** love, or hold
hear her voice, feel her aura's beams
Suppose I could, though not so bold
so she must stay within my dreams
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 5:45 AM UTC
four leagues out to sea
night and ocean were black
and calm
the moon rose to give shape
and form
to a crisp world
alone in the universe
in an infinate blur
the milky way winked at me
wish upon a star darling
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
asea,
tangled web
of complexity
raging rapids
hasten
mortality
albatross
lingers
over me
stiffen bones
death's
rigidity
spare the
beacon's search
for me
alas
my life may
no longer be
battered and
bruised I
was left alee
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 8:32 AM UTC
Shaking my head as I shuffle through Nod
And wander through darkness on scabrous old feet
Where the fruits are forbidden, and might I add strictly
But the knowledge is ever so sweet
I’m Under the Influence of sir Malcolm L
And M. L. von Franz has me under her spell
Seeking the change that I wish I could be
While my dear inner Ahab I struggle to quell
To search by escaping through tropics and trenches
Determined to make every ocean my home
My singular purpose: the potion that quenches
Still I drink that I could theme alone
In this watering hole will I bury my hatchets
A sickness that’s cured is an ailment forgotten
So choke every sorrow and drown your regrets
A soul that remembers is cursed to go rotten
With penalties and interest forever compounded
I’m astounded to watch how my recollection grows
The proverbial wisdom that’s also called madness
Is purchased on credit and paid for with woes
Drifting asea to steer clear of collectors
Engulfed instead by tempests my own
Echoing voices demanding comeuppance
From the depth comes a cry that disturbs every bone
These howling reminders are issued below
From under the surface by more than a beast
My pirates on deck keep me bound to the mast
Always in earshot and never released
Mostly a head but with hardly a face
My nemesis, massive, can scarcely be seen
Not to be measured through time or in space
From his cousins’ cadavers our data we glean
Less than a man, I stomp on my stump
And promise to silence the primitive brute
Guided by starlight, unable to sleep
Harpoon at the ready and eager to shoot
**** the torpedoes and to hell with the crew
Set sail at once for the wide open blue
Don’t be seduced by this monster in white
His message is wicked, no less than it’s true
He feeds on your anger, you’re never too old
To listen instead of exerting your tongue
Or shaking the hinges of Davy Jones’ locker
On the floor of the ocean where Melville met Jung
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 5:14 PM UTC