The fog is creeping
toward land
sliding grey
moist wrapping
Creates mystery
in the veil over the water lilies
Soon invisible landscape
how dusty ghosts
from the past
dancing with the nixie
Boat over the water
crossed unused days
with expectations
You were in sunshine
and rain
with wet heavy paddles
you bent the wind
and rode the waves
Changes over time: the life course
an insensitive cold wind
singing
toward land
seek shelter from autumn's storm
When anchoring -
a little straw
is not enough
01.10.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The rush of words so strong
rough like sand going to eons long
words of power beauty brutality
rush like falling bombs or is it stars being born
Sour is a sound bleeds from lips so sweet
I hear violence
fire of words jagged dark
deep cutting you hurting
so tender draining into wells rippling
Breaking Glass Crystal chimes
Sharp shards still a heartbeat
I feel violence
Like velvet violins in vast voids
Nowhere to stare no way to still the gun
push pause, rewind
I see violence
Lord, burn the images deep
staring into hells heart
High in to the atmosphere
lights of stars following near
like rain black the insane
I feel violence
A hurtful sounds, words of power
and grace ancient tiny sand blowing
long inward toward land, beyond.
Falling bombs heavens cascade
violence I hear like velvet violins in fast voids
Swing the blade, stay the sword I feel violence.
I see violence like
thunderstorms in damnation distance…
Do you hear that tear my Lord…
As we walk along the beach on a moonlit night
I reach for your hand and grasp it
feeling our pulse pounding together
I stop and turn toward you gazing into your eyes
And what I saw travels deep into my soul
Our minds connect together knowing what we wanted
My lips gently touch yours our very first kiss
Softly and tenderly blending our lips together
Produce a wetness like rain from stormy weather
My tongue slowly moves inside
while caressing your lips tenderly
Our bodies start moving like a slow moving raft at sea
Slowly as the storm approaches land
It feels like I am in a raft lost out at sea
But then as the storm moves closer
The waves are moving faster toward land
Pounding and pounding the ocean seas
I can feel the water flowing into the raft
Then lightning hits our raft
Like an explosion out at sea
Then thunder roars out from your mouth
Like the sound of a lions roaring would be
As the sea slowly calms down
The look in your eyes tells this story
Of two lost souls lost out at sea
That came together in harmony
wave washed board
Sail ye, wave washed board. Surf the crushing white water. Feel the joy of the wet drop wind on your surface. Return toward land born, where you were once mighty. Strait with green bow. Flowing with the wind, soft glitter sound, praised the soothing music. Yours the wonder, providing all, shade freely given, taken in escape, from the heat, under your crown. These I do remember, yours the role of providing, now in thanks, I will give in your retiring.
Who is mine to mine and to where it is,
to where it is if I do not exist,
where to whom can to be and where is it,
here where of to whom and become.
Toward now is when and here,
so goes around and toward land,
announce to he and to whom become it,
exist and now is how toward become.
Trust comes and how to fail how now,
transpire becomes and where to be,
encrypt be none become too soon,
create all glory to sustain a time.
Caught in a sea of memory
Adrift with false security
You claw for the shore
But you need to see more
You're drowning in your own history
There's a lifeboat chartered on give and take
You'll pay the price for the choice you make
So play with the band
Or paddle toward land
Perhaps your ocean is merely a lake
Life is nothing but a storm, a constant struggle for the norm.
Work, play, relationships are the factors at hand, instead of being lost at sea we head
toward land.
The things we do and the things we say, determine the weather in our lives day by day.
For some it’s fighting the storm from the inside that makes us who we are, not knowing
that they could
be tearing things apart.
No one can fight a storm alone, if they do they will always be alone.
Marriage is like weather, one is the sun and the other the water, just like mother and father.
The two compliment each other and choose the life for their daughter.
Without compromise the storm will continue, taming the elements will always be an issue.
There are no winners when the storm rages on, but one thing is for certain that my love
for you will carry on.
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