Burial at sea

Beneath the plates of steel and wood

Are beings that have seen more fire

more fire, than a soul in hell

And have blackened themselves darker than tar

These are not mere mortals

These are those that have defied wind

They have conquered may swells and storms

The music of their soul it seems

Are sounds of escaping steam

And whisles of valves and the rumble of hearth

Of the fire that gobbles oil and coal

Their dance is with forks and shovels

Their grip is like a vice

That even the winter seems paler to

The merry band, as they ply

From port to port, beneath the skies

They fear no storms, they fear no fate

They go forth into the unknows

They bring everyone back home

And to the unsung heroes of yester years

One must sing songs to remember their toil

They are the children of the sea

Their caskets shall never be covered by soil

They are the ones that the sleep on the sea bed

Without a care, staring at the sky from the depths

And then there were Two

What will the dawn break bring, and

Mybe my dreams, of uncanny

Wanting a release, or to refurbished

Neither seems like a rare thought

Those sudden surges and urges

And only knowing I shall numb myself

Where, but in my mind am I truly free

Sans thoughts of belonging or bygones

And if I must question, poetic justice

It is a befitting to my life long cause

When does one begin to be

A loner, unwilling to be otherwise

Is it at the first

  the second

    or at the third loss?

Or is it when one meets another alike

When a loner meets loner is it a chance?

Or is it a tragic joke that nature spins?

Maybe loners are the same, 

If they meet or greet, 

    They laugh at their choices,

     or their mends.

And if by choice they wilfully tred

On a path of knowing the other self

Would they still be the loner they are

Or have they learnt to see themselves

Fried or Steamed Wanton, Cravings

Unrest and cacophony, of incessant utterings

Some of mind, some of lettering

In the absence of shades to hide beneath

I seek no respite, for it is futile

Unbeknownst to conscience, mine or otherwise

Spins wanton cravings, steamy or baked

Whose to know,  Not me, I won't

It feeds, the mind and the soul, and on

When the day comes calling, and if I wake

Awash in the fragrant bath soap

Smelling like a an estranged vanilla cake

A cut, and sliced 

In cut and dry, in audible framing

Of words causing an unwanted churning

Only to chum the seas of my being

Inviting the hungry, to one lost of it

Afloat, washed out, amongst the non foamy

Wavering, and lashing, bolting and dashing

I shall float, on that stormy sea

Maybe the sharks grow tired of such routine

Finding me afloat, considered a chore maybe

Then again am in the overtune of overthinking

I seek drowning, standing on sandy shores.

Into the unknown, a leap of faith

Yet knowing that such is always at odds

Contrary to logic, rhyme and reason

Spinning a web of conversation

In the hours of hearing a mirror

And often mirrors don't reflect entirety

She and I, like strangers glanced

Into the void of this fleeting time

At the end, we turned and walked away

For each, for each

And in some semblance of assurances

Thinking when we meet again

When and wherefore

What for shall a lifetime be

If it isn't spent in wanton glee

From the first puddle I splashed 

To the first mature joke I cracked

Plastered with stains of pain

And polka dotted dreams of she

Here I hear, that the world is ravaged

There is but a wail and plea

Amongst such apathy and sorrows

Lie the heartless , lying mouths

Reclining on the sands by the sea

What for shall my lifetime be

For my faith in fellowmen is wee

Yet then in each day of wake

I spend praying my heart out to thee

If so is the plight, then I wish to see

A flaming sword on swift wings thrust at me

Ending my longing and casting me to dust

Cure my will to breathe, put me to sleep

Curses and Contentment

Amongst the Damascus of words

Weaved and heaved, weighed and approximated

Go now, I shall let you be

Yet for all that carry this curse

Like I carry love and care, that shall be mine

I curse you reach the greatest of heights

From whence as you shall call for love

I shall have to hear no sound

Go now, I shall recede

Drown in the foam of my own seas

Yet for all that carry this curse

Like I carry a prayer, for you in my hearth 

I curse you meet the warmest of love

With whom you shall smile and retort

Go now, for the time has come to pass

My soul has burnt, so has my heart

Yet for all that carry this curse

Like I carry a memory of those long gone days

I curse you to be stronger than cold steel

While you bear the burdens of life so frail

Go now, I shall wait here

I have always found me in wait of love

Yet for all that carry this curse

Like I carry no remorse not guilt

I curse you with Joy and good will

While you dust off the regrets of my being.