In the mess hall
The food gurgles down
A sludge filled drain
The water hammers the
Sides
Constant as rain
Forks scrape plates
All made the same
The mess halls up late on
The ocean
Mess Hall
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Storm Walks
Storm walks
Into new places
Washed anew
From the dust and dirt
Making the moments right
From the start
Advancements Made
Advancements made
Return to grenadine
On a late night
On the ocean wide
Up on the side
We advance we retreat
It comes with the territory
I mean
Boat Life
Boat life
Can’t move anywhere to
Quick
Or straight
Uneven paths
Waves and stayed
From the ocean waves
White Caps
The white caps
Reveal
Rocky roads
Ahead
What’s around the corner
Where the path has lead
Wind at sea
A churning ocean
Caribbean
Motion
I Don’t Think
I am not certain
Or not clear of mind
To know
When is the right time
To ask
Whether I can continue
On a narrow path
Wander of in embarrassment
All the while
I now refuse
To just think
Clearly
Clearly seen
Slightly and keen
Keeping up with the Jones
Is quite a scheme
Borrow and forward
Requires to go back
Clearly seen it’s
A backwards act
We Think
We think
We are happy
We think
We are free
We think
Of opportunity
We think
Thoughtfully
In truth
Or consequence
Are we perceiving reality
Or just contemplating
Insanity
Are we free
Are we full
Of opportunity
Maybe
At best
Not at all
At worst
Deep Blue
Deep blue
And purple
The ocean runs
Smooth
As fertile
Life gives
And ebbs away
The depths of waterways
On the ocean clear
And sky above
A subtle passing of
Both fear and love
Boil it Down
Boil it down
To the simple
Undeterred truth
How uncouth
To lie and deceive
Achieve the goals
That were rolled up
Your sleeve
Boiled down
To simple
Reduction
One stolen
To get wheee you are going
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