Bred of the Water

Liken me to a wayward vessel;
traversing tide, drenched in rain,
entranced by moths atop the lanterns,
destroying coasts in drunken fits.

"Shall we banter, foolish maids?
Say you'll stay your tongue for me!
I've journeyed long and I dare say,
I see no means to bar my siege!"

We'd decorate and set about
our entrance gained by falling cannon,
and dip our hands beneath the veil
that hid such sweet and clear blue eyes.

Our passage through gives rise to flames
that line the paths from beach to foyer.
Sat against the inner linens,
our minds would tend to stew and tarry.

And tales would bubble from our lips
of better times on better days -
amidst the crowd of gull and wave,
that fought against us; fought to save us.

"Skies and seas begin their blur
and soon you're sure the course you've set
is not your Earth nor something near,
but on Heaven's own grand-wide ascent!

And if you've stones and guts to grant
your life be kept beneath your breast,
you'll find true love upon the mist,
and the sun above that's sinking west."

Our hearts did long and weep for sails
to rise to meet the tropic winds;
for freedom that is rung from those
who dare not fault the governed land.

So we filled our gullets full,
and made our pockets sag and bound,
and chose to stay beneath the flag
made of black and cross bones.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not sure where this came from.

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Oceanic Life

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Yea everyday I'm on my new beginning // racing in this ocean of life but never finning // Just call me dat lone shark knight dats always grinning // & don't follow my past path cuz it be ginning // you'll become one of my fans that'll stay spinning // & I only be racing myself so I stay winning // yea I'm on my cash cab driving from my fast past // thinking it could bypass but my future is my steadfast // so I can only surpass feeling so enthusiast // u becoming so close I swear u can kiss my ass but as i begin to leave ur sight I leave u all flabbergast // & yea u can be my hater bee knowing u ain't flee as me // but u might get a waiting fee // jus saying it ain't guaranteed // I cud be dat argon & baby u could be my mulan // I just need my paragon to help me run this marathon // yea I kno da odds are on but lets become that phenomenon // that one unique liaison // dat nobody will ever break upon // & even tho I can't see da finish line I know that you'll be mine // so all ima do is enjoy dis shine // and reminisce on all da false guidelines // who try to get me going straight on my lifeline // but life got my back so I'm on her spine knowing that I'll always be on her mind // cuz even tho she be throwing tidal waves // it never knocks me off my successful way ~


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Treasures from Heaven

Just a thought!

Treasures from Heaven

She paints from the heart, loves with her eyes
Creations of color, or lines made of cries
An ocean of moonlight, ships resting on seas
A loft in the forest, fields swept by a breeze.
She captures the sound of a waterfalls mist
Or the Sun’s beating rays, with a stroke of the wrist
There is innocent depth in a sensual stare
Or a child’s warm embrace, nestled close in mother’s care.
The face of an Angel, drawn in mystical haze
Caresses our heart, in such magical ways
Signed works leave us breathless, so touched by a view…
What beautiful dreams, we have seen within you!
                          by Barry Anderson

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Written for the beauty captured in artwork"

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