I stand in the middle of an ocean
I don’t drown
I stand
Among the Heaven’s watch
Distance from far and assured
Full of courage
No fear
I survive
Impact of the Holy One
I stand for one and all
The Faithful
Believing human vessel
I stand.
tide breath on my skin~
the sea lifts its silver voice,
teaching me to rest
silver ocean gleam
on faded wallpaper where
spring swallows plunge low;
each morning I give thanks for
a shore I no longer see.
She moves and pulses with the moon
twice each day in rhythmic waves,
seven continents on her breast.
Innumerable creatures suckle her breast
as she sighs beneath a silver moon,
kissing the shore with gentle waves.
Ebb and flow, she lifts soft waves
with the swelling motion of her breast;
she dreams beneath the waning moon.
The moon romances waves upon the ocean's breast.
Copyright, September 20, 2026
Where South China waters churn heavy and wide,
A widow rose up with the ocean's own tide.
No emperor’s decree could govern her hand,
She ruled forty thousand across sea and land.
Her laws were of iron, her word absolute—
No plunder unshared, and no thief with his loot.
With hundreds of junks bearing canvas of red,
The empires of Europe beheld her with dread.
The Qing and the Portuguese launched their attack,
Yet her fleet in the bay drove the battle-line back.
She outfought the crown and she outmaneuvered the state,
Till they offered her peace at the emperor's gate.
She surrendered her sails, but retained all her gold,
A pirate supreme who grew peaceful and old.
Though dynasties crumbled and admirals fell,
The terror of Canton lives on in the swell.
Her three tall masts pierce through the gray,
Where swells of sapphire rise and fall;
She rides the deep in grand display,
Answering the high sea's wild, cold call.
Her canvas full, each sail blown tight,
Stretched firm beneath a heavy breeze,
She carves her way with graceful might,
Across the rolling, restless seas.
With rhythmic ease, the waters swell,
And lift her dark frame toward the sky,
While white-capped crests surrounding tell
Of rolling deeps as she glides by.
From high atop the crow’s nest railing,
A lookout spots gray shadows near—
A pod of whales, majestic, sailing
Beside the hull without a fear.
At helm stands Captain Jack, steadfast,
His weathered hand upon the wheel,
Reflecting on her storied past
And every seam of iron and steel.
Born in the fires of sea-bound lore,
Rebuilt from ash, reclaimed from fate,
The Black Pearl haunts the coast once more,
A ghost of legend, proud and great.
The ocean breeze never shuts up.
Currents, rough currents.
Washing up on that horrible shore when there’s better places.
This beach ball.
It’s like my disability.
Gets messy from sand, and tapped lightly into the air.
Except, such a beach ball gets put away eventually.
Deflated.
Defeated from being a beach ball at the end of the day.
The ocean breeze is sandy failure.
Whooshing sounds of people splashing.
My disability.
Gets passed around like a little shovel used for sandcastles.
Gets left behind on the shore as the shore shifts.
The breeze never stops.
The shoreline is changing.
I’m proud of the tangled seaweed.
That feels like something.
The Journey
Exploring thy purpose
Understanding testimony
Miracle encountered
Assurance in believe
Heaven’s Vibe
Analyzing capability
Having no Doubt
The world wouldn’t understand
Beyond the world’s conscious
Created through excellence
Faith within
Seas pure and true
Walking in pursue
Distance seen
Miles to gain
Preparation derived
Waters reflect
Destiny a waits
Spoken Voice
Heaven’s words.
Freshwater ice, compressed,
breaks off, with tremulous lights
and shakes
and rotates
in intricate snowflakes
like wings, of ice crystals
then floats away, in the open Ocean
and she's tracing his steps, leaving white dust
like crushed shells
as she walks , gracefully, as if on
Japanese Okobo
They were attached, as if by circuits of frozen stems
with lacings , of smaller molecules
its microscopic
and its perfect
her ribs split open, and a mosaic of musical strings
reveal, what looks like melting precious silver
and her face, is draped in a mass
of webs, upon webs
she looks at him, through the haze
he's the parchment Worlds were written on
now a sychronized flight path, he illuminates
all the crowd of beams
of celestrial, night skies
and there, white noise combines
in steady, different frequencies
with excact, united, intensity
heard and seen, by only a few
is it choregraphed ?
Icebergs Dancing.
Set sail journey
A getaway like no other
Pulling away from the pier
Nothing but poetry to preserver
Connecting to other Poets
Embracing among the ship passengers
Hearing various Poet works
The Mic being the perk
Ocean breezes that unlock the mind and words
Feeling of assurance interacting the audience
Shore to shore
Island to Island
Spoken words sail
Readings upon readings for passengers to heard
Sharing poetry devotion and creation
Maneuvering through the waves
Acquainting Alph accelerating words
Poet heard to audience listen
Thought after thought
Theory instant
Communicating with other Poets like a family
Cruise ship stops along with the way with the island natives
Poet getaway
Enroute horizon
Big bang
Poetry explosion
Cruising relaxed on the ocean.
We drained rivers and raised the tide
Why panic? Just run and hide
With pained shivers and ragged pride
Cry Havoc! The sun has died
A walk uncovered,
whether light rain or rough sea
cleansed by the water.
white foam on the tide
she carries seas deep secrets
ocean is churning
Two frail wings tremble above the black waves
North calls through salt and thunder
One long hundred miles home
moonlight falls
silent on snow
frozen towering wild turns its face to ancient sea
the ocean, brooding, darkly gazes back
waves crash on rock
ink upon the shore
beneath the endless starry surface
a world of light and wonder
fall and float among the luminescence
down
down
the kingdom of giants wide awake
among deep time and eons
majestic sirens of the fathoms
call to their kin across the stars
Titan, Ceres, Europa, Earth
sisters, cetaceans, sing
Antarctic abyss keeps its secrets
hidden since creation
epoch after epoch
as it was in the beginning
is now
and ever shall be... until
we meet amongst the midnight
in distant days ahead
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