poetry

ode to oceans (poem)

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how beautiful the surface of the monsterful majesty
capable of ravage destruction
capable of travesty
capable of tremendous construction
capable of amnesty

how terrible the storm when the winds whip rapidly
push and shove fericiously
pull and heave aggressively
attacks from all sides and surrounded
completely unbalanced and completely ungrounded

how completely the tides alter
from overtaking to embracing
from an angry tyrant to a caring father
the ocean captures what it doesn’t want gone
and gently nudges what doesn’t belong

how lovingly it cares for the life that it holds
manifesting beauty in colors so bold
in gorgeous guises of coral reef molds
and the darkest cavities with magnificent gravity
lay uncertainty in infinite sublimity

how beautiful the reality of this monsterful majesty
even when the storm whips rapidly
after the tides move speedliy
especially sea life and its regality
how beautiful the ocean is, in it’s glorious totality

the gliding queen’s harvest (poem)

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I can feel my reserves depleting
I’m pleading for relief
I can sense my heart, fast beating
I’m pleading for a break

staying afloat the only way I know how
reigning the horses and milking the cows
spitting it out and working my mind
take a breath, child, then back to the grind

and even though I’m near the end,
torn-up hearts are hard to mend
there’s no debating, only waiting
my soul knows whats right to do
I know I want to be with you

but I need relief
and I need a break
I can’t work on at this god awful pace
staying afloat the only way I know how
channeling my flow into right here, right now

and even though I’m almost done
I shouldn’t be around anyone
closing up cycles and mumbling alone
people are confused by the sound of my tone

I’m wrapped around a whirlwind of feeling
when I know my heart should really be healing
staying afloat, but get us on top
kill the weeds and harvest the crops

focus on the here and now
staying afloat the only way I know how
bound by pain, it’s hard to fly
but we can rip past these fuckin ties
maybe before I couldn’t have done it
but in this process I’ve all but become it

staying afloat the only way I know how
reigning the horses and milking the cows
spitting it out and working my mind
take a breath, child, then back to the grind
let go of us, pain, so we can fly.