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POETRYDELIVERY Apr 2018
I'm sure that torture for sure is never short. If anything it's always shure’. for its deepest’ to be nowhere near its weakest, and is unpredictably’ full of insecurities’ the ocean stands’ like a child, clever humble and stumbles.  Just because it knows  no better.  So much that if it keeps you’ and kills you’ will just blame you. It has no boundaries’ when the earth's sea”  springs’ more tears’ to salty vapor, then clouds to drips” its has ignited” the rain to stripps,       till it leaks drizzle” and the storms begin’ to
form”  And chaos  starts To take that one  course that it knows to take.  Before all end’ is born. And humanity is torn. So What's the reason’  my brees in why u never seem to Be in season. And why is that your live” is in such prison vibe. If of all that exist. You can choose any motion in your ocean, why the one that starts in Collision just for commotion”   Look at what you done Now. Even you can take control of it no more.  My ocean brees my spirit it's Talking and its pinching that your just Teasing.  Now the oceans begins to up burst” Among all what else but a terrible curse,  “tears as big as fears”  And just beginning”,  feels like a Spill” of intinc skills. It senses it’ like it season's it.  And the  sea  Don't see like you and me See. The Ocean itself keeps more treasure” like  reflection”  it duplicates true Intention. But to float in it’ with no Expectations, Is to claim internal Meditation” On deaths creation. My brees please’ if when the Oceans Roar it will  swallow you in whole” And like GOD'S perfection the waters are his creation’ As if our LORD  just flicked’ The tip of his finger tip, To remove whatever our FATHER had on his beautiful holly upper lip. Ill imagen my LORD’ snaking on heavenly dip.’ And complementing it” with a flawless chip. And yet’ not one drop of remorse. And out from in The waters waves, surfing tubes stretch out as long as fresh water rivers do. Now that the end of ends comes to an end.  And there it is “My darling brees. My GOD”  come here hold on to me”                  “close your eyes”
And she whispers I've have always loved  you”  So I take one last breath and say, “there im ok now.  I hold her chin slightly up’ and put my palm over her eyes and i kiss my lady, before I miss my chance.  like I had all the time in the world”  but know a minute at the most. The one clash of earth's rock,  Smashes’ It's agony  from the surface to its  core. We both tightened up squeeze as hard as we can”.  And there  it is” the Least , in the beast.. The Richest ‘of the least rich”  an a  Hater of his maker.  Who else,  or what else”   but the one who's done it before.
Bye my brees “ bye love!.  The earth..its life...left nothing for TIME!.
End "love" pain
Craig Dotti Mar 2013
Hope, at times for them
Is a once-great passenger ship
Breeched and sinking fast

This vessel is one that sees the Mississippi,
Floats on it for a brief period
But has no idea that it's being dominated
By the mighty, muddy beast

In these instances responsibility
Becomes government reports that are long,
Arduous and too thick to be stapled

"Many people will die." they say,
"200,000 people will be displaced."
This incites the mantra,
Home is where the water is not

The ship that was a home is made of steel
Neither black nor white
Its grey, so grey that it is without true color
It finds itself trapped in the womb of the dense, delta mud

The people;
The brave, the bold, the idiots, waiting for their ship to come
Sit on top of their roofs,
Now islands where they can soak up Indian Summer Sun
For the abandoned, perseverance is a suntan

"THE WATER IS RISING PLEAS…"

Words spray-painted white on black shingles
The rescuers, government, American people
Are suddenly illiterate

Federal law states:
Energy (money) cannot be created
Nor destroyed
But the ship is gone,
The people are in watery graves
The City is a large crescent with greedy bites taken out of it

6 years later the laws of the universe are disbanded
Ferrel dogs rule the day
And love is never having to say you care
For Linus, Smitty, Craig and the others of the Lower 9th Ward
Joe Quaale Apr 2021
Jesus said come sit by the water with me my child. Watch the water roll off The rocks as they come to life. Then breathe in my light. Watch the blue bird take flyt with there mates bye there side. Holding the brees tight in their wings. Watch how the fish swim inside a world you ones lived in. Remember these things. when you can't see me Look to the birds and the trees Theyle lead you to me, So I can set you free from the The  pane that surrounds you're day inside This world hate.

— The End —