A Sea of Musings Pt. 4

1.
Away it sank into the ocean
words across the simple page
ink escaping from the edges

“no means no at every age”

2.
Quickly scribbled on the napkin
words with heavy meaning
thrown into the arms of the ocean

“You are the reason for my breathing”

3.
Bottled in
I exposed myself once more for the world to see
one drop at a time
I release the words that swam around in me

4.
I’ve got a little something
from me, to the Mother Sea
so she opens her naval ears wide
and I sing through her waves
my words surfing from crest to trough
of the journey I’ve encountered
she listened
her waves mirroring my highs with a thunderous clap
and my lows with a downpour
She brings my secrets

In the Deep

Quick
Into the waves you’ll toss me
Swallowed by the deep dark blue
Air no option, as you wish
A watery grave with the fishes
Because they told you I’m no good
And you listened
After years waist deep in the holes we dug
A watcher with no shovel whispered nasty nothings
Plundered miles beneath the earth to plant a hoax
To get you alone
And it worked
Unknowing, I’ll turn my back your way
Vulnerable and unaware
The voices become irrevocable truths with hands of their owns
Clasped hard around my throat
A struggle at first, weaving through those muddy tunnels
Until surface reach at last
Where you’ll see I’ve stopped fighting
One last wink from the watcher probes rage
“Say it”
You flinch
“Do it”
You cave
Up and out towards the sea
waving as I’m caught
The chill whets my soul
So I ride the tide until I sink
And become your regretful memory
The sad song of the one that got away

Professing To The Deep

Engaged in the commotion of the slamming of the ocean
against the shoreline,
time slips into slow motion
as I dwell on the emotions,
tripping on the fatal notion
that the end is drawing near
and I am left with the misfortune
to decide
why is that I live to contradict myself
and lie
to protect the fallacies developed for the sake
that I
am no better than the fabric of my sweater,
going for the extra measure just to outlive this bad weather,
life is treasure,
but I’ve ruined the pleasure of seizing moments passing by,
I’ve gotten better but still surrender to the promptings of the sly,
giving away my full self stupidly and then wishing for my demise,
bad habits know no better home than what I willingly provide,
retreating back to the same patterns that I can’t just brush aside
and I am split on the inside;
two halves, much like Jekyll and Hyde
these complications ripple through me, feelings no substance could disguise
and so I’ll wash myself away with the high rising of the tide.