Ocean Sense

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What a sight, that lays before me,
The edge of the rock, an ocean story,

Collect my thoughts, close my eyes,
Hear the waves, of coming tide,

Scent of salt, upon my lips,
Warmth of sun, now touch my skin,

White caps crash, conforming land,
Now lovers walk, footprint to sand,

Majestic seagulls, sing their song,
Art of seaweed, felt by all,

Sounds appear, now so distant,
Eyes still shut, an ocean vision

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Father’s Rendition

Though alone for just now, my spirit take flight,

In the wings of the battle, I’m the birds of the light,

Though trials become many, hardships endured,

The strength, solidarity, comes to mind for a word,

Must be a strong father, who comfort and cuddle,

At night kiss your cheeks, say good nights, and I love you,

Stand tall a role model, my daughter, my world,

Will never see harm, yes your daddy’s little girl,

It is you that I live for, and wake up each day,

Push forward to triumph, never to stray,

I promise you now as I write on this page,

To always be here, through the rainiest days,

Now this is the bird, I speak of the light,

These but the words, that disturb me at night,

Though born to be free, oppression seems right,

I close my eyes slow, but the walls are still tight,

I channel my anger, bottle and ship it,

As the clouds of all black, engulf all my vision,

The darkness it falls, to the hearts of the soul,

Will I be remembered, in the end when I fall


One Day

Falling is felt, a large and dark hole,
Wake up to shaking and loss of control,
Though still I’m secure, awake in my bed, it’s as if I’m still falling, reverberates in my head.

This feeling it comes, it goes as it please, not sure of alertness, conscious or dreams, is this just a mark, a sign of duress, or is life simply slipping, toward my moments last breath.

One day will I not, come awake from the depth, One day will I not, tumble-down like the rest, For I know the feeling of falling most told, The spirit embodied, to have and behold.


Lost Traveler

Illumination of shadows reflect on a past, a time not forgotten, endured to outlast, a city of souls often lost and untold, travel silent at night, heart heavy now cold.

Though passage through fate left an emptiness state, a mind of regret, proved harder to break.

Now stuck in a wonder, all choices are felt, lived life as a rebel, left only to self, one contemplates pain, an excuse for the blame, live life for the moment, or travel in vein.