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The purpose of gender is balance and procreation.
One moon is enough for us.
Our precious moon
Has a differing purpose.
The moon reflects the sunlight
During late, dark nights.
It ensures we never find
Ourselves without light.
The moon is known as
The faithful witness in the skies.
Some mention the man in the moon.
This comes as no surprise...
His logic in the way he moves the sea;
When we stargaze, we see his face.
We imagine him whistling lullabies
While smiling down at the human race.
Others may call her female
As she glitters, shimmers and shines.
She is our ultimate gemstone.
Her beauty is sublime!
However, I have to admit,
I'm one to swim against the tide.
The moon is neither gender.
It has no masculine or feminine side.
Written 5th August 2021 - Is the Moon Male, Female or Both Contest.
Shadows hiss_per, of secret,
buildup-congealed,
no longer trapped within curiosity's seals.
Oceans of thoughts crash, unrested,
on the rocks and hard-placed
reveal of faith tested, self unmasked.
Yearning souls beneath it's cloak,
in fascination, unwittingly evoke.
Stoke of spirits with egging yoke, at hand.
While you're seeking solace, longing for hope to land.
Whorish grasp tightens its occupation,
stores window inn, occupancy in your thinking gland.
In the darkest corners, shadows dance,
whispering castanets of a mysterious trance.
Curiosity lingers, inquisitive and cold,
Unveiling the stories, waiting to be told.
Thoughts, like waves crash upon your shore,
restless siren, longing to shipwreck more.
Faith tested, like swim against the tide,
revealing the fact that you cannot hide.
Clouded reason, hidden beneath a shroud,
Beknownst monologues , speaking aloud.
Awakening spirits, with a guiding poke,
furnish, as their hope is stoked.
Acting on grasp, tightening its hold,
encroaching upon thoughts, as scenes roll.
Occupying windows of the mind, so
intertwined, cryptic-thespian-lines.
Shadow_wall scenes,
taunt you, bait you by your own designs.
Waves
Underwater, the chains, tying me to the world, break,
In the rippling waves, my shivering body does quake.
Underwater, my body as weightless as a ghost lies,
Where all sound is muted, where salt stings my eyes.
Peace engulfs me in waves, as power drains my thighs,
I swim against the tide, further from the world I despise.
In my chest a fire rises, as my lungs screamed for air,
Underwater, I near a new life, above all are unaware.
Pain consumes my body, regret fills my mind,
My frantic arm movements, are they waves? Are they blind?
Tumbling like the waves, the seconds in the sea,
My unbreakable heart stops, then swims free.
To die, isolated, all alone in pain!
I am not the first, nor the last, in vain!
Whatever happened to in depth analysis?
Whatever happened to in depth discussion?
Whatever happened to in depth research?
Whatever happened to in depth investigation?
Are we doomed to a life in the shallows for millennia to come?
Are we doomed to a life inside, with our blinds drawn?
Are we doomed to a life with no more full-length movies?
Are we doomed to a life without the need to get our feet wet?
Are we doomed to a life that will never be deep?
Have we lost our ability to concentrate?
Have we lost our ability to swim against the tide?
Have we lost our ability to read the full report?
Have we lost our ability to search out the facts?
Have we lost our ability to dig deeper?
Or could it be that our brains have been washed too many times,
Or could it be that we have used too much sanitizing lotion,
Or could it be that the virtual world now holds more sway,
Or could it be that we are too busy taking selfies to notice,
Or could it be that we are losing all our in depth reporters.
The sun is slowly rising and a soft wind gently blows
We are heading for the beach to feel the sand between our toes
There is something about the summer sun and a walk along the shore
That tends to put your world at peace as you hear the ocean's roar
The sound of children's laughter and the smell of tanning lotion
The taste of salt in the air from the mist coming off of the ocean
Sea gulls against a clear blue sky and a ship with its' sails set
These are days that will live in our memory, days we'll never forget
There are palm trees, music and a carousel as you make your way along
And a young woman in a bikini, her body swaying to an island song
There is a rhythm to the pounding surf, unchanging day to day
That tends to ease a troubled mind and take your blues away
Will you join me in a summer walk and be there at my side
Will you run with me into the water and swim against the tide
There's a bench out on the boardwalk, we can sit a while and talk
Then head back home together as we finish our summer walk.