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Meet Me Half Way




erased for publishing


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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


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Tropical Obsession

I've got a tropical obsession
I think I'm losing my mind
I want to see my work day done
Go out and have some fun
And leave the city life behind.

I love the roar of the ocean
The smell of tanning lotion
A secluded beach somewhere
There are coconuts in the trees
With a warm and gentle breeze
And a flower in your hair.

I've got a tropical obsession
It's driving me up a wall
I want the palm trees and the shore
Blue skies and so much more
Oh God! I want it all

There's an island in the sea
I can hear it calling me
Saying come on home today
I'll bring my old beach chair
Plant it in the sand somewhere
And that's where I'm going to stay

I've got a tropical obsession
And I just can't set it free
On an island remote
In a little fishing boat
Is where I want to be.


Details | Ballade | |

Sea impression

                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity. 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      


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Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





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Time In Hand

There's an old man
with a watch in his hand
Laying by a beach where there's grass and no sand
and he yells:

... O lord! whatcha doin' to me!
Aren't the last minutes for free?
Aren't the last minutes for free...

Now old man
with his frown on his back
keeping eyes dry
but his smile on attack
He doesn't move a word
but he says out of line
and his watch just ticking and talking of time

Tick
was it you that held that door
Tock
I don't remember what the seconds are for
Tick
did you find if love was sublime
Tock
old man why you wasting, why you wasting my rhyme

and he yells:

O lord! whatcha doin' to me!
Every moment keeps on passing like the stings of a bee
and the wasp are closing in and there wasting their prime
what sin have I commited to be paying such crime

Listen old man
there ain't a thing you've done
Even spiders weave webs when they have become un-spunned
and with every counting numerical suggestion you just ask for an answer
When you don't even know what question you're after

Now
There's an old man
with a watch in his hand
Laying by a beach where there's grass and no sand
and he yells:

O lord! whatcha doin' to me!
Aren't the last minutes for free?
Aren't the last minutes for free...


Details | Ballad | |

Very Hot Day

Oooohh! You cruise to the beach.
You cruise to the sand.
You cruise all across this land.

Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
A spot with lots of shade.

Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
Where the water's clear and fresh.

Because Oooohh! It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down..
Cools you down..
Cools you down..

It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down.
Cools you down..
Cools you down..

Oooohh! You cruise to the Sun.
You join in on the fun.
View the desert along the way.

Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
A place to cool it down..

Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
An oasis near the sand.

Because Oooohh! It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down.
Cools you down..
Cools you down..

It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down..
Cools you down..
Cools you down..

Beach Lyrics by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2014..
All rights reserved..


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Three lovers

Three lovers: by Trinity Chasara 14/3/14
I followed two bliss-drunk lovers
Down a country path
Through flitting shadow
The great void of silence
Soothing sweet waves of moonlight
Just to be close to the warmth
That did freely flow gently
Over gentle lips and flaming touches
Munificent creatures in the best entwine of desire
‘My beautiful lover,’ I heard him say
With voice tainted with faux of charm
And the hues of love did spread on her cheeks
Like the beauteous designs of butterflies
That in memory’s cathedral yawned litanies
Sprawled over random hypnotic motions
I looked and looked and drank the sight
Two blossoms warbling flatteringly
Over a dreamy delight
But like birds they did see the stranger
And flew away in flutter
Down the clustered weeds
Of a surreptitious quest


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Albert The Alligator, Florida University Mascot Story

A green sweaty swampy land
Maybe no place for a man
But it is a home to many creatures
Such as our friend's the alligators

Now not so long ago,
In their steamy mysterious habitat
There was a fog so dim it almost made it black
and it had large limb's that hung low on the trees 
And each slim blade of grass went an inch above your knees

All gators that lived here
seemed to be very ornary and mean 
And it was considered ordinary
To attack their peers With bone crushing teeth

One could ask,
Why are they so mad?
But it's not their fault
It's just the way they were taught how to act
Ever since their speckled eggs hatched
And learned how to make their jaws snap
 
However, not all gators were like this
There was one who was filled with happiness
He wore a blue hat and a bright orange shirt
Everyone reluctantly called him Albert

Because Albert happened to be completely different
All the other gators kept him at an arm's distance
They called him names and spat in his face
But his joy just never seemed to fade

See Albert had a huge dream
His dream was to be with the humans
As they yelled and screamed
For the local school's winning football team

Out of nothing but sheer excitement,
Albert shared this with the others
But they all laughed even his brothers

So Albert decided right then
to not care about what anyone said
And to pursue his only dream
No matter how long or tough it may be

The next day Albert left that dreary swamp
On mission to prove the nay-sayers wrong
And when he left that dim fog grew so dark
You could not see or hear a big dog's bark

So he made his way to the nearby school
Where he saw not no one, not a single soul
Every building was empty
From the top to bottom floor
The all of a sudden, Albert heard a thundering roar
"Romp!, Stomp!, Chomp!, Welcome to the Swamp!"

He rushed to the football stadium
Where he was met with open arms
He finally felt accepted, safe from abuse and harm
So with his new friends, he rose up in exultation
His life was anew, he was the love of Swamp Nation


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


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Trudy

You puckered up your lips
You went and cut your Beatle fringe
You squeezed in your bikini
And you trimmed your ginger minge
Your shadow on the beach eclipsed
The bathers on the sa-a-a-a-nd
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! You're out to bag a man
.
She lazes on the beach
Down by the Purple Dolphin Bar
She dribbles down her chin
While ogling hotties from afar
And even though you're thrice the size
You started out to be-e-e-e-
Tru-u-u-udy! You'd have two of him for tea
.
She spies a clueless victim
As his glasses hit the ground
She gaffs him with a tender look
And the sturdy rope she'd found
Though it's not gold nor money
That will cure this Turtle Dove
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! It's just buckets full o' love
.
She straddled him, his legs so thin
Then she began to pout
For it took half the fire brigade
To pull her victim out 
Then he began to run as soon
As his feet touched the ground
Now Tru-u-u-udy, he's nowhere to be found


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The Lady Flies from The Ocean to Return a River

    In her slippery salmon swim
    And red streaked Crawdads chute
    Into her eddying pools
    To stare at her from beneath rocks.
    Whitewater rapids challenge men
    To stand against her torrential frame
    And face her, screaming out in pain
    Torturous centuries of ecstatic rain
    To be her solitary stone
    To stand against her all alone
    A true man to soften her cold soul.
    And who’ll be her Reigning Lord
    Echo her insanity
    To lover her shade and slippery slopes
    Crevices’ waiting, sharp inclines.
    Once a current in the sea
    So filled with green and mystery
    To her a man did rarely come
    Then, pulled up by curious shapes
    Like lambs, in white puffs she flew
    And traced her shadow cross the land
    Till the puffs released her soul
    In little flakes, gentle and slow
    For a time entombed in frozen snow.

    There men saw her as a sprite
    Reflected in her cage of white
    Men chased her form of watery light
    In dreams that came hard in the night
    Her body lucid, long and lean
    A cold corpse, frozen to the earth
    Blue hair, bent arm, frozen knee
    The sun took pity, broke the back
    Of the ice block and set her free
    So through high mountains, cliffs
    And rocks she trickled
    In a gathering streams, in rivulets
    Of tears, mouths open
    Her bosomed skin slipped as ice
    Pain built up the rage within
    And sorrow brought it to the light.
    Green – the color of fast and deep
    White – the foam that came in waves
    Along the long and joyous vein
    She spreads her long body
    Knee bent, her heavy breasts pinned
    Blasted, rippled by the wind
    She’s touched only by old earth’s hand
    Its gravity like a naked man
    Basking in her pools
    Her faces and belly ghosting him, a mirror.

    Watch her through the thickening trees
    Her body sliding toward the sea
    A torturous rape, a rapid ride
    For all who’ve hung upon her side
    Hearts pound, as she shrieks and sighs
    With each down stroke a demon dies
    Within the man who’s bourn the pain
    Endured her crushing fingers round
    Who’s felt the pound of her breasts soft
    Been beaten by her to the blood
    And awaits for centuries her cold flood. 


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The Devil's Thief

     THE DEVIL'S THIEF
Arranged in paradise, by suffering's fate,
to have no end, to be alone and wait,
it was her love, acceptance came so fast
she had no time to think it might not last,
as he, the sailor left, she loved too late;

He'd waited on the dock so long he grew
to be inspired by something she won't do,
'twas just a recognizing love is there
the reaching out for what is everywhere,
but love for her was something all so new;

the sail was set and ties that bound the ship
were heaved away, and thus began the trip,
upon the ocean, far into the sun,
to where the keel was loose and let to run
and sailed right on to where the moon would dip.

She on the shore, he on the watch at three,
both dreaming dreams not ever let to be
but absence makes the heart more fonder yet,
and out of sight means not they will forget;
the ship sailed on, uncharted was the sea;

the gale that came and sank him to the reef,
took from the shore the lady in her grief,
and they were thus to marry, in the sea,
united 'neath the waves, eternally,
depriving love from time, the devil's thief.
    © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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Christmas in July!

The family is all gathered, Just like Christmas Day; All lined up in bikini’s, Soaking up the ray’s; The beach front sure is hot, In the middle of July; On the deck catchin’ catfish, So we can have a catfish fry; Playin’ beach volleyball, In Daisy Duke shorts; With friends and family, Of all different sorts; At night there’s a bonfire, We’re all makin’ S’mores; It’s so nice to spend, Our Christmas outdoors; It’s a gift to be here together, And that’s what Christmas brings; It doesn’t matter the time of year, From winter to summer to spring; And I sure love when Christmas, Comes around in July; All those warm and fuzzy feelings, When the temperature is high!


Details | ABC | |

A Presence like the Wind

Through the doors of my heart
Her presence enters,
A trail of light, wind, and commendations
Of summer escort her footsteps
Sashaying the strands of her hourglass garment.

Impressions stretched like sunlight on a prism,
As wind whispering thru river reeds,
As cool as beach wind stroking tenderly
Across the hairs of my skin:
Beautiful enigma, my African konga

Playing your melodic rhythms on the floors of my being
Opens me to wind that is you. You, my crystal wind
Washing away brine that has been tied to the waters of my soul.
Your eyes place me in utopia, your hands bring me succour
From the muddy places that have held me in itches

Your presence is a softness
Chilling as the wind, woman.


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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Surfboard City

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough girls to go around.

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough time to party down.

Find a wave, then find the tide.
Find a wave that you can ride.

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough waves to go around.

Find a blond.With big blue eyes.
You might find.They match the skies.

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough girls to go around.

Find a wave, then find the tide.
Find a wave that you can ride.

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough waves to go around.

Find a blond.With big blue eyes.
You might find.They match the skies.

Surfboard City, party town.
There's enough girls to go around.

Surfboard City, party town.

Surfboard City, party down..

Surfboard City-Song By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1984,2014..ALL rights reserved..


Details | Prose Poetry | |

These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!


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If I Could Again

Remembering the sun those days
the smell of the sea
northwest breeze.
A thought flew thru me
hit me brought me back again
is that you?
I close my eyes 
stumble around the rocks
a memory saved of you I find.
Then another thought flows thru me
hits me while I'm here
must be you.
Time got lost inside my mind.
But thoughts of you I always find.
Open my eyes not here I cry.
Take me to the beach where seagulls fly.
I close my eyes to dream of you.
I close my eyes to dream I'll be with you.
I close my eyes to love on you.
I close my eyes to dream to be with you.
Those summer nights with friends at parties
we were young once
flying kites.
As the sun covered me
the ocean deep blue
I remember set you free.
Now I watch those good old times
in my head
favorite movie I hit rewind.
What I remember most with you
lieing there all night
with you feeling right.
Time got lost inside my mind.
Memories of you I always find.
I close my eyes just to have that time to dream of you.
At the beach where seagulls fly.
With you if I could again I would again with you.
I close my eyes just to dream of you.
In my dream I could again with you.
Oh yes with you all over again.
Twice a million times with you.
Its you with I would again.
If I could again oh yes,
I would with you again.


Details | Free verse | |

Dock Of The Bay

Back in the summer of 69
                            I remember sitting on the dock of the bay
                                     watching the boys of summer
                                   build their love shacks love shacks
                                    girls were playing twister and
                                   sipping on pina coladas all day
                                     feeling kind of groovy  groovy
                                    I couldn't get much higher higher
                                     with these such good vibrations
                                     from the summer in the city
                                     way down in Key Largo
                                watching my beach baby beach baby
                                           from the dock of the bay
                                   





Just Something I was working on
for a song Used all summer songs LOL
Hate to see the summer fun end




This Song Is Written By Me 
And Now Is It Is Published Thru N.W. Alabamba


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Yearn to the sands

Nov2011
By  Sashi.Prabhu(Zeauoxian)

Awoke early this morn with a dizzy head,
Last nite I had a torrid time in bed.
Tossed and turned on a warm bed last nite,
Troubled were the dreams , set my head a lite.

Was thinking ahead as I stepped off my bed,
Dull was my sight as I thought I wept. 
The sadness within wrinkled my brow,
The puffiness in myself  and I asked myself what now?

On the wisdom’s throne I went and perched,
Gone I want the thoughts of emptiness, that lurched,
A smile I forced on my sleepy face,
I got to ready myself a put on all grace.

I came here to the lavatory to drop and stink,
But all I desire to do is sit and think.
But now all that I do is scratch my balls,
And see the soap stains on the walls.


And now it dawns to me it’s satur’s morn,
As the thought seeps in ,all pain is gone.
To the beach we are going when the sun gets high,
To the clear water, clean air and blue sky.

The salty spray I imagine now,
The force of the mist and the freshness in my body all above.
My body is jovious and filled with frolic,
The juices in my stomach churn just like a craving desired by an alcoholic.

As the sun goes up I pack my things,
The flame within is joyous and on my face it brings,
The sound of the waves and the smell of wet sand, 
The call of the beach is strong even in the hinterland.

As we drive to the hotel and park the car,
I can see the birds fly by and go afar.
I check into the room 
And spend time to groom.

To the restaurant we head,
Buffet served on the table of snacks, tea , coffee and lots of bread.
After the snack I have a gulp of coffee truly black,
And get myself to the sandy track…………