Tag Archives: ocean

The Shore

I’m on way
To the sea
I’ll see you there
All bows and curls
Lift you up
And spin you round
The girl I used to whirl

Sweet tonics
To sip and sulk
Old fashioned potions
Foolhardy devotions
Night stand night terrors
Locked you in the drawer
Cast away the key

I’m on my way
To the sea
Light the beacons
And sound the horns
Darling, I’d wash in
On the morning tide
To drown upon your shore

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Vergift

I’m stranded
Out on the rock
Of the beach
Of your love

Searing sunshine
Simmering horizon
The boiling ocean

I’m sickly
By vergift
Your gift
To me
In the dying light
The fading embers
A sickly-sweet kiss
The taste of death
On those lips
Those tracing
Fingertips

Disheveled
Gone haywire
Watch the machine
Misfire
Tinker and toil
Ratchet and wrench
A thousand more pieces
For you to try and fit
Reconfigure
Reconstruct

My malleable heart
The blacksmith’s iron
Forge and shape
Temper and mold
Glowing white-hot
Searing sunshine
You’ve left my body
So very cold

She Calls Me The Sea

She calls me
The sea
Receding from shore
The push
The pull
New moon, treacle sky
Brilliant points of light
Familiar shapes
Each with a name
A story to tell
This cool embrace
Warming you
In time, undertow
This deep union
The push
The pull
She calls me
The sea
Rushing back in
Cresting high
And white
Exploding
Into the sea wall
This last lament
Between you and I
Drags me under
One more time
Dive down in
And meet me there

On The Boardwalk

I first met you on the boardwalk at sunset
In a yellow sundress, flowers in your hair
And I was too tongue-tied for clever lines
To have even asked you your name
Something about the water
Something about the sand
Something about asking
If you’d hold my hand

It was along the water under soft moonlight
You were twirling in the sand by the bonfire
Your eyes burning red, you moved in ways
I wouldn’t be able to forget for days
Feels like a waking dream
What was the rumination
That I’ve got to keep asking
Are you just my imagination?

We saw the sun rise at the rim of the world
And I still couldn’t be sure that this was real
The touch of your lips and the very first kiss
Your eyes pulling me into an abyss
Before I knew it you were gone
Dipping beneath the red horizon
Sailed away on an ocean wave
My heart strings left undone

Modern Grey and the Bench of G.W.S

The sky and sea are painted modern grey
Mirroring the walls of Fort Gorges in the bay
Taking in the serenity all around me
Occupying a park bench that holds fond memories
That ‘old soldiers will never die’
You’ll never be immortal if you never try

Two lovers walking hand-in-hand a seaside mile
We laugh and reminisce, she’s got a beautiful smile
She takes me back to a time and place
I’ve forgotten her name, but I remember her face
Swimming ashore in the depths of her eyes
I’ll never be immortal if I never try

When she sun finally breaks through the clouds
And I feel alone in the midst of the crowd
In the time it takes to mix an old-fashioned potion
I’ll have set sail for distant seas on calmer oceans
Darlin’, rest your head on my shoulder and don’t cry
We’ll never be immortal if we never try

Class Project: A Brief History of Alien Prohibition

Good morning! I don’t often ask much of my readers, but this is a small project we have done in our Introduction to Mass Communications class. We had roughly 90 minutes to come up with a concept and shoot the video. It’s a bit strange, but the more hits we achieve, the better grade we’ll get! So please, do us all a favor and give our video a look.

PHOTO: Portland Headlight

I took a drive over to Fort Williams Park in Cape Elizabeth, ME between classes early this afternoon. This is a picture of the iconic Portland Headlight located at the park. You can actually see Ledge Lighthouse from Spring Point from Fort Williams Park.