Moonlit Peace pt.2 (Easter version)

The ocean is a lonely deep; dark… briny….
Churning out sea foam as it crashes against a rocky shoreline.
It whispers in your ear to come explore,
Parting its early morning mist inviting you to row onto the moonlit black.

You enter your boat, you do not know why.
You lock in your oars and cast off your line.
No one knows where you are or where you’ve gone.
The thick salt air overwhelms your senses and you begin to pull.

The subtle calm has lured you into the ocean’s embrace.
The last stars in the sky on the horizon, the first rays of dawn,
you feel at peace.

A gull’s cry draws your attention to port; where you see a rogue wave approaching.
You try to turn your bow into the oncoming assault but realize too late,
the lonely deep has drawn you out and you are caught in her trap.
Like the angler-fish of the deep, the maws of this briny beast are snapping fast.

As your boat rolls and you go under, a wave of panic washes over you.
You feel the phantom hands of countless lost souls grabbing you and pulling you down under…
Or is that just the seaweed? You open your eyes and realize no one is there.
You spot the surface and start climbing, fighting to get to that breath of air.

How did one wave plunge you so deep? If you don’t make it, will you be at peace?
Your body overtakes you and the taste of salt floods inside.
A gasp for air becomes a last cry of despair as you realize the cold you feel underneath
The surface is fading out of sight, sinking deeper…how is daylight turning into night?

You feel the seaweed tugging on you again,
this time you see the eyes of the man whose hand is pulling you deep.
You do not know it but you have been summoned to join the feast.
As you close your eyes and search your heart, the cross you’ve accepted, a redeeming new start.
You see a man in your minds eye, dressed in white reaching down from on high.
He steps from the boat onto the sea, reaching into the depths on bended knee.
You feel a strong hand grasp your own, the seaweed recedes, releasing you home.
As you open your eyes you are where you belong.
At the feast of your King singing a hallelujah song.

Getting Ready for Belize 2018 pt. 2!!!

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A Restless Affair

I’d just rather stay home. Everyone expects to see me.
I double check to make sure I look ok. I think I look ok?
Traffic is bad on the way…I’m going to be late. I hate being late.
I start to feel jittery as I’m looking for a place to park…why are there no spots left?
Now I’m definitely going to be late…a fretful sweat has already begun.
Do I still look ok?
Finally a spot is in sight…I park the car resisting my instinct of flight.
With apprehension I make my way, just have to show face; no need to linger or stay.
In disquietude I enter the reception hall.
A plate of food and a drink, that’s all.
A hundred tables to choose but not ones for me. I feel out of place, smothered, drowning, nowhere to be.
She takes my hand and looks me in the eye.
I steady my breathing and willingly comply.
I know these feelings are all in my head, no matter how hard I try to replace this dread.
She guides me to a place for two. She talks to me, comforts me, she’s felt this before too.
We make it through the night and home.
I fulfilled my obligation, could not have alone.
Until the next time that I must venture out to face the demons that overwhelm my mind.
In my castle I’ll remain to recharge my soul; this is my anxiety grind.

Brotherhood

I cannot sum up brotherhood better than saying, I’ll be there for you
When overseas in foreign ports three sheets to the wind and you cannot stand, I will carry you
In the chow hall and you had a rough day, you know who you can turn to
When facing tragedy of insurmountable odds, we face it together with steadfast fortitude

On the pitch of battle we are warriors together
We fight together, try together, bleed together, and die together
When you go down I will support you, covering your back with my own
Pulling you to your feet to fight and charge on

My brothers, my family
All we had was each other
Poor, alone, being raised by a single struggling mother

The shirt off my back in the blistering cold is what I would give you
The meal off my plate if that’s what it came to
The blood in my veins if I thought it would save you

I know these things in my heart to be true
I know we are brothers, because you would do these things too

Moonlit Peace

The ocean is a lonely deep; dark… briny….

Churning out sea foam as it crashes against a rocky shoreline.

It whispers in your ear to come explore,

Parting its early morning mist inviting you to row onto the moonlit black.

 

You enter your boat, you do not know why.

You lock in your oars and cast off your line.

No one knows where you are or where you’ve gone.

The thick salt air overwhelms your senses and you begin to pull.

 

The subtle calm has lured you into the ocean’s embrace.

The last stars in the sky on the horizon, the first rays of dawn,

you feel at peace.

 

A gull’s cry draws your attention to port; where you see a rogue wave approaching.

You try to turn your bow into the oncoming assault but realize too late,

the lonely deep has drawn you out and you are caught in her trap.

Like the angler-fish of the deep, the maws of this briny beast are snapping fast.

 

As your boat rolls and you go under, a wave of panic washes over you.

You feel the phantom hands of countless lost souls grabbing you and pulling you down under…

Or is that just the seaweed?  You open your eyes and realize no one is there.

You spot the surface and start climbing, fighting to get to that breath of air.

 

How did one wave plunge you so deep?  If you don’t make it, will you be at peace?

Your body overtakes you and the taste of salt floods inside.

A gasp for air becomes a last cry of despair as you realize the cold you feel underneath

The surface is fading out of sight, sinking deeper…how is daylight turning into night?

 

You feel the seaweed tugging on you again,

this time you see the eyes of the man whose hand is pulling you deep.

You do not know it but you have been summoned to join the feast.

As you close your eyes you feel a chair beneath your seat.

 

You awaken at the table of the beast.

With countless other souls breaking their morning fast,

In Davy Jones locker…

A friend in need….

So my roommate came downstairs with a headache and started fishing through the kitchen for something to eat.  I asked him if I could make him something seeing an opportunity to be creative and after getting the green light and with a bare kitchen I start looking through my ingredients hoping for some inspiration!

Picture doesn’t do it justice… originally served in a bowl with cracked egg topped with pasta and then sauce.  Flavors are when Thai lemongrass soup meets peanut coconut curry! #norecipe #travelingchef85 #cookingislife

Atlas Crushed

I love her
I carry her
She is the weight I choose to bear

I protect her
I provide for her
She is the heart I choose to share

Along my path I fell in the dark
A faltered step
I fell apart

I tried to carry her
To be the support she’d need
With a damning flaw, I could not succeed

As the load slid off my rounded back
A chain emerged, that gave no slack
I tugged and pulled, with all my might
The only progress was towards the light

I’d straighten tall and flex my breadth
with a dying love, praying she’d retake her berth
with a dying hope, i could not stand
to keep moving on, was her demand

on i marched, to the light that’s true
the fiery sun, a rebirth made new
a hope in my eyes, a hope in my heart
that the fires would yield a new fresh start

i did not know, i did not understand
the land i supported desired a new tending hand
i marched on, like a good soldier true
i had no other course but the fires to make new

i grabbed my chain, pulling on my shame
the weight of the world, i was her fools game
not wanting to move, but nowhere else to go
i tried and i cried to let her trust me so
to let me carry her again
to let me share her heart
to carry and protect her
to provide for her heart

the sun, the sun, the sun is where to go
we are no more, you must burn to let me go
so i marched, and i cried, and inside; i died
into the sun, i struggled, and pulled
this chain, this weight, this shame unfolds

i enter the sun and the chain burns away
i fear i am lost but i continue to stay
i look back at my world and wish my end to be soon
and then i see a beautiful tiny moon

she is a part of me and a part of her
shimmering in the light of this fiery star
she is worth the fight and worth the burn
i claw and i struggle to make the return

this moon needs me, to have and to hold
i will support her, i will not fold
i will love her, and protect her heart
i will be her Atlas, and give her my heart