Ocean Fate Poems

Why?

Why? Why kill psychologists in my life?
Why? 
They don’t see my sufferings and my life.
They are just killing me.
A long time ago I haven’t own...

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The battlefield is filled with blood,

Washing the whole field like an ocean that will never end,

My comrades kill to defend themselves,

I kill to survive

My enemies...

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He hath made 
The point quite
Sincere never trade

Your pointless trite
Round former great
Whose sharpened plight

Remains unchanged fate
Indispensable when betrayed
Honed deeply serrate...

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I sped around
a painted ship
the deck, all deck
where she, the song
that lured me there
does captivate
again

but as she sang
she voiced a sea
the mouth, all mouth
cried crew...

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How can love be so good for you
When sometimes
You get so drunk and intoxicated
It can also make you blind
Nothing can hurt so much
And causes you...

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What if tomorrow the sun suddenly stopped to burn
All the birds had flown away because they had forgotten their song
There were no more days only...

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The Creators brush in the stream of Ocean waves
Painting with feeling and shading with inner thought 
Inventing a life a moment of escape
Swimming towards an...

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Friend
Twilight and evening bell 
Jingling and screaming like a rose of jungle
Then came a gentle breeze tap behind my gentle skin
Alas!
There stood my helper
And journey...

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It’s been 36 days since you were dethroned 
You were the free-standing house, I was the fist that ripped the power line in half 
You’re...

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Whither The Fates Carry

Anchors aweigh in 1609, Anno Domini!
A convoy of ships laden with cargo set sail,
And departed Plymouth harbour to cross the Atlantic
For Jamestown,...

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by Maxwell Sebastian Burchett

Set sail on an ocean,
An unknown sea,
At times adrift, unknown destination,
No compass or charts to see.

No return to original harbor
I must sail...

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On the loom of existence, our saga unfolds, 
Lives woven in controversy; a story is told. 
A symphony of chaos, a dance of extremes, 
A...

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     oh ...

have you seen my darling boy
    blond hair, like corn silk, falling?
    ...

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We cling to rocks in the oceans
like ants aboard a rotting corpse;
feeding off a decaying heart;
oblivious to its demise.
Warring over choice carrion,
contriving bigger colonies
on the...

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Would You Love Me If I Wasn’t A Poet?

Would you love me if I wasn’t a poet?
Writing between the rhymes
Building beautifully a wonder from words
Sculpting...

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