Deep Diver

As I dive deeper into the abyss.

I come upon hidden secrets in lost chasms.

For I have dove where few wish to dwell.

That I begin wondering if I’m drowning?

For no one seems to care about the treasures I seem to surface.

That I begin to sink deeper into despair.

But you will keep your white lies and false prophets.

Follow the herd that feeds you only kernels of the truth.

For a grain of truth is useless in a field of lies.

Especially when one has dove the very oceans floor for answers.

That your land locked clichés seemed to grow from dirt.

The suspicions grown from the seeds of bad apples.

That I must swim or sink.

For I dive for questions.

With no drive for answers.

The ocean becomes my cup.

I sip for knowledge.

I drink for truth.

To quench my thirst.

My mind is parched.

I seek hydration.

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Celestial Projection

I remember one night,

While meditating in bed,

I ascended from the earth.

Touched the surface of the moon,

Before floating past the sun,

I floated beyond the Milky Way.

Straight into the center of the universe,

Through a celestial vortex,

I fell into another dimension.

I met malevolent outsiders,

Enraged ethereal bodies,

Who are these spirits?

In fear and panic,

I found myself in bed,

Under my blankets I hid.

As four golden bodies,

Lurched over my head,

I feared for my death.

Floating on an Ocean of Our Emotions

Our minds are deep,

tidal waves of emotion.

Finding it hard to navigate,

this vast and turbulent ocean.

In little canoes, we float,

becoming one with the flow.

Sometimes we put our guards down,

while we head into the perfect storm.

Where we’re tossed into the ebb,

while the boat begins sinking.

Left now in the shallows,

of the vast violent ocean.

Unable now to drift,

sinking into the caverns of the abyss.

Where live the fiendish Kraken,

always lurking around the corner.

So hurry quickly to the skies,

before your swallowed alive.

Reaching for the horizon,

floating now on your emotions.

Keeping your head above the water,

slowly picking up the driftwood.

Craft yourself a new canoe,

to paddle off anew.

While remembering to take a deep breath,

as you drift off into the sunset.

Living by the Ocean

Verse 1

In the mourning.

When the oceans blue.

Such a pretty view.

Then I look over.

And nothing compares to you.

 

Chorus

Because I love You.

I love you.

 

Verse 2

In the evening.

When the skies are red.

And I need a friend.

I look at you.

And I smile big.

 

Chorus

Because I love you.

I love you.

 

The Bridge, Part 1

I’ve seen you when you wake up.

I’ve seen you when you’re sad.

I’ve seen you without makeup.

And seen you when you’re mad.

 

The Bridge, Part 2

I’ll be there when our kids are born.

Be there when you die.

Even when you put your guard down.

I’ll stand by your side.

 

Chorus

Because I love you.

I love you.

 

Verse 3

In the dead of the night.

When the stars are white.

I watch you sleeping.

And think about how happy I am.

For having you in my life.

 

Chorus

Because I love you.

I love you.

Hunters Prayer

Days repeat
its endless cycles
spent bow hunting
in the woods
where mankind
still finds solace
in the wilderness
with hours spent
in concentration
for that primal connection
so, the hunter waits
for that perfect moment
to slay the alpha male
crowned with many thorns
with his entrails spread out
across stout tan grasses
the coyotes will howl
in pleasure
at the sweet smell of offal
Ah-woo! Ah. Ah. Ah-woo!
The pack devours,
licking the still fresh blood
upon the grasses in Haste,
so not to let a drop go to waste,
the carcass tanned
the rack mounted
the antlers carved
into various objects
man finds away his way
to reconnect to nature
and, when the time has come
the tradition shall pass
from father to son
as it has
since the dawn of time.
For this, let us pray.

Saint Hubertus,
Fine patron of the hunt
I pray that your children
will fair well in the woods
may our game be tender
nore tainted
so that they may feed
our children with its flesh

But those
Who kill for mere sport,
let good meat go to waste
shall suffer the fate of Actaeon,
for the hunt is not for the thrill
of the kill,
a good Hunter fights
for life not violence
bound forever
with the Souls of all animals.

Ocean of Emotion

Our minds are deep,

tidal waves of emotion.

Finding it hard to navigate,

this vast and turbulent ocean.
In little canoes we float,

becoming one with the flow.

Sometimes we put our guards down,

while we head into the perfect storm.
Where we’re tossed into the ebb,

while the boat begins sinking.

Left now in the shallows,

of the vast violent ocean.

 

Unable now to drift,

sinking into the caverns of the abyss.

Where live the fiendish Kraken,

always lurking around the corner.
So hurry quickly to the skies,

before your swallowed alive.

Reaching for the horizon,

floating now on your emotions.
Keeping your head above the water,

slowly picking up the drift wood.

Craft yourself a new canoe,

to paddle off anew.
While remembering

to take a deep breath,

as you drift off

into the sunset.

Heart Sinks at Sea

For the timeless limited experiences.

Of a life at sea.

My cold icy heart melted.

When you stood beside me.
Oh! How our love was like the mighty sea.

A vast and clamming ocean.

As life seemed to stand still.

Our hearts floating on our emotions.
But now that those moments are lost.

My heart sinks like a sunken ship.

A treasure lost to the abyss.

But as this hearts nautical captain.
I travel the high tides and strong winds.

Alone with my crew and my sexton.

Where we travel the great unknown.

Oh! How the days turn into darkness.
Sunless days spent in deep depression.

From the heartache of long lost love.

Oh! How I’ve never felt so alone.

As my sadness leads to madness.
My tears forever imbued to the waters.

The pain becomes the perfect storm.

Oh! How I’ve lost my soul to this hurricane.

As the memories still remain.

Tortoise Shell Lyre

Eons Ago,

A cosmic string echoed.

From it came a soul.
However,

The cosmic soul.

Was all alone.
So,

it struck.

The cosmic string.
From it,

came a flash.

Followed by a bang.
However,

the striking of the string.

Awoken the Abyss.
Who,

wished to break the string.

Ending all existence.
That’s when,

The great soul.

Took the Cosmic String.
Which,

he gave to Hermes.

Too craft an instrument.

 

So,

on the day of his birth.

Hermes built the Tortoise Shell Lyre.
Who then,

gave it to his Brother.

The Mighty Apollo.
However,

on a trip to Earth.

It was dropped by Apollo.
Later,

to be discovered.

By Homer.
Who used it,

to teach his Bards

And recite his poems.
Next,

it fell into the grasp.

Of Pythagoras.
Who used it,

to understand the universe.

Through the magic of mathematics.
Regardless,

of how this story goes.

The words within this poem.
It has,

this story.

Some wisdom.
For,

I would be a liar.

When it comes to the Lyre.
To say,

it has not been sought.

For generations by Musicians.
However,

I know something.

They know not.
That the Tortoise Shell Lyre,

is not just found anywhere.

It is located in the heart.