The band forms via destiny sprinkled with chance.
Traveling backroads, they bond in blood and struggle.
Moreover, there's love, camaraderie, perseverance.
Destined to lick the tangy mist atop their peak.
The journey, deeply rooted in soul-seasoned sweat.
Ego arrives bearing a rash of tiny leaks.
Slowly sinking, they jump ship and disband.
Going solo, seeking and kneading their own clan.
Sometimes they try to reunite to recapture the past.
But it just isn't quite right; the magic has jumped the vinyl groove.
Green feet have no desire to step back into worn shoes.
I once took a peer pressured pill that sent me in to a hypersensitive thrill. A smiley faced white pill , I was forced to endure to not be labelled a buzz kill. After the effects started to kick in my body began to sway, hallucinations of demons closed in on me which I could not fight away. I was a souls trapped in a human body trying to jump ship, my skin burned to the surface whilst my stomach did a back flip. My peers laughed at me whilst I lost my mind, some tried to take advantage of me on the dance floor with a grind. I felt helpless like I had no control, and I had shed my skin I left my body on the floor she was oh so thin. One tiny pill took my life I followed the reaper to the golden gates whilst he gripped his scythe. Don’t do drugs they take your humanity, addiction paid its price and cost me my sanity
amongst rubble, i see an old friend’s face,
her trip had separated our friendship.
she waves me over, but i was too late,
i needed her, and she chose to jump ship.
how could she do this to our long kinship?
anger boiled into dark rage and fury,
but that swift moment was no mystery,
the person to look down upon, was me.
my own pain, anguish, my own misery.
obvious it was me; who else could it be?
Each fragile dandelion Orb of feathered, tiptoed seeds
Invite Curiosity's breath to loft your prosperous needs
Anchor away La Pinta, La Niña, cast off Santa Maria
Heave hoe your Astrolabe Star ward to map Nirvana
Sail well past your daunting precipice in daring abandon
The Perils of Earth's plate, let emptier thoughts imagine
Be bold. Lift in weightless step. Jump ship to board Apollo
Hitch a ride to wander in imagination the coming tomorrow
Not enough to say
"I love you, Lord" and jump ship
Judas does not pay.
I haven’t written a fiddle-faddle footle in a while. Here goes:
flotsam
bought some
floating
doting
for miles
exiles
flash scenes…
careens
ah trees…
no…bees!
coasting
ghosting
swirling
whirling
fish fly
oh my
up creek
looks bleak
fiddle…
diddle
faddle…
straddle
fiddle
twiddle
faddle -
paddle?
big scream
no dream
jump ship
don’t slip
soft land
life’s grand
my feet
take seat
debris
past me…
i sleep
dream deep
3/15/2022
When I was a child there was no better thrill
Than joyfully skipping a finely cast stone.
When exploring the world with an unjaded eye
There was no greater pleasure than being alone.
I once came to run with a dangerous crew,
But had to jump ship when my cover was blown.
When it’s midnight on the sea of good and evil,
There is no greater pleasure than being alone.
I’ve been cock o’ the walk to some petulant hens,
Many were supine, while others were prone.
But in time I arrived at the poignant conclusion,
There is no greater pleasure than being alone.
"I'm good at thinking outside the box, so much that you begin to realize it's not a box at all" Will.I.Am
circle back, low hanging fruit
leverage this new route
bottom line touch base, pivot
quick win feel your spirit
boil the ocean you rockstar,
empower all your dreams
drill down in the weeds shots are
fired top of mind believe
stay with me on the same page
put a pin in it gauge
that you are a game changer
move the needle saner
your best in class gameplan
is the bang for your buck,
just jump ship from the wasteland
think outside the box good luck
01/24/2022
I once was a farmer
I worked the land
I reaped the corn
With a scythe in my hand
I ploughed my furrow
I sowed my seed
I grew my crops
My family to feed
One day hot and thirsty
With the sun going down
I went for to drink
At the alehouse in town
As I was a drinking
There at the Inn
Without any warning
The press gang came in
So I was taken
I was taken so fast
And told that my future
Was before the mast
So in my fields
I no longer plough
Instead the wide ocean
I must plough now
From hauling on ropes
My hands are all torn
Sometimes I wish
I had never been born
Our captains a hard man
If one of us fails
He'll have us flogged
With a cat o' nine tails
When I climb the rigging
I oft times will find
I think of the family
That I left behind
One day I'll jump ship
And I'll stay on shore
I'll serve the Kings navy
Never no more
I'll return to my loved ones
I'll go back to the land
Once more I will reap
With my scythe in my hand
I've sailed the wide oceans
Seen Paris and Rome
But nothing compares
With my humble home
We boarded the soulful train at birth.
We grasp our family will be our vassal.
Both of our parents will starve to death.
No one escorted us toward the gravel.
Our parents will debark from the train later.
Hence we're left alone along this journey.
Sprung people will be joining our tabor.
Family and companions are at life's worry.
Plenty will jump ship, leaving an endless void.
Others vanish so quietly we can't notice.
It'll be a train ride of farewell and fear alloyed
We must maintain a strong host alliance.
We are uncertain of our exit in this mystery.
But should adore, excuse, and utter our aware all.
It's crucial, yet we should abandon our seats empty.
We must improve comely memories for future recall.
On this vessel for far too long.
But as captain, I can't jump ship.
The land taunts, to me you belong.
Why did you agree to this trip.
On board for just over a year.
Mentally trying to stay strong.
Losing my marbles I do fear.
My career choice was very wrong.
Crashing waves sing a mocking song.
So you thought you could handle me.
Vastness of my waves are headstrong.
From me you will never be free.
I will invade your dreams at night.
Haunting nightmares I can prolong.
Decision you make should be right
Accept, then can we can get along
Jan 25, 2020
Out of Bounds!
Do you know when your sanity's out in 'left field?'
Are you still in the ballpark? Oh, heart, please get steeled!
Though the answers aren't pretty, the truth's there to seek!
It's when I feel the strongest; I'm often most weak!
I don't hate God at all, but I know that man's not
Even close to His Word, such pretense is absurd,
In such great agitation? One's mind turns to rot.
Does it seem friend betrays you, you fear stranger's plot?
'Out of bounds' Sir's the Christian who loves to start fires,
Who burns other's faith down, who claims other's are liars,
In bemusement would torch angels' funeral pyres,
Burn own children to death in attempts to flee hell!
If you're riding this boat friend, things aren't going well!
You'd be wise to jump ship, or perhaps add less lip
To the cauldron you stir, if you do, I won't tell!
But you need to give up your strong urge to control,
To be 'out of bounds' hints that you act like a troll!
Try obeying the laws and not stacking the courts,
If you hope to find Love, not just f**k paid escorts!
Long Tooth
May 24th of 2019
Jump Ship and Skip Trip
We are sure ball players may jump ship,
And they will not go along or take trip;
No doubt,
Forget about,
So all activities they did decide to skip.
Many of Red Sox are saying to forget it.
Jim Horn
She tried to get my attention a number of times
But It was not possible because
I was a country or two away
Wearing brown leather swashbuckler pants
White billowy blouses, and multi-buckled boots,
Fighting pirates with Sabers.
I was mighty and terrifying.
Hearing my war cry turned their blood to ice
Which is why I did not have to stab them
All I had to do was wave my sword around
And scream and they would jump ship
And get eaten by sharks or swim to land
Pride oozed out of me as I heard my battle cry.
Student me replaced pirate queen me hard and fast
When I heard my peers laughing
Apparently the teacher was not amused by a battle cry
In the middle of her boring math lesson
A Pirate Queen serving detention?
Unfortunately it happens
I once was a farmer
I worked the land
I reaped the corn
With a scythe in my hand
I ploughed my furrow
I sowed my seed
I grew my crops
My family to feed
One day hot and thirsty
With the sun going down
I went for to drink
At the alehouse in town
As I was a drinking
There at the Inn
Without any warning
The press gang came in
So I was taken
I was taken so fast
And told that my future
Was before the mast
So in my fields
I no longer plough
Instead the wide ocean
I must plough now
From hauling on ropes
My hands are all torn
Sometimes I wish
I had never been born
Our captains a hard man
If one of us fails
He'll have us flogged
With a cat o' nine tails
When I climb the rigging
I oft times will find
I think of the family
That I left behind
One day I'll jump ship
And I'll stay on shore
I'll serve the Kings navy
Never no more
I'll return to my loved ones
I'll go back to the land
Once more I will reap
With my scythe in my hand
I've sailed the wide oceans
Seen Paris and Rome
But nothing compares
With my humble home
Denis Briggs
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