This facade of the power that you wanted to choose faintly echoes the past memories...
My Love has brought me flavorful words//And so I give back to you, childish and unsure
Ruminations of a Working Man – Ocean Stew
I've been doing too much thinkin'
There Will Be Peace
Where there is depth, there shall be naught, and where we wade in the shallows - there will be peace.
Familiar Cobbled Streets, Pt. I
He meant no harm when he requested I take a seat, he simply hoped I'd return to the familiar cobbled streets.
Ever Weigh Anchor
And ever faithful he shall be for sea brought him more joy than she. Better a man live a life of leave with enlivened heart 'neath tattered sleeve.
The Art of Being
All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.
Give me your hand and we can walk to the edge of the ocean, if you'd like. We won't jump in, but if we find some flat, smooth stones along the way, maybe we can have a skipping competition. We'll count the ripples, even if there's only one.
Heaven Must Have a Sea
I cast myself into the sea So to give into my heart's Call Cold and gasping, I cease to be Yet in that moment, have it all If I live, ne'er forget to breathe Breathe in, this life's memorial I shan't taste another so sweet Not love's kiss, passion conflagral I hear the... Continue Reading →