The Ruins

The wind wrestles the waves, rocking a lonely ship.
The tide created, will never touch the moon.

As sly as silk the wind dove under,
All her pressures captured below land.

She fought to become an anchor
To the only ship accompanying devoted, swimming waters.

Two forces, which battle and serge.

Silk, like ribbon will tie their hands. Interlocking.
Nature beats, arising a storm.

We'll come in sheets.

But chains rust the defeat.

Warning Labels

Foaming from your mouth,
Words you've only seized upon.

And to you this life's a game,
Making choices to become ashamed.

Never for what you live for,
Just what your living by.

You've lost the sign you've been searching for,
A storm come June to keep adding more.

And our pain is just unaffected, pasts wrecked it.

Clinging to the lightning, bound to strike.
The thunder has arrived. 

Morning Blues

Blue
To put the memories in the box.

Blue and white wispy swirls held against the rays.

No matter where you end up lost,
The sky will always look the same.

Unfamiliar place, filled with the same familiar sky.

Lightening bolt snaps vital life,
Shivering thunder to move the ground beneath this shelter.

But I have slept through it all,
Now, I hear nothing but the rain..

Undertow

The clouds roll in
With thunder concealed
Beneath the pain of waiting rain

And in the torrent you lose my name
I am consumed by wind that's not sane.

The flare of lightening in a monsoon
taken up by roaring downpour

And I spin my way down back to earth
Destroying, throwing, giving you dark.

Twisting through the city,
Do you feel, what I feel now?

A disaster to be made of this place.
You just need to understand my current.
I cannot see the end of the undertow you collapsed upon me.

Precipitate

Mute skies reflected upon stale slate water...
Clings to the pebbles living beneath the sand
In their horror of the day

The waves roll back submerging a history
of ships and storms

Into streams they swirl
Into winds they curl

In the sky, evaporate.
Fall
Rain
Turn
Sink
Cycle

Back. Over rooftops and down again...

Clear liquid transparent diving from the blue yonder

To hope for the rays in the darkest places of the Earth
And that is such a righteous way to live
In the exploration of love.