but for blue and glassy black

Adore the sea not for her force

yet for sepulchral calm and storm alike

For I love you not for shimmering smiles

but for darkness and brightness between

Though borne of sweetest thoughts so far away
In waking hours the pinch grows acute
Until sweet slumber chases darkened day
Precious pieces marking gentle refute

Dreams are arbitered by waking thoughts
Despite the saccharine release provided
Serving only the deep emotions caught
Living only with sunlight unlighted

More heavenly sounds have not been spoken
Than your title from my lips, unbroken

Sometimes you write the poem and sometimes the poem writes you. Thanks for reading.

The first, to tame the lusty female beast
To draw her to, and flesh to flesh, within
Of same import one must bring one to feast
On riches, delights, and gifts from heaven

Upon these notions, one must not dwell
But to pursue, to acquire, and succeed
For of breathing’s meaning, one cannot tell
Purpose though wrought of one’s will and need

If one desires lands of milk and honey
It is just to fuck bitches, get money

Part of me wants to apologize for this piece; the rest of me wants to judge anyone who would take such an apology. Thanks for reading.

and dreaming simple dreams

She told me to shut out the cold

but to let in more light

But there is more to love

in dark and light alike

Finding myself lost after some time being found. Whether here, or not here, or depressed, or elated; whether active or inactive, reactive or proactive; whether yearning and begging, pleading, or turning, treading; making a place to lie or a place to lay, to sleep, to dwell. Here I am now, here.

A shift and stir, from side to side,
And rolling underneath,
Her sweet embrace is gentle tide
Her whispers, just beneath.

Washed upon the solid ground,
I feel a calming breeze,
Despite the earth to which I’m bound,
She puts my mind to ease.

Thrown from ship, I’ve seen the sea,
And she has seen no less of me.

The dark grey skies refused to rest,
The sea would not abate,
Frothy caps creeped up on crest,
I bowed my head, accepting fate.

On she came, oh once again,
Snapping beams asunder,
Thrown was I, to ocean den,
Blue mountains forcing under.

Use the eyes to look outside, view the curse,
Avoid hostile, selfish, and the perverse,
For they are out to kill the ones who stand,
Tall above the rest, heads above the sand.

Within the mind your hidden conscience dwells,
Seek it, lift it, delivered from the hells.