Take Way to the Sea

Man on the sea
He’s following me.
Glory to all his days
weaving paths along the way.

He wishes he could go back to a simpler time
when the waves would show you the way;
the markers of the compass,
but the water is rough.
Too hard to hold on
and the boat begins to sway…

Take him back to the good times,
sun beating down on his neck,
freckles on his back,
where the waters were calm
and he was all alone
but loved it nonetheless.

All he needed to do was tell her how he felt,
but his virtue was his pride
while stubbornness and terror were his only vices
(you’ll never know what that means).

Some would say,
and as legend tells it,
look for the North Star
You will see his friendly grin
and one day, he will ring the bell
and set sail for one last ride.

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Your Presence

Looking for love in all the wrong places,
Cornering myself into dark spaces.
The smell of cigarettes lingers, I can almost taste it;
Reminds me that you are still around…
Watch over me, like an angel,
sometimes I need a push in the right direction.
I have confused the expectations
that I hold for myself
with second guessings,
that I should have never listened to.
Honestly, I believe in modesty,
but humility will not get you very far.
Chains locked, holding onto the breath that forces you to feel choked up.
Frankly, it is irritating
How I will never be good enough…
Malicious suspicion, I’ll continue to witness mischief
But I will not be a part of it…

Devoted & Dedicated

I haven’t written to you in a while,
but not because I have forgotten,
or found something better to do;
I’m Scared – is the truth and,
I’m useless without a prose in my throat ready to be told.

(A fool to listen, an honest mistake…)

I feel like I haven’t been home in days,
Usually it’s the other way.
Would you know that I’m a loser?
Wouldn’t you know that I am afraid.
Wouldn’t you know that I am lucky to be here in the first place…

Peacefully, it comes so easily for others.
Hardworking, self soothing – I have no idea (where my head is at).
My mind begins to wander, to a place called forever
Where you are and where I’m meant to be.

I figure, you’re busy;
Making a life to call your own.
I’m sorry if I’m a bother
when you’re so far under the covers, fall into a deep sleep.

Shaken by dreams of pure lucidity
but it seemed so realistic to me).
Are you sure you haven’t heard me call your name? I wonder,
Are you a pawn in a means to get my act together?

Oh, silly,
Competitiveness is in my nature
But I would rather be humble
then place a bet I know I would win
And sadly (honestly), it’s embarrassing
to find your significance when you don’t know the first thing about yourself.
Come crawling back to me, as I drift off to sleep.

Devoted. Dedicated. You made me. Who I am.

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The Faults Untold

For you, Sweetheart, I am choosing to live dangerously.
The heart speaks in rhythms,
beats of the Earth pulsating beneath the bare feet of those who whisper omens.
Take note – vibrations of the atmosphere lean which way the wind blows,
and the commonality of it all, is that we forget to listen.
An understatement of tales too wise to take seriously,
or are they just too repetitive that we think we have heard them all?
These catastrophes happen too often
To ignore, well, it’s a travesty, but is “the way” to understanding
the just behind the means.
A fresh start is needed, yet how to chose it’s beginning? Oh my, my mind is full…
of the mapped out schematics which we call the future.
(Is it predetermined or is the moment up for grabs?)
Can we move on before knowing how our soles/souls will reach the ground?
Breath deep, out surroundings are limited.
Today’s a new day, but gone tomorrow.

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I May Crave Attention, But You’re All About You

Woe is me – oh please!
If I could tie a noose around everyone who says that,
I would have a dozen ships anchored.

Feel bad for you? Doubt it.
Because the pity act is getting stale,
It’s pathetic.

Conversation? Hardly.
When you’re the star of your own played out catastrophe,
how do the supporting actors get to shine?

The bright side – do you know it?
The grass is always greener, but not at your house.
This life – it’s jumbled.
Hard to believe you feel that bad for yourself
when you seem to have it all together.

Trying? Not quite.
Why does it bother me so much, you ask? (or do you?)
I’ve faced my reality and the darkest shadows;
the ones that haunt (and still creep).
There go the demons you’ve gotten yourself involved with.
Be there for you? Gladly.
Because when one solider falls, there are more to help –
And when he falls into a wallowing pit…
Well, better bring a ladder.
[I’ll take the former]

Don’t act like you know me
without hearing my story
and I won’t judge you
For the absence of heart.

Woe is me – oh please!
Hard to believe you feel that bad for yourself
when you seem to have it all together.

Sympathy is what you beg for…
You should realize it’s empathy you want.

If you think this is about you then it is.

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Half of a Heart

Even if you could see it, you’d hardly believe it –
Tales too wise to tattle.
And all the ramble
gets lost in translation…
Actions speak louder than words,
but when the words have no meaning,
What do you mean?

All that’s true is not told
It’s your soul that has been sold.
When you think you know what’s reality,
confidentiality no longer exists.
The lines begin to blur
Unofficial unclear; unsure.

And the love, it doesn’t mean the same
as it used to be a calling romance.
Right or wrong – it’s only black & white.
When the grays are merely static you never hear.

Don’t listen to your demons,
Damn are they clever.
They are always around –
I can’t wait to get out of this town.

Is something missing? It must be (your) heart.

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It’s A Shame

If happiness is what you seek,
then trust among the wicked.
The part that always desires (wanting more) –
{be sure of yourself}
Because you only get one chance to be like everyone else…

Eyes are judgmental,
And all around you, you’ll hear :sighs:
[You will always be wrong, even when you’re right.]
Whatever you do, they’ll still assume;
It’s tough to keep your head up (“try”).

All in all, it’s dangerous.
Giving up your hands
as they are locked in shackles
[too tight to slip loose]
The sparkle in your step – gone within an instant
As you’re placed inside a box ready for inspection.

Too far gone, you thought this would be easy.
Praising the week just to please them.
(Mistakes are old habits, but I promise, they break).
And the spell that lines the surface –
it’s a mask you can fake.

Once upon a time…it happens to us all.
You have to fall a few times to remain strong.
Without rhyme or reason, you do it for your being
Wash and repeat
Blink. Blink. Once…Twice…
If I can provide any advice…be yourself.
[It’ll do wonders for your life]

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The Longest Day of the Year

Summer storms while sleeping
Ain’t life pretty?
Tender thighs
And soft eyes
As I wait for the words
“I’m ready”

Seems these days…
The sun light gets in the way;
Thoughts jumbled
Heads a mess
Is this a curse
Or a blessing?
Both? Yes.

Counting hours –
My, how fast time exceeds!
When you’re with the ones you love
That’s all you need…

Summer storms while sleeping
Ain’t life pretty?
Tender thighs
And soft eyes
As I wait for the words
“I’m ready”

May have hit a high note
(I’ve sure as hell been lower)
As the days pass over ~
Pondering seems shorter
Weeks turn to months,
(Spin around, the years)
I beg of anyone who hears this…
Keep love near.

Summer storms while sleeping
Ain’t life pretty?
Tender thighs
And soft eyes
As I wait for the words
“I’m ready”

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