Sea Lover
Now the sea is calling me her lover
I knew it was true the moment I met her
She grabbed my hand and smiled
In the waves, we moved and danced
It was all at once a true romance
I knew her embrace and full expanse
We played through night and day
As she called me singing "sail my way"
Image: Miami Anchorage, November 2018
His Love
His love was real and true.
His love was more than he knew.
More than he could love the sea.
More than he loved the sunset.
More than all the colors he could paint.
More than all of time could ever wait.
His love was without a measure.
His love was unconditional.
More than anything,
His love still remains.
Change #757
My back hurt
My feet worse
I was exhausted
I felt defeated
The restless days
The sleepless nights
This playful heart
This hungry brain
A weight shouldered
A stress contained
No time remaining
No patience same
Dropped my guard
Dropped the pain
Took deep breaths
Took in everything
Chose timely change
Chose without notice
Set new direction
Set plan forward
Picked favorite trinkets
Picked necessary things
Let burdens lay
Let junk remain
Shouldered loaded pack
Shouldered listing pride
Turned priorities focus
Turned avoiding collision
Boarding flight #757
Boarding this morning
Never say never
Never ran faster
Changing my life
Changing in time
Saving this adventure
Saving from disaster
Smiles are showing
Smiles stalk sunrise
Chasing this heart
Chasing dreams surprise
Writing chapter’s end
Writing books again
Painting foreign colors
Painting brighter pictures
Learned Tree’s promise
Learned flight’s secret
Neverland’s exploration ending
Neverland’s departure operation
With loaded baggage
With affairs attended
One way ticket
One half missing
Soul looking upwards
Soul speaking whispers
Hope praying sounds
Hope you’re proud
Yah excited, love?
Yah watching today?
Come and play
Come say hey
Image: Current Work In Progress
24″x48″ Acrylic on wood
Rushing to finish!
Change Starts Changing Middles Changes Ends
Start in the middle. It’s where we all begin - end.
Where there once was no you to ask the old - new.
The beginning of the end; it’s a place to mend - rend.
To attempt an answer in words; blank - drawn.
Who ever you are again; you aren’t now - then.
Doesn’t matter honestly; yesterdays - tomorrows.
Both are steady sources of time; both lost - borrowed.
The middle again is only where to begin - end.
Right now, this moment, is the middle; beginning’s - end.
Focus on the present its the starting place; end - began.
Image:
Changing of the Seasons by Sabinerich on DeviantArt
DeviantArt
Cheap Box Wine
Pink teal thong
Cheap box wine
Tiny rent room
Phone plays jams
Lost in song
Cheap box wine
Take out Thai
Sex on mind
Just met ‘hi’
Cheap box wine
It’s a crime
Bad choice kind
What’s her name
Cheap box wine
Starch sheets dive
Sex drive climb
Wow we suck
Cheap box wine
Way too drunk
Wild girl funk
Heat in sheets
Cheap box wine
Tug of war
Hair not mine
She was bald
Cheap box wine
The whole time
I think back
Blond hair wig
Cheap box wine
Pink teal thong
Time to time
