The enemy knows the power of a hook.
One verse repeated got your whole world shook.
Because your ears are the gateway to an unseen realm.
Lead in a pencil becoming the ink from a well.
Escape room within the confines of a mind bass ackwards.
Sea horse in a bubble, Jessica Rabbit past her prime.
Thoughts cruising down dead end streets and round abouts for no apparent reason or rhyme.
Letting it flow in the changing of seasons.
I've sat within darkness, led by light back to freedom.
Brain set ablaze, while stumbling within a self made maze.
Thankful to the Lord my God, after how far I strayed.
Restored a mind which had become lost in the hallways of insanity. The mind itself had made.
Writing to find the keys of the rooms I've still no access.
Lead leading the process of imagination on paper.
Curled tail,
Tucked beneath the horse head.
Eyes open wide,
Seeking plastic inside.
Too remove from the waters,
Sliding across the waves.
Catching folds of water filled with trapped fish.
Holding each life.
Seeing the last twitch.
The Sea Horse Mine gathers balls of glittering plastic.
Mountains of bottles and nets.
Unfortunate straps floating by are last,
Piled high.
The Sea Horse Mine,
Would like to send back,
All the human made trash!
Seasonal sea horse and sea lions named Sue
Searching for a secluded seat in sea urchin’s seaweed.
Secreting secret signs, settling in a sailor’s simple shoe.
Securing secondhand seafarers, a signature of a sesame seed.
Sea lion and sea horse were friends of course.
Living in the Pacific of the Norse.
Heard a rumor
Both had a tumor.
Not from an honest reliable source.
A
Sea horse
Swims alone
In waters deep;
Mr. Eel, lights his
Way.
Miniature Stallion
No saddle or rider worn
Neptune's favorite
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