Eddying currents
In its churning funnel face
Sea weeds swirl quivering

As the shadows began lengthening
I slowly walked to the sea shore
Through the cobbled path
With stinging stones under my feet
And piles of golden clouds floating above
Enjoying the whistling of the wind through the reeds
Inhaling the saline air, smelling of rotting seaweeds

On the vast strand, I stood for long
Feeling the foamy fringes of water lapping at my feet
And sensing the sand slipping away under my feet
I watched the gentle undulating billows
Rolling their silver volumes
As if to die away on the happy shores

The sapphire waters and the roaring waves
The churning tides and the feathery foam
Made me wonder at the horror and beauty
That ****** dichotomy Nature carries within

I saw numerous fishes gambol beneath the waves
Do the finny herds that roam
The fathomless valleys of the Deep
Ever experience the tumult and scuffle
Of the roaring waters?
Oh! Never!

Like them, I too floated weightless
With all the barbed distractions drifting away
Wishing to get a pair of wings of the swallow flying high
To soar safely away from all gadflies who disturb
And cocooned in the inner citadel of my privacy
Enjoying a permeating peace, I had seldom known!

Then Byron’s words came floating to me
Mingling with the cadence of the waves
‘There is rapture in the lonely shores
There is society where none intrudes’

Floating seaweeds
in a miso soup
my heart grows
and I find patience
near the bottom

Kingdoms more,
Kingdoms sore
Passing the guards—
Like busting bars
Riddles compact— From the numbers,— Etched in Hollow Blocks
The fact of goners—
Hit the doors,— and punch the backs— In hied, to navigate the tracks—
To boost out— Parts.

Steep lands embed this twisted wanderer—
Aches the leaves and humps— Pushing to slouch
As I beg the ground— Not to pound—
For the planes to switch rounds.

Offsprings declined the measures— of luxuriant wands
The caverns feed the infant's boredom
Does hold the dome—
For loitering dogs
An insatiable ****—
That climbs for ripe fruits—
And wildly shouts— The beggar's principles
Here and there— Values— Then eats apples.

The weathering turned the rocks to dust
I must— crumple my tasks
Ah, the shallows..
On search for walloped hearts— Of shortened wage;— Of weak grips
Oh, I thirst for distance
Lay down barks! Lay down!
**** the shallows!
God, oh God,—
Is this the penalty for swindling clemency?—
Just crumbs..
Just crumbs..
For open mouths..
Oh, why they broke it?

Face down,— I crawl to this warmth
They fade..
So I kneel for a while— With curved points— To the unknown shore
What beauty relies from there?
I am bandaged by whipped words
Tell the pending men— Of my bare tense..

Sigh and sigh..
The sand and seaweeds
Caressing the voyager's rest
Refresh the bonds of East and West—
From the rise and fall— Of Sailors' flow
Collide the surfers— With tentacles of Immortality!
The commands of Tides—
Emerge a Hurricane— to blow its treasures— with the Strakes!

Alas, the whales jump—
Splashing with the crystals
I know now..
The vast,— This is my Wealth— My True Luxury
My Kingdom calls me..
I shall embrace my prize..
I swim the bottomless Abyss..

They landed on my spot—
With only slacks on sand—
And the surface reads—
"Hah, I'm Rich Now!"

At the end of the world where the sea meets the sky,
there's a small strip of land where the mermaids lie.
Where they chit and they chat, or play and have fun,
and top up their tan in the midday sun.

Now it's rare to see a mermaid, and you may never again,
so to see a whole shoal is a rareness x 10.
But this is what happened, or so it is told,
to a young keen explorer who was both handsome and bold.

When sailing alone he encountered a storm,
his boat then capsized,  he was stranded, forlorn.
For day after day he sat atop of his hull,
until at last he was visited by a sizeable seagull.

He thought; "Land must be near, of that I am sure,
for a seagull this fat can't be far from a shore"

Then suddenly, beside him did a mermaid appear,
she said; "I'm here to save you, so please do not fear"
"Climb on my back and I'll take you to land"
and a short swim later his feet were on sand.

Swimming before him was a sea full of beauties,
he'd never seen cuties with fins on their booties.
With their flawless skin and long flowing hair,
and sunkissed bodies so tanned and so bare.

The mermaid said;
"My name is Christina-or Queen Tina for short,
and my sisters and I welcome you to our shores"
"I am called Tim" replied the hansome young chap,
"But I did not see your island marked on any a map."

"We've lived here for centuries in quiet seclusion,
and saved the life of the odd shipwrecked human.
My sister's and I will cater your needs,
we'll make a tent of a tree and a bed of seaweeds.

The explorer thought he could get use to this,
and began to forget she was  half-woman half-fish.
In fact, young Timmy was falling in love,
as they slept on the beach with the night stars above.

They fed him on wine and the finest of food,
and Tim grew from a slim to a tubby young dude.
His shirt was now stretching, his trousers were tight,
he put on pound after pound with each bite after bite.

Months had gone by and tubby Timmy was bored,
day after day living life as a Lord.
He was missing his life of sailing and discovering,
of finding lost treasures and new lands exploring.

He told the Queen one day of his needs and his yearns,
and surprisingly the Queen understood his concerns.
She said; "I could see you were sad and exceedingly glum,
and I thought that this day would eventually come".

"We'll build you a boat, a raft or canoe,
and to say our goodbyes we'll  throw a bit of a do".
So a bonfire was lit and each mermaid did bring,
food and drink and got the party in full swing.

They bathed fat Timmy in octopus ink,
and he thought to himself "this doesn't half stink."
They then rubbed his body in garlic and honey,
Timmy thought this strange and not finding it funny.

The Queen then declared "sisters-let us sit down to eat"
The Cook asked her Queen "how would you like your meat?"

The Queen replied;
"I like my human slow-cooked on a griddle,
crisp on the outside and pink in the middle!"

The waves whispered its last words as it slips back into the deep , mysterious ocean. The whales of the ocean hollered its song, looking for its soulmate , searching for love . The seaweeds sways back and fro reflecting the sun’s light from the heaven above.

As the wind skips on the water , the ocean starts to dance, its waters shoots up from the abyss and waters gathers themselves to form magnificent waves as enormous as the Great Wall of China.As the storm draws near, the wind gets stronger and slices through the waves , causing plants to be out of the sand , and those still holding on swayed vigorously , like a thrashing storm . Even through this , the song of the sea continues … Deep , deep down in the depths of the ocean.

Then , like a knife piercing through the air , the wind went silent , causing silence throughout the sea , the fishes still shocked by the storm slowly but surely crept out from it’s hiding and came out . Soon , the sun begun to disappear into the horizon and the moon crept out from its slumber . Stars sprouted out at the night sky , sparkling like diamonds . The cities of the world have begun to sleep , so was the sea.

The sun then shone it’s light onto the waters with a golden hue , as it crept out of the horizon , it’s light stretched out onto the vast earth . Soon , the earth came alive again and the sea sang its most beautiful song , it’s masterpiece …. THE SONG OF THE SEA …. Although the day ahead might be filled with problems , the creatures of the sea still sang and danced . Although we do not notice anything of that sort , and that the sea is silent and deadly .  But the truth is the sea is singing its song ,  it’s pride , a song that holds the ocean together …. THE SONG OF THE SEA.



Listen carefully and you might hear it….

Seaweeds tied my two feet into the bark of ocean tree
Looked up to see my shuttle-ship turned to skeletal remains
with rainbow fishes within

And in my right a troupe of turtles  
murmuring with sea water hymns
And I heard the odd looking mermaids
as they recite my lousy poems of grief

This is a tale but I am not a fairy, not a princess nor a lady
When in reality I cannot swim
And the sands by the oceans are made of rough gravel seeds
I have ****** scratches all over as I watched a sunset--no sun in it

Out of all my shortcomings
I have in me a bruised distorted  "geest"
And it coloured the gravels white, purple to the sunless sky
My feet imagined its wings
and I'm in this dreamless deep brine

My fondest memoirs of writing was in English
She say write me a stanza while reading Shakespeare
I thought why do I need to know about this queer
Well that's when I feel In love with words
Words are like weapons used for harm or good
Can be like fire to a wood can be a should to a could
All deals in possibilities there is no limitability
I made up that word but who cares it sounds real
Right? Forget it who are they to say what goes
And doesn't go all I know is flow is my principle
Millions of people writing what they are inspired
Transpired or desired by on a daily basis let's face it
Not everyone is built for the same ambition
Writing takes time courage and faces maximum critique
See how many views will be peeped reaped
Over someone's sympathy I'm not trying to win honestly
Only to the minds of free who have no limits be
The possibilities of the universe expands my worth
And girth my mind and soul are infinite but my body
Is morality a state of constant breaking close to
The site of a necropolis as the moon glances
Over the foggy souls and wet tombs that blooms
Through the darkest hours of the night don't loose sight in
Me I see you looking carefully plotting the mind
On trying to figure out what am I saying or conveying
The ultimate riddle is never ending it never ends
This is only a cycle of illusion painted as reality
But I see reality in another form of actuality
The spirits are here aliens dancing in the stars
Sparkling all over the home is the skies to them
Spaceships are merely a traveling thoughts
Most often aren't seen like you can't see your mind
But you can feel what's in it sort of like that??
Poetry loves me like a oceans deep tide waiting to crash
Against the ever so gentle shore to store
Shells jellyfish and seaweeds on the shore only to
Be washed back in again once the storms begin
A reflection of night vs light clouds vs the seas
Enjoy the breeze of wisdom as the wondering fan
Over nature touches the skins pores out adores
The beautiful out of insanity what a wonderful World
Like Satchmo said out of all the troubles crimes
And or other chaos I think of the beautiful trees
The roses that shoot out of the concrete cracks
Well now that I've reformed my thoughts about poetry
I now live by unlimited limits of love for poetry
It is my ultimate craze and daze of immorality

It’s not that you’re doing your part with the immeasurable heart-stabbing, pregnant weight that, by traversing the placental depths of seaweeds from ancient shells, dissolving in your mother’s heart-squeezing cramps, and embracing: Ensuring your mortal vulnerability with this. - The rotating fortune-frying pan of your scales is ready, and you can't bend it, twitch it, and rotate it to balance, because it swings like a stubborn Get up Jancsi!

It’s not that he’s only half-hearted or selfish-greedy in your love, while the half-orphaned, pink-ruddy who cries on the other cry insists on multiplying the eternities of his insomnia, shattering the intimate turbulences of desire, desire and belief that everything is well done, even with a decent upbringing, you can even be a responsible person under the cosmos.

The only, baby-deliberately deliberately pampered Eden fruit of our love - it's not that in your tiny, iris-life you have to gradually learn the cowardly laws of existence, scour the pledge of your survival as a masterpiece, the smuggler and thief wait for you - but thief the dawn of disappointing dawns for your sweet parents, their promising survival with little hope,

which will be able to overshadow all the map fabrics of your childhood soaked in inhibitions, that you can only be a full-fledged child until school age, because the other pathetic and petty battles of life are only where everyone can go from hyenas Disappointed in your Hopelessness You fall alone as a suicide left alone

begging for help, pleading if he could still be wide here on this earth, who would color the unbearable Being as the rainbow of sacrifice and could be wholeheartedly someone who would not trample and exterminate - but would open it with a rich soul hanging