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Abc's For a Young Captain

Always seek to be guided by the North star  - Polaris
But never forget to look daily at the Southern Cross
Constantly be reminded that a greater power is also stirring your ship. 
Deny yourself the enchanting songs of temptations
Endure and listen to the whispering waves of truth 
Fight the cold and heat that wears you down
Get enough sleep for the day will surely be long
Help strangers along the way, keep your rafts and life rings ready. 
In strong winds, ride the waves but grip the helm steady
Just you, only you- the captain decides your destiny
Keep your lifeline always secure
Lest sudden waves of trials come crashing 
Manage your provisions wisely for land maybe distant
Note every important turn or decision for you may need markers
Order your men with authority but keep a humble heart
Picture your goals, make vivid your plans and charge!
Quietly accept defeat and learn from mistakes but keep charging.
Respect everyone for what they are, even your subordinates.
Stay on course, veer only when necessary but be wary of time
Teach and learn from teaching 
Ultimately, be the master of your time…
Vanguard of your wishes and hopes…
Winner of your struggles…
Xenagogue of lost souls…
Yoke of dependence and comfort
Zealot of faith and love.

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The Catch

With a wide-eyed grin he slowly dangles his catch 		
a silvery tilapia- first of the first batch				
gingerly gripping the slimy water dweller			
to unhook the hook on that unlucky feller.			
Reaching out graciously, tactile and slim in form			
tiny fingers picking a squirmy  little worm			
a beautifully presented  live dinner bait				
for some sweet and sour fish on his glass dinner plate.

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Graffiti

Running on cold dark streets lit by neon lights
We raced like thunder under a moonless night
A gang of four, bold lads we were
Doing what we did best without a care
Springing over fences with spray paint in hand
Unto our target, a yellow wall we planned…
to affix our mark and make a statement
Pressing down on the canister to our hearts fulfillment
Upon daybreak, the world can see
Skill of our hands, the beauty of... graffiti!

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Hangover

A dreaming man in the state of REM
sees the dream as a reality
rivers of thoughts like sparkling gems
reveling in his new found sanity.
hours ago, a dozen empty bottles
deafening music and cheesy sizzles
gagging from second hand smoke
rhetorical nagging, senseless jokes
laser lights blinding, dancing to tune
a guy signing, sounding like a croak
who was better off in the heat of the dunes

Staggering dizzily up steep stairs
without acrobatic skills of balance and grace
like in a masquerade with ladies all fair
behind his mask, the unseen face
drooling and smelling of alcohol
like in a trance at this dream ball 
as dim lights lead to his abode
soft music playing in shuffle mode
eager for that soft fluffy pillow
to unburden all of the days load
into this dreamy soft silo

Rumbling snores fill the bunk
like thunder after the blinding bolt
deep into the sea of linen he is sunk
impervious even from a jarring jolt
closed eyes start to move and spin
like in a search that is to begin
falling , falling into deeper slumber
into a world far, far beyond yonder
played out by his own memories
a scene of a goose and a gander
replaying happy childhood stories

Splattering water drops in constant dripping
from a leaky rusty faucet
old china strewn in the sink, smelling
like a stale stiff baguette
while a cockroach enjoys the rich dinner
laid out in a gold rimmed platter
unmindful of the thundering snores
that sends minute tremors down the floor
munching, licking, chewing, gnawing…
eating his fill till he can eat no more
while others continue their wild feasting

As light beams transform dark to day
cutting through mists, reflecting in dew
heralded by songs of love birds at play
as the sweet smell of neighbors hot brew
sings along from a whistling pot
a morning harmony he never forgot
as he struggles up from bed
ringing in his ears, knocking in his head
dizzily dragging himself to the mirror
staring at eyes of blood shot red
as he strains to reach his trusted razor. 

His hangover lasted for 3 hours to the dot
couldn’t get to work, so sheepishly he just sat
his job hanging from a thin thread
and a nagging that he hears in his head
round and round he swirls the stirrer
of the hot coffee and a piece of bread
he gingerly asked from his good old neighbor.

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Wounded Earth

The hour is at hand that men must see
the wounded Earth as bare as it can be
By our own hands as we slash and burn
By our own hands as we chop and turn
this lush emerald mountain
into a dust laden terrain

When will we open our eyes?
When the river swells…
and floods take our lives?
Will it not be too late?

When will we ever care…
That the fuels we burn
poisons our living air
Will it not be too late?

So I say:
Wake up old man…
See what has become!

Wake up young boy…
See what you can do!

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Unfathomable Depths

Into the heart of the abyss I drown my thoughts.
Into the fog and cold they wander aimlessly,
lurking into the vastness of unfathomable depths.

I see the intensity of your pain
wrought from the deeds of men like me
hounded by sin, covered in shame.

I see you suffer immensely 
not by the lashings that rip off your flesh
But by my faults that pain you greatly.


I see you stumble bearing that wooden beam
the wrongs of men weigh heavily upon you
as you struggle up to fulfill the fate you’ve seen

Trudging slowly, painstaking step after step
driven by the heartbeat of men,
their chorus of lies, the troubles they beget

I see you shudder as jagged nails pierce your hands
the way we thrust a sword into another man’s heart
with rage and hate as they fall where they stand

Upon your cross you chose to forgive me
even in the face of death, you still cared
You truly love me, unconditionally.

My soul I lift unto the light of a dove
Into forgiveness and peace I am sheltered
Saved by the vast and unfathomable depths of your love.

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Sniper

The cold wet earth clings to my boots
The scent of wet soil draws memories
Visions of the past , scenes from my boyhood
Flicker in my thoughts.
Buds of sweat drips their cold journey down my spine
As I lay entranced and entrenched upon a hillside
Waiting the timeless wait for the next target

Here upon this accursed pass, we floundered
Here upon this barren land men fell dead 
Friends and comrades, brothers in arms
Others  still clutching their weapons 
Others in muted prayer laying where they fell
Kissing the cold earth now seared in black and red
The hues of death , the shadows of fate.

Here as I await the enemy’s passage
Here as this hill may be my burial mound
But I will not shudder nor fear the dread
that fear itself rains upon me
for I was trained to be steadfast
my valor , my strength , my courage 
is needed now, more than ever by my Country.

Unaware of the danger, caught in the cross-hairs
Of my scope ,the target , a general stands tall
The glow of an emblem upon his hat 
Temporarily blinding, yet a clear target he still is
Slowly gripping the trigger, affixing my stance
Feeling the direction of the breeze , the scent of wet soil
Cold sweat down my spine as I gently squeeze the trigger.

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Salute To a Friend

Sparks fly and smoke billow from seven muzzles
Deep into her heart the explosion echoes
Flashing memories of a smiling face of a love now lost.
Lost in strife, conflicting ideals- caused

“Mommy, mommy I‘d like to see Daddy.”
“Hush my darling, Daddy is going away… very far away”

Wrinkled and flawless fingers alike clutch white roses
which began to rain down upon a flag draped casket
Memories of white petals floating down the aisle
as a radiant bride in white marching with pride and style.

“Will you take this man to be your loving Husband… I do…”
“ …I now pronounce you man and wife.. you may now kiss the …”

In a convoy of three humvees, the young lieutenant sat sternly
Impact resistant eye wear shut out the road glare
but offered little help from a flash so intense
it threw the leading vehicle ten feet in the air.

“Don’t you worry my Love, I will be back home soon”
“Kiss my little pumpkin for me …”

The horrors of war we read and see only in the news
but our brothers, husbands or fathers grit their teeth
uttering silent prayers amid the chaos of explosions
and the glaring reality of impending death. 

“Your husband fought bravely for his country maam…”
“He was a good soldier and a good friend…”

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Master Plan

In the beginning, a tremendous explosion!
The birth of countless suns
Breathing with the heartbeat of nuclear fusion
A plan unfolding, the Masters design

A green blue planet, his Masters focus
Creating the setting of life and existence
His chef-d’oeuvre, a creature of his likeness
To whom he gives his gift of conscience.

In a garden called Eden, man fared well
But only to fall to a serpents temptation
Sin was upon man and to man death befell
Cast unto the wilderness, upon his expulsion.

Time came and time past
His sinfulness unchanging, hope almost lost
Then cleansing waters, upon the land was cast
From the bowels of the earth to the peaks of frost.

Upon the empty earth man multiplied
Into the shadows some crept
Some in the light, goodness exemplified
But sin was still mans debt

The Master so loved the world
That his Son was born among men
To pay the ultimate price, as prophets foretold
That man may be saved from sin.

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Lion King

Hear his thundering roar!
A golden shadow of magnificence.

Fear not the fearful  lore
tales of bygone insignificance

for behold a majestic beast
staring you down to shivering bones

but neither bite nor scratch, at least
behind silver bars his majesty’s throne.