Don’t be fooled by what your eyes envision
for it has risen an exotic creature beneath the sea of stars
as if many worlds, undiscovered worlds apart are true
like the sky, a mad blue, blackened with night’s jewels
of ancient navigation tools and inventions
with wings to sore the forgotten lands,
plans a born spirited fool’s way into a world unto ourselves
and I indulge…
Breathe in the darkness of the dawning day
and I stay a while…
I play a while…
the arresting heavens as my witness I pray a silent pray
of magic’s way in the moments of our beating heart
as it is through the way of created art I choose a life
not apart from love nor I that is we
but above a sea of majestic souls
scuttling about in the unknown of here and there
as I stare beyond what my eyes envision,
a colossal collision of space and Earth,
of the birth of boundless time…
And I am here…
I am Love…
As it is written by the galaxy above.
She spent the day watching the sea and its subtle change of color
The sea smells and the call of the gulls soothing her troubled heart
Until she became one with the tides and their shades of blue
For the " BLUE" contest....
subject..the ocean
The sea is always there for you and me to see
The sun is there too to warm our glee
The birds are happy with no worry
The flowers bloom their beauty
Though all for just temporary
So when the sea seems so harsh and unfriendly
When the sun eclipse is there for us to see
When the birds twit of no sound chirpy
And flowers wither before they’re bloomy
Just keep them all in your memory
Blame neither the birds nor the sea
When they’re not sunny and flowery
But gloomy and even stormy
Just blame me…
For not telling you
To get ready.
(Andreas Akun, Dec. 5, 2010)
The Sea is an emotion,
Rising and rising with odium,
As it plummets into its abyssal,
Woe of a shell.
Or into its soiled filled blues
Blues of burning fury
Blues of sad melodies
And joyous blues,
Robbed of its, own joyful blues.
Left to hear nothing,
But the cry of a calm wind.
The wind that controls the sea,
The wind that,
Sooths its anger or it feeds its rage.
But what happens when the calming wind,
Can calm no more, or play its soothing melodies.
What will happen to me, when I the sea,
Cannot be calmed anymore,
When I the sea have lost all sense of control,
When I the sea erupt in dusk waters,
Filled with the fury of my indigo soul
I am your windbreak
Your sea wall
The friendly perimeter of your skin
Such a very important nothing at all
The prize you always want to win
Your bosom maternal
Anchored my dreams for another way
You moored me
When my sea was slipping away
And gave me the memory
That will not cease in death
And all the tension with it
I flourish without my fruit
I blossom
Without the nurturing of root
We both would consider better alternatives
To repeat performances
Except for the certainty ... the superlatives
Of expectation in romances
Dusty in old books
We have no covenant and no demand
You will seize the day
And I will ponder how the thing looks.
The sea in turmoil lets the billows crash,
As the moon watches playful high tides,
Plunge to bathe the lone barren rocky beach;
Kindle a stormy froth and fuming backlash.
Never trust the sea with dark horizons;
For its waves change at their discretion:
Solid ice ranges and the shallow sea kept me alive,
For eon's I enjoyed the ice age while the sea bumped the shores,
Watched summer melt ice in glaciers and rain clouds turn to ice
Cyclic events kept us live to every ones joy.
Then came the insatiable greed for humans sustainable need,
Releasing energy beyond their generated lazy creed,
Raising water levels activate open fissures,
Releasing buried energy with new rampant destruction.
I was the last true landmark standing on fragile ice blocks,
Engulfed I submerge in the warmth of the sea for ever.