I’m walking on sunshine,
slipping into the sparkling sea,
splashing the beach ball sun,
feeling warm and elated;
silk waters, as if in a womb
with plenty of room, coddle me.
dark waters, down deep;
the rays of the sun stroke my cheeks.
my feet dangle like jellyfish tentacles,
yet, as a human, I can become a raft,
drifting with the tides, tirelessly treading.
a ship comes along, another soul -
a stranger I might engage, but to kin,
I will release a wave, splash the sun
in their eyes, the ebb and flow of a
sunny kiss, and a rainstorm of bliss.
my fingertips like clouds, release
petrichor and plenipotentiary amusement.
a shark circles, in pretense; I sit
on a life preserver in the eddy;
I don’t want to come up for air.
Nothing is broken so get up
and walk it off, you belong to the club
of hard knocks; life ain’t fair-
drink whiskey, don’t drink beer;
psychedelics open wide your mind.
She will meet you there to read
all the secrets you believed could bleed
for the passion of your dark Angelica-
with no life preserver you will drown
within her arrogant esoterica.
Tympani, thy tyranny.
Prisoner of the noise:
Soulless is this symphony!
Deepen, O my ploys!
Tangled in an oak tree s roots?
Tide rushing in fast?
Succor, sailors? Little boots!
Life preserver, cast!
Where do pining poems go?
Carrion, feed thy crow.
All lost souls to heaven go?
Hell, thy rows to hoe.
Blessed are the blasphemers?
Not entirely, sir.
How the hungry tiger purrs!
Vision, now to blur!
Old diner, thy jukebox.
Play simple tunes for folk.
O Elysian fields, thy phlox.
Dinosaur egg, yolk.
But, in times of warning?
The panic bell is best.
Sweaters wool, thy darning.
Pirate treasure, thy chest.
Sorted out? Without a doubt.
World unfriendly, be.
Cursed demons, give a shout.
Sunken in the sea.
Hope, be with the poet!
Grant shelter to the bard!
Otherwise, you know it!
Fry deeply, O my lard...
never call the kettle black
it shines inside and out
needs a polish now and then
perspective insight and action
miracles and blessings happen
when the time is right
and the privilege is granted
therefore I dived into the cauldron
a baptism of fire so to feel
and the magic potion sizzled
cold blisters of angst and resentments
vanished meta-morphed into the light
an inventory thorough cleaning
of the house that is my Self
a ruin of sorts it had been
rubble carnage wreckage
and I could not choose
the colour of my rescue boat
the size or model of the life preserver
it would not have done to plaster over
the cracks in the pot
I could no longer attribute fault
reason or blame to others
it had to become an inside job instead
an act of desperation and gift of recovery
no one pushed me when I took the plunge
I forgave yet did not ask for forgiveness
became able to love and allow to be loved
today I swim with hot passion once more
accept the good with the bad
found peace and moments of serenity
enjoy enchantment and gratitude
no witch craft at all
but a fairy tale story
narrated by a cauldron
of magical proportions
Frazzle dazzled Summer escapades,
a wave of madness hoists a red flag;
Fuchsia allows my brain to defrag,
sunsets melt hues into softer shades;
I can now turn down those hot coals
that my emotions have been tossed on;
Acting impulsive is frowned upon,
or be seen as the Queen of Sinkholes;
Do not panic drifting out to sea
you are still able to swim freestyle;
Poisonous thoughts regurgitate bile
starting dry heaves almost instantly;
Into your stomach they creep upset,
it can feel like a merciless sting;
No need to entertain cowering
before what’s only a baseless threat;
Sinking without a life preserver,
it’s not needed if your mind is strong;
Repeat like a mantra that plainsong,
tumult will become caricature.
Depression feels like it's eating me inside,
Feels like the world is ending and all I want to do is cry,
Bills piling up so high,
And my worth of living makes me want to die,
It's killing me inside,
I can confide,
But what will it change,
Everything feels out of range,
Screaming for a life preserver as I'm drowning,
But the water is forcing me under,
I'm suffocating,
I'm losing,
It's killing me inside,
Try so hard but fail each time,
I'm losing an uphill battle,
I lost my battle cry,
Maybe it's just easier if I gave up,
And let surviving die.
Escaping the depths of the murky lake,
leg-kicking upward in frantic haste,
arms grasp for purchase
in what surely will be my watery grave.
Head breaks the surface,
lungs gulp for precious air,
burning, aching subsides,
drown-panic-dying moment passes.
Another failed attempt by me
to prove I am not aqua phobic.
So reminiscent of our years together
as I flail in the waters of regret
for sticking with you
for better or worse – mostly worse,
suffocating from my fear of you.
You stand on the shore
of Lake Verbal Abuse
while I flounder
in the depths of inadequacy,
never doing enough to please you.
I don my mental life vest,
swimming away from your cruel intentions.
Embracing the water’s cool surface,
its buoyancy, its life-giving waves,
I float my way to freedom —
if only in my mind.
on a cruise with my ex and her new man
i am here for our two kids and their smiles
i find a quiet place and listen to garnet mimms
my common sense punches me in the face
my stupidity laughs in my face
i look at the blue water and say a quiet prayer
that is when i open my eyes to the smoothest buttercream legs
i look up slowly and a smile that woke up the sunshine refreshes my self esteem
i forget about the stresses of my unwise choice and begin a conversation
guided by God, we inspire the moon to rise with a smile
the next day is departure day, but the beginning of a New Arrival Revival
instead of the ship sinking, it makes it safely to shore
Evil certainly plagues our world
Crossing boundaries, on the attack
Unacceptable actions against humanity
There’s no reason to stay silent
There’s no reason to submit
There’s no reason, no reason…
To turn our backs on values
To dampen love that we all need
Be willing to sacrifice
Spread love wherever you can
Build bridges with hearts
Hand another a life preserver
Give empathy where cries are heard
Discover wisdom within yourself
Be guided by light that starts in your soul
To shine on all the miles you travel
For you have a purpose…
And you have the will to choose
Be the light of a city in darkness
Like the stars across the midnight sky
Sparkle like the sun on waves in the ocean
Move with the tides…
Turn rocks with the currents until they are smooth
Reach the warmth of the shore and bring it home
Heidi Sands
5/14/22
Usually no one f^cks with me when I'm with Susan
Im used to cuttting these dudes up into two pieces
Im into making major movies
everyhting bout Toni screams of blue cheese
baby beaware of new breezy
even if you thinlk i'm still in hot pursuit wheezy
\yfk for your information they just arrested me for a blue warrant
my mom threw me a life preserver for 2 weeks
when she was out watching and seeeing movies
i was dining with jesssicas new B
Life sure have beeen difficult for two things
First my body hurts from cut scenes from due date
second im come back from where scarlet johansens ass was a new thing
Cast out to sea alone with no ship
The last ale I drank now with an empty bottle
This message I write will be placed within
Tossing it out to sea
Months and years go by with no one saving me
This message has been lost with no one to read
The waves enter the shore and go back out to sea
This message in the bottle has been lost like me
Sharks all around cycling me as I await my death
Has life stopped reading or are they just blind and deaf
Can they not see this message I send
Lost out at sea with no one but me
One small light I see this night reflecting off the moon
I swim to shore to see and do I find
This empty bottle with this message of mine
My hopes and dreams of finding love
Have disappeared into another empty bottle
Of Wine
Dedicated to: My Brother
My brother’s life after the war drinking himself to death
Saved 1
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
While facing difficulties
In the sea called life,
I reached for a life preserver
That I saw as hope;
Now saved and a combatant
Of sin and strife,
Because my miracle
Was free of an earthly rope;
Life’s Drifter
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
For too long, I drifted, on the sea of time,
Presuming, in youth, that it had no end;
But, I was immature, and not bullet-proof,
With no infinite quantity of days to spend;
Within, I lacked impetus, to propel my craft,
For youth had been influencing my thinking;
As my life continued taking on more water,
I feared that my drifting craft was sinking.
Then out of the blue my great deluge came,
Leaving me inundated and without an answer;
I perceived my craft would surely capsize,
I was now an unsuspecting victim of cancer.
As I feverishly bailed, adding additional pitch,
I found a life preserver just for the asking.
All that was required, was that it I’d receive,
Since that day, in God’s light, I’ve been basking.
Whatever you need, I'll be...
A life preserver thrown out to sea,
umbrella to shelter you from the storm,
the wool blanket to wrap you and keep you warm.
Your favorite song played on repeat,
warm fuzzy slippers to rest your weary feet,
I'll be whatever you need me to be.
I understand you pain, I see your sorrow,
I'll hold your hand until you're ready to let go.
7-20-18
Three Monkeys On a Boat
three monkeys on a boat
One had money, the others broke
The Second monkey rowed
As the third one stole
The first one said that was bold
The second one sworn
He call the cops, as soon as they get a shore
The third one fled
Jumped over board
The first one said "ooot-oot-hEY YOU CAN'T SWIM"
So the second one threw a life preserver and vest
No monkey No that's candy
So the first monkey jump into the river
And so did monkey two
Then all of a sudden monkey three got back on board
The others swam to shore
Monkey three crash and drown
Guess it doesn't pay to steal
12/14/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
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