Days long ago a crew landed upon an island
A group of unknowns bunched together
Searching for a way off
Banding together for dear life
Each a keel to each others sanity
Through the insanity
Of a stranded few

Days that seem long ago upon the island
The friendship among the crew formed strong
Each a role assigned for survival
The plate upon which the friendships dines HULLS a grand burden
Of course, his trusty BOW points out the food
While a more BULBOUS BOW protects the hunter
Making sure the intended meal does not sink the crew
With such hard work, the three can grow mad
In which the 4th must ANCHOR them with his entertainment
And the captain PROPELLING the vessel of friendship and work
Makes sure all are happy and prosperous upon the island

Days not long ago I landed upon the island
Without food or water I was sheltered
The hulling man was first to help
Followed by the two bows
They seemed to show interest
They seemed to want to help me
While I had no clue two others inhabited the island
That they even mattered on the island

What I was surprised to find out was the huller was not leader
Or at least assigned such a position
For before the captain arrived, I was treated to dessert
Feeling as if he deserted me, he came to me
Apologetically, the captain offered his own
A dessert forged from a deserted man on a deserted island
It’s irony was more exquisite than the actual taste
The ‘Anchor’ of the team also arrived
Excited to entertain me, we 5 watched

A Mid-day not long ago five people sat upon a desert island
Watching a man entertain us
The captain was dying of hysteria
The other three conversed among each other
There I sat, alone
The harsh waves of the man’s dance bored me
But the captain’s intensity of passion pained me
As if my apathetic nature was wrong
But the calmed waves were far too peaceful
And if I walked among them I would splash around
Creating a mess and therefore being forced onto land
But I hated the land
The ocean was beckoning me to join
Or rather, I was forced off the sand
The ocean, in reality, could care less about me
My existence meant nothing
Apathy reigned supreme
Even if the only rule to swim, was to care

A single day so recently I sat alone upon a desert island
The friendship crew remained five with a remainder of 1
Sometimes six for feast, never more for sympathy
Worse, it wasn’t really 5 and a 1
Rather, a 2 + 3 and a 1
The hulling man and his bows were a group
While the captain and anchor seemed in love
Only interacting when feasting
Only caring when needed
The vessel of friendship was forged from circumstance
Where the five banded together to make the ship
But now the circumstances changed
And there is no need to make new friends

Today I sat distanced upon a desert island
Unable to pick a side
Of the foundation of the island
Or the entertainment
For both knew of my existence
And me of theirs
But no need to converse
No need to interact
My circumstance tells me to talk
To be the grain of sand that lays with the others
But their circumstance tells them otherwise
To remain with their grains
Why talk with another grain?
Why be seen with another grain?
If you’ve already known one

And so all six of us remain on the island
Only one tormented by apathy
For it is not my right to talk to my deserters
For they have to allow me to speak
And they have no reason to give me a voice
After all, there are millions of grains on the island
Why get to know a new one?
When you can stay with one you’ve known your whole life

Its in your eyes,
Why so mercenary?

I see your mind,
And become the necessary,

Who am I?
What's my worth?

These questions I find
From birth I've been walking blind

Who were you?
When I fell behind

I keep moving forward
Try not to press rewind

One day in time,
I will find a light of mine

One night I promise,
You will see me shine.

But who am I?
And who are you?
Who are we?
Answers, I need a sign

Baby steps,
But don't get left behind
Take a right
Don't step on my porcupine

Am climbing up,
These steps so hollow,
Am climbing up,
But who's footprints do I follow?

Where does it start?
How does it end?

Tell me reverend
What happens when a demon becomes your friend?


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Am at a beach,
Tasting the salty breeze so sweet,

Am at a beach
Feeling the sand burn under my feet,

I hear her voice, something charming in her voice

I see her poise, something beautiful in her poise

So am following her like she is the pied piper and everything else is noise

Am swimming after her,
She seems so alluring,

Am swimming out to sea,
destiny must be calling,

My heart is pumping,
Am breathlessly hulling,

can't stop now,
My mystery prize is stalling.

Am sinking deep
Fading into the blue,

Am sinking deep,
And can't seem to find a clue,

My lungs are full,
And my mind is walling

I find myself wonder
Will I be saved?
Can my sins be waived?
can I cheat the book of life on the very last page
After all, I never had a chance from my conception stage.
Someone drop a key for me so I can get out of this cage.


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Who do I love?
Who can I trust?

Good Friends are loyal
But Family are blood,
But are family still blood?
if your DNA is mixed with hatred and unjustified love?

My love is selfish,
My love is grown,
Truthfully speaking,
Sometimes I just want to be alone,

this life of mine,
I walk on cold stones,
Just me, myself and I.
But you could be my co pilot
if you fit the role.

But I can't read you,
my vision is faded.

I can't feel you,
So I search for the dots on your pages,

Mirrors for the blind?
That won't help me deal with changes

Show me something deeper in your mind,
and I will free you from your chains and cages

Knowledge is power and ignorance is bliss
what a strange contradiction not to be missed

we only get one shot,
no second chances,

So am living it good,
like the blind man who finally understood.



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rocked up on distant shores
agedness personified coos to heavenly heathens
heaving and hulling her breath
we all hold hands in the indefatigable oceanic states
beauty by fire; burn the sea to salt stone sacrifice