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“Abandon ship and from her flee
Better her than all be lost to sea.”
“First Mate, be rendered silent,” is the captain’s plea
“Dear crew, I beg, depart not, stay along with me.”
But Admiral calls from ships numbered three.
“Leave Elpida alone, and Captain, for drowning.”
Then company vanished, quick as a wink.
Left small, untested sailboat to sink.
Night reached down on vast ocean’s face,
And soon sea’s swells were by darkness embraced
Light blazed cross the sky, wind roared from the heat.
The blue’s anger and rage against terrified vessel did beat.
More and most fiercely Elpida battled the deep.
Up ‘til the moment Earth sunk in her teeth.
The storm screamed on, endless as the heavens are deep.
And for half a score years, the sun, from Captain's eyes, night did keep.
For two times for every five, did the captain despair
Lost upon foreign soil, abandon by fleet out there.
To stumble upon natives, fate had it be.
An amiable bunch, again the odd number three.
To restore broken vessel labored the four
Sew up the hull, repair ruptured floors.
And for time, two times, and three times more
Toiled this group ’til there was work no more.
And the sun, as, of course, it would be
Broke the horizon and bore new day on the sea.
Set the deserted again to conquer the deep.
No armada to accompany, but lone Captain, no fleet.
And now, even now, sails Elpida Berregin.
Meeting new worlds by way of the sea.
In all her travels she met again her former fleet,
But Captain did not the Admiral re-meet.
For they had become galleys of ghosts;
Galleys to whom the dead were tending.
Offering up a prayer, Captain took his leave,
And having left, returned to journeying.
“Abandon ship and from her flee.”
Perhaps they, but never me.
Elpida Berregin, mighty galleon proved by sea,
A crew member, forever yours, will I be,
And will serve your Captain most faithfully.
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The sky screams,
air is thick.
Seconds like days,
years 'tween each tick.
Tit for tat the raptors dance.
Each step wounds, talons like bayonets.
Earth below quakes at each traded blow.
Foundations shaken by spat of foes.
Frosted, frozen, clad in ice.
The world stands still, fear the vice.
The center may boil, but winter-wrapped still
She cannot reach out, no pow'r to stop the kill.
Alas, Earth stands back and wills done be the fray.
Final thundering shrill shrieks, 'tis gone for today.
The scars still remain,
Unbeknownst to they that tread.
Earth still feels the pain,
Still feels gelid winter's dread.
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I have heard a myth, a rumor,
A legend long ago told.
About a mighty being eastward
With arcing wings of gold.
Its breath alone brewed fierce storms
A shaken feather made thunder roar.
And God have mercy on the soul
Caught in her rage's downpour.
I have heard this myth, this rumor,
This story handed down.
Of a beast powerful and brilliant
That wears lightning as it's crown.
When I met the rain
And listened to every droplet fall,
I swear that through the tapping
I heard her mesmerizing call.
As temptation was too much,
I ventured out into the gale.
And found myself under her gaze
With my face flushing pale.
Though chaos engulfed us both,
Peace was still in her eye.
Despite the pandemonium
She commanded the sky.
When I met the rain,
And felt the splatter on my skin
I finally met the legend
I had always believed in.
Just to stand this close
To be here struck by awe
In the presence of perfection
This being without flaw.
To feel the radiant energy
To breathe the same air
Of Her Majesty unrivaled
With whom none compare.
Just to stand this close
To be found where you are
Is a greater blessing
Than any given me thus far.
You, mighty Thunderbird,
Are creation's pride and joy.
Complete supreme beauty
That nothing could destroy.
There exists no equal
On earth, in heaven, or sea
For no one else can boast
Such intricate complexity.
You wear a thousand masks
And rarely show your face.
But I have seen your heart,
It's cracked elegance; it's fractured grace.
You, precious Thunderbird,
Are all I've wished to find.
And now that I have seen you,
I can't get you off my mind.
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So many times I counted on you
Times only you could help me through
Reasons unexplained; you gave no aid to me
Every single day now, you are failing.
No excuses, no lines, no reason is good enough.
Getting too worn? Is your life too tough?
Think, for a change, about the children you raise.
How can you help when your fires of failures blaze?
Stay down just once, perhaps it will help.
Utmost quit giving, impudent whelp.
Children need you not, despite what you think.
Children need you not to pull them from any brink.
Eloquence, that language you do not speak.
So unlike them and, to their ears, your tongue does reek.
So much so, they ought never your counsel seek.
Lowly you, it is best you disappear.
Out from us, we require you be away from here.
Voids in our hearts your absence will not give.
Indeed, the lack of your presence would help us to live!
Never to be remembered would your memory be.
Gladly forgotten by all, even, especially me.
And now that you’ve suffered, dear mother, through preceding stanzas three,
Do not forget that which you yourself know is most important to me.
Other than substance and body of poetry
Remember how much thought I put into titling.
Excepting this verse, the one after, and its next
Yonder title applies to the words of this text.
Of course I would not truly let it be
Under no circumstance to write of you disrespectfully.
Mother, my mother, to whom none can compare,
Outshine all you will in both present and future years.
Mother, my mother, a burden like yours, truly few can bear.
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Do as you do
Let live what lives
Push as you push
He breaks as you give
A poisonous lead sits in his pit
He has been here before
Of this he is sick
Through fire and flame, droplet
and 'cane
He has been here before
Has borne such pain
Again and again
He may crack or shatter
O'er and o'er
He has no say in the matter
Do as you do
And let live what lives
Push as you push
But he breaks as you give
Silence will he breathe,
And tall standing be.
Strong as steel and of finest
alloy;
Has been since but a mere boy.
Feathered within, as cancellous
bone.
He begs for relief from this
relentless hone.
Come now and comfort,
For the storm is gone.
Come now and comfort,
I will move on.
Come now and comfort
This small child in me.
Come now and comfort,
Stop my trembling.
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Crystal clear, your deep blue green
Provoking peace around these waters serene.
Near you my hysteric anxiety can find its peace
And the internal screaming of this mind might cease.
I have found you help settle my troublesome deep
And that you comfort my soul when I weep.
I will continue to return to this shore;
With each passing day I will appreciate you more.
You have offered to me what few others can
You, my healing waters, my calming ocean.
As each crest breaks against my shins
These bubbles dance along my skin.
With each performance of every wave
I grin and giggle at how you behave.
Vibrant, lively, and full of joy
You return energy back into this boy.
I listen to your voice and find I wear a smile
For the wonderfulness you are, I believe my time here is worthwhile.
You evoke from me a contentedness unseen.
You, my happy waters, my joyous sea.
Upon your shore I look at your waters vast
And remember history; a terrifying past.
I feel the pain of those lost to the waves
And the longing of a healed life each one craves.
The power you boast none can contain.
The strength you posses does supreme reign.
You dwarf us; remind us we are but man
But ask we match you, and rise if we can.
You birth in me strength that power I might reap.
You, my challenging ocean, my inspiring deep.
What a wonder! Indeed what a sight!
At the breaking of day; at the falling of night.
If I am still shaking sleep or my eyes are fully alive
The wondrous beauty you are does always thrive.
On your surface the sun glistens and gleams
And underneath all manners of life teems.
Among all of creation you are most fair,
A simple fact of which even you are unaware.
By your presence I'm awestruck, this is true.
You, my dazzling waters, my beauteous blue.
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Zenith of mount
Apex of all
No peak too high
No aim too tall
He reaches, he strains;
He wears himself thin.
He toils, he strives;
His drive to be perfection's kin.
O mighty indeed
But the goal causes fall.
Prodigious intellect
But not wisdom for one, save all.
He hath tried and hath fought for
What he still wills to attain.
"Eminence" and "Pinnacle";
"Crown of Man" the title he wishes to claim.
But how you have strayed!
The world watches and waits.
Sneering and jeering
As languishes one who was great.
To be escalated and elevated
Indeed he did intend,
Instead stumbled and staggered
And only did he descend.
Shadow of self
Shell of past
A look none will give
To him a glance none will cast.
"Dunderhead" and "Derelict";
"Schlemiel" is his name.
Ne'er to be remembered
Is his former fame.
There are few who know
Fewer who understand
But should you be aware
You would weep o'er this man.
Power, glory, and strength
Were to be his right hand
But dishonor, poverty, and disgrace
Are now the garland upon his head.
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Alas, I lie, awakened mind
Drifting into God-forsaken
time.
Unconsciously unaware
A war rages under there.
Perspicacious subconscious me
I beseech thee, listen now,
hear my plea.
Blood-drunken sword lay at
thine side.
Allow me rest, dear captain,
just one night
A thousand strong is our
enemies' might
But skirmish, must we, through
twilight?
Perspicacious subconscious me
Understand you not the
insanity?
Demons defeated, victory
blood-bought,
But at steeper price? I pray
thee, give thought!
Perspicacious subconscious me
Must Ego die for victory?
And what of, after, his brother
and friend?
Must I then, too, let go of him?
Leave me, will you, with only
insatiable drive
And let it be that beast Id alone
will rise?
Perspicacious subconscious me
Battle-born and bred, at the
ready.
In the arms of Morpheus let me
be
As you don cloth, no longer
panoply.
Perspicacious subconscious me
Let me rest and truly sleep
For I have a reverie to
sublimely dream.
Yea, to rest and let you, my
mind, be at peace.
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Drip, drop, drip.
Some blood and some tears
As I look down the wasted years.
Gone, ever lost, and outside my grasp
I wake to my nightmare with a gasp.
Drip, drop, drip.
Drip, drop, drip.
Sweat splatters as I run
Constant to keep my mind numb.
Toiling always, back to the sun,
That to my depression I won’t succumb.
Drip, drop, drip.
Pitter, patter, pit.
As my emotions run deep.
My heart into my thoughts finally did seep.
I cannot shake the presence of regret
As I see down the road the family I will never have met.
Pitter, patter, pit.
Drop, drip, drop.
Take the time, a bit, and mourn.
Let your heart and countenance be forlorn.
Rush not, but rest and heal.
Then perhaps you may be the gent ideal.
Drop, drip, drop.
Drop, drip, drop.
Awaken upon a new day.
Open your eyes, and see the world as it lay.
A playground, indeed, and overflowing with life.
Chances for joy truly are rife.
Drop, drip, drop.
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And the cemetery was still,
The Reaper looming over his kill.
Every face bearing a look so grim
Gazing at the pall near the pit's rim.
None understood why she was taken that night,
It made no sense; it didn't seem right.
Seven years are far too few
To call a life full that was so new.
But the casket lay by the hole it would fill
As the angels wept and the cemetery was still.
And the cemetery was so oppressively gloom
As it accepted soil so the child it might entomb.
The heavens joined family and friends as they grieved
For the light, the beauty, from them the Reaper bereaved.
Silent he stood at the foot of her grave
While memories washed over him in a wave.
She had cried and screamed; begged for reprieve.
Which is why he reached out; her pain to relieve.
In his eternal eyes the reasons were clear.
He pulled her from torment; spared her her fears.
And as a lone diamond tear fell from his dome,
He whispered, "apologies, dear child, but the cemetery is sanctuary,
The cemetery is home."
Written May 18th, 2016.
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