life is constant
light, waves, and sound
always in motion
collapsing into itself
oscillating to and from
arriving to the return
life is the diameter
between then and now
shapes of lens
flattening the dimension of time
determining,
whether you float
or sail through the journey
I don't believe in half measures,
to live by such is solely to live but not to be alive.
I want to experience the beauty of life in all of its manifestations.
I want to feel the spray on my face as I sail through singing along with the Sirens.
There is no past and no future wherein we live,
only an eternal present, and within this I want to love you; to love you fully, strongly, and steadfastly.
If my love doesn't melt your heart then all you need say is stop.
For to live alive is to embrace all things, and
No matter how great there is no pain which out weighs the joy of love shared by those who dare.
When I’m all dressy, you adore my charms -
I’m reaction-affected straight into your arms.
When morning touches our bed, our snuggle wiggles closer -
Light touches us as one and soft kisses are freshly begun.
In lighthearted moods, we laugh and play in rain -
Building ample joy to sail through any life strain.
We share secrets, dreams and life stories -
We grow by delving into all life categories.
Before night embraces our star bound wishes -
You seal them ambitious in love sewn stitches.
What I watch, you see, too;
When you need a fan, that is who I am;
When I laugh, it is echoed by you;
When in need of a listener, my ears heed;
What I feel, you seek to reveal; and
When you find joy in any minute, I am in it.
Content, you read your book while these words I write,
yet you have no knowledge of even being here tonight.
You have never gazed at me with love in your eyes
or even acknowledged me when I was within your sight.
Love thru fantasy is all I have to stifle my heart cries
and keep my entirety safe from unrequited love demise.
While he ride from day one, it seems strange.
Some think of journey, money exchange...
But when he stops not,
People see how hot
His burning passion, money can't change!
He was totally mad in mystery;
Beyond reasoning, maybe for history.
What must have led him,
To birth such odd whim
That enthroned an outstanding bravery?
All the way from Benue down Lagos,
Bearing his dream in mind like a cross;
Without an applause,
Yet critic withdraws
Doubts that his efforts would be a loss.
Sun passed its ray to moon's reign, inspect...
The fearful night's harms one could expect
To take over night
With its dreadful might,
Beyond what cationing could protect.
Eventually sail through fear's mirror,
Though each daring night- a severer
Stands to stop his mind,
To dare dream so blind...
Moving close to him like it's nearer.
Be fearless- don't just dream, stand for it;
Not just the good but all clueless ,
Mortal sets to storm...
Your way through its form-
Defines how strong being, fearlessly fit.
Reason, are you thinking twice?
Idea, freely roll.
Poison, pen, and paradise!
Grind the golden goal!
When do dreams hit deck deterred?
Carrion crow, thy bird.
When the winner comes in third!
Anguish, how you stirred!
Hell and Heaven, hither hie.
All good people lie?
Warrior wounded, thy cold cry!
Dismay means to die...
Tympani, tomorrow.
Roll like a river deep.
Source, sail through the sorrow.
Caiman, time to creep.
Weather? It gets cold outside.
Weakness? Best to hide.
Windmill? Charge and woe betide.
Wharf rats have no pride.
Jamboree, thy goers.
O party, hand out fun.
Lawn, best call thy mowers.
O sugar, best get spun.
Dark fire, with me one more time!
Burn in riddles black!
Breaker point, upon me rhyme!
Heart of mine, attack!
Gods of death, deal wisdom out!
Suffering, to come!
O steppe horseman, when to shout?
When you have no drum...
As I sail through this life, adrift, unmoored,
I wonder where the current will take me.
I know I'll have to traverse rough water,
smooth water, calm, even rapids on this journey.
I hope to find love along the way, along with
happiness and joy. I hope that the days over
troubled water do not overwhelm me nor
outnumber the days of calm. I want to see
the sights as I drift along, feel the current
on my feet.
I want to travel, to see nature,
to feel the breeze. I want to experience all
the wonders of this life. I want to spread
happiness and joy. I want to mean something
to someone. I want to create, I want to read,
I want to write, I want to see, to just be.
I want to soar with the clouds, sing a melody
with the sea. I want to feel, to touch
and hear everything I can before the killick
must moor me.
my nephew
Twinkle twinkle little star, I see what a wonder you are
Laughs and cries, screams and hollers
Oh what a scholar, you are
I see the sea in your eyes
That once were mine.
Sail through and wide
For you, and your heart
You are great things, keep that mind.
For you, the world is yours
And you are mine.
For you all is kind.
You may know — she screamed a lot,
But you may not know that he was still holding her along.
They say, and they repeat,
Calling him the villain in stories incomplete.
Yes, he may seem inhuman and vile,
But not every man walks the same trial.
Remember — he is a person too,
Burying his dreams for the ones he holds true.
He walks under scorching mid-day rays,
He doesn’t cry — he survives every phase.
Yes, I’m writing about him, again and again,
Because behind his smile, hides silent pain.
The brother saving for his sister’s fate,
Missing home, but never showing it’s late.
He has promises to keep strong,
He can't be weak — he has to sail along.
Yes, he must sail through life’s stormy shore,
Even when the world shakes him to his core.
No applause. No mercy.
He is a family man — he must swim surely.
He can break, he can fail,
But like a mountain, he must prevail.
He cannot drift —
He must be the stone that bears the shift.
He is the pillar, the silent flame,
Carrying his home, without name or fame.
That’s why he’s quiet.
That’s why he smiles.
Because he’s not just any man…
He is a Family Man.
From roof to our feeder on tree
they sail through air sure as can be!
Not one ever missed-
they're born to persist!
Each squirrel's aim, a guarantee!
Bathe in something blue,
sail through the sky or the sea.
Positive mood swing.
"Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life." ~ Pablo Neruda
I sail through citrine waves of the moon’s pulse,
weaving my spark from sea-stars
numb to the blaze of a dream-lashed gaze ~
mute to the masked mist of ghosts,
as somehow between the seraphic sighs
of rising Luna and the aching sun,
there I found my muse crawling and cradling~
clouds of love bathed in luminous lavender…
So tonight, must I heed black-magic mantras,
spelled in neon gold by lips that lie,
or shall I wade through caramelized clarity,
for I’ve long homed hues of blooming twilight,
brushing the wistful heart of waning dusk,
drowning fiery flares within vain veins,
while the wind assumes I’ll touch no sand,
anchored by timeless traces of poetry...
I am the brave sailor
My crew mates, friends,
Clothed in sorrow
Like lost children
Following the nearest stranger home
I lead them with my heart
As we sail through the masses
Of our duly colored peers
But the captain of a ship
Isn’t the best navigator
I feel the pull of the crowd
As I lose myself to the bleak
And leave my crew to drown
In the waters of self pity and despair
I leave them to the gray
A monster lurks, waiting for it’s prey
To snap the souls of the peaceful
To steal the fire from the fierce
To squander and squeeze the hope out of the dreamers
To make us all obey, all conform
I was their captain
The peaceful, the fierce, the dreamers
They were my crew
Now they blend into the others
Now they all obey, all conform
I found a new one
A peaceful person
A fierce person
A dreamer
But most importantly
I found a navigator
I am the captain
Who saves lost souls from drowning
In the waters of the dark and dull
They are my navigator
Who steers us to the next lost child
I am the brave sailor
My crew mates, friends
Bulging with light
Like the moon
Through the saltwater of the night
some days
you quiver
as melancholy runs
it's cold hand on your skin.
some days...
resplendently sunny;
spirits and bright smiles
as warm as a Summer afternoon.
some days
you can't wait to start;
you spring up
with a pep in your step.
some days...
rough to sail through;
you feel so broken
you'd rather not get out of bed.
some days...
strange and confusing;
you don't know
which way is up or down.
yet, you persevere...
so worry not
what lurks in the shadows.
get under today's sunlight
and bask in it.
When birds start to chirp bright,
We both on boats, loaded with hugs and hopes,
sail through serene scopes
to savor sweet and splendid sight.
When cicadas no longer chant aloud,
We both on kites , filled with love and luck,
fly on the sky nip and tuck
to flirt with rose-clothed cloud.
There are days when the water exhales softly,
its glass surface holding the light like a promise,
and my boat -
once battered and splintered -
glides steady,
sails catching the wind
at just the moment I need them to.
The storms don’t forget me.
They linger at the edges of the horizon,
a dark smudge
where sky and sea bleed into each other.
I’ve stopped cursing their coming.
The waves still have teeth -
they gnaw at my bow,
leave me clinging to salt-soaked wood,
the tremor of survival
shaking through my hands.
But the wind -
I trust it now.
The calm was never meant to stay.
The storm will rise again,
roaring through me,
dragging me beneath its weight.
But I’ve learned to sail through it,
tilting my sails just so,
carrying the strain, not fighting it -
cutting through the water’s fury,
and moving forward,
even when it’s just an inch at a time.
The sea is vast, endless,
its horizon unwritten.
But for now,
the calm is enough.
And when the storm returns,
I will sail through that, too.
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