Another Sailing Song

I'm no good at music but I like to think I can say what I mean

--I hope you'll listen to me. 

The songs I hear in my head 

are for me alone to listen 

because only in the confines of my boney chest 

is there a place for them to glisten

--Shiney and New 

an untouched Virgin 

a Heart that still knows how to feel. 

Sometimes, at night, I can't help but cry 

for the little girl who collected her tears 

and sacrificed them to the Sea. 

A right of passage, a transformation, 

into such a Blank Thing as me. 

Every man is an Island--vast drifting continents--we are Alone. 

Separated by tragedy, we leak sorrow into oceans 

and build some sort of conscience to keep us afloat. 

"Life is Lonely." 

My Father taught me that. 

Every day I watch him fade. 

If I could I would wade

to the shores of his apathy.

A barren landscape 

of Logical Lizards and Madmen Wizards 

who force my world to turn. 

An effect of change: 

we only grow older, our shores only grow colder. 

This Ice Age is impending and I find myself 

suspending all the rules, 

just to witness you mine those jewels, 

you will strum on your guitar 

but not for anyone 

not for me. 

An expression of loyalty: 

I will shiver on your porch and construct a little poetry

because words are tools with which to build bridges 

across these Seven Deadly Sins. 

Maybe someday you will cross over

Red Rover, Red Rover, 

send your heart on over

--if you have one. 

Withered and cold, 

my skin is bone dry 

and if I could I would cry. 

The empty place they carved in me, 

someday I'll fill it. 

But not with you- 

you are empty too. 

And I guess that's the Tragedy. 

With no hand to hold, I am sinking in the cold 

of this braindead seabed 

a tattered wreckage 

of a ship that went to sea...

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You planted a lot to the reader in these lines... the flow kept me going and the themes used... and the end phrase seals this verse... Thanks for sharing...

[child-of-promise]

I think that poetry is mostly very personal... and this is very personal... something I don't quite understand, though I can feel it... the emotions...
very very good... almost haunting I would say... and childish too... "Red Rover, Red Rover"

'tis good, 'tis good...