To the Sea. Part I

The deep blue of the vast sea beckons
its hand guiding my soul
taking my mind through its depth
preparing for underway.

And I contemplate the daydream ecstasies
of sailing forth with joy to see
the shores, be they peopled,
deserted, windward, or lee.

I contemplate the nightmare war guns real
missiles, sinking ships flooding steel
massive storms and heavy nights
scared cold panic soaked with fright.

I mind the solemnity of open water sail
of which sailors have spun yards of tale
and a solo voyage someday I'll take
100 nautical miles a day I'll make

I think of her who I may sail with for days
my love my lady, with me in the waves
and dancing, she dances her sweet dance with me
I think of her love and my life with the sea.

Let It All Go.

Hello Audience...

I am allowed to speak to you from here,
peering down upon your beautiful faces,
hoping that every word I say
will somehow brighten your day

while simultaneously elevating me to a position
where I could reach an even greater audience,
thus allowing me to use the energy I glean from performing

to cause supreme
pleasure amongst
throngs of intelligent
humans.

IV

Its a quick escape
a hole to climb down in
It can be made comfortable or
quick and painful.

She's Your Baby plays
in the background
and like all sweet songs
it touches the heart.

Sing sweetly wake swiftly
singer of song musician.
Poet craft poems until the days end.
All days end contemplator.

Be ready, be here
smile more, sing more
listen, breath, mind.