The Ocean - Part 1/3
“Parting Gift”

Yay, life is strange,
Dearly beloved stranger..
life is weird.
There are many oceans to be found..
Upon this speck of blue
suspended in a vast and endless void..
our terrestrial sphere.

There is the Atlantic Ocean..
There is the Pacific..
Then there …

When is it okay to play with fire?
Only when the situation calls for it?
When things get dire?
When it is cold, and you feel wanting
for a source of heat?
When you have food to cook,
and you are starving,
and you simply cannot wait to eat?
When …

Until a human fact is mutually recognized,
it isn’t strictly true.
However.. until it is disputed in the open
it is neither strictly false.
Upon the fertile soil of our own mind
is where we set our boundaries..
is where we build our walls.
And all of it is …

Who writes the story of our lives?
Is it the weigher of our virtue and our vice?
Is God the one who throws the dice?
Or is it ourselves?
Or does The Devil force our hand?
Is he the one who flipped the hourglass?
Is he to blame for trickling …

I tease and then I joke..
And then I vanish
in a cloud of smoke..
Only to reappear again
through crooked innuendos..
Through forbidden fantasies
that haunt your guilty dreams.

Yay, life is strange,
dearly beloved stranger..
that much we know,
that much is evident to us,
it is a …

we’re going somewhere..
but are we getting anywhere?
the age old question
that I cannot seem to shake..

two steps forward, one step back,
step on another rake or two,
now that is what I call “on track”.

executive systems at capacity
but thoroughly engaged.
executing strange and novel …

You may be sweet alright..
A cookie of my flavor..
But will I yearn forever
for your heart?
for your heart’s favor?
You may be sweet alright..
But not without an aftertaste
so bitter and tart.
A day may come when two of us
are forced to part..

It …

I am a taster for your taste.
A craver for your flavor.
The stars aligned so well..
so well and in our favor.
There shall be plenty moments in the future
for us to savor.
so long as there is balance on our scales.
only the heart can know that …

another day,
another truth to choose..
another beauty to amuse,
another flower.
she blooms for me..
but only in the midnight hour.

what is so beautiful about a rose?
is it the fact that I’m the one she chose?
is it a beauty that the naked eye can see …

Life has its ways of kicking you
when you’re already down.
When you’ve already made a fool of yourself..
Rest assured.. life still holds the means
of making you feel like even more of a clown.

But as I lay there.. tired and beaten,
disillusioned and defeated in …