Poor Choices

On my own again

Stranded on an island

Of my thoughts-

The waters that surround me

Are currents of my memories,

Swirling whirlpools of chaos

Keeping me isolated.

 

I can’t escape

The dangerous waves of

“What ifs”

Formed with the wind and the choices of my past-

But I’ll construct

My escape from this godforsaken island

With a study raft of good intentions

And move forward on unsteady waters

To a new world yet unexplored.

Ocean Waves, Part 1

I yearn to be in your presence,

Feel the warmth you provide

Just from being near.

 

Cleanse my soul

While I drink in your essence

Upon my return

And soak you in.

 

I promise to visit soon

And we’ll converse

In our own language-

A code

Made up

Of whispers and secrets-

I’ll tell you of all my travels

And listen to your tales

Of everything you’ve witnessed

From around the world.

 

I can’t wait to see you again…

I’ll catch a glimpse of you in the distance

And you’ll wave,

Just like you always do,

Welcoming me home.

 

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Siren

Flowing red hair

Catching light

Catching fire

Long wavy tendrils

Caressing her body

Like the desire of your hands.

 

You hear her-

Her voice a cage

Surrounding you

Holding you captive

As you listen to the tune in her voice

Your ankles are shackled

The hum in her throat

Your hands are bound.

She sings her song

And your soul is hers.

A Sailor’s Love Affair (A Sea Shanty)

Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress

Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress

Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress

The sea, she is your home.

 

Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow

Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow

Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow

The sea, she is your home.

 

Hoist up the sails and take her sailing

Hoist up the sails and take her sailing

Hoist up the sails and take her sailing

The sea, she is your home.

 

Drink some rum and praise her glory

Drink some rum and praise her glory

Drink some rum and praise her glory

The sea, she is your home.

 

Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting

Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting

Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting

The sea, she is your home.

 

Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you

Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you

Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you

The sea, she is your home.

 

 

*Sang to the tune of “Drunken Sailor*