I have sailed a long, long way
from the native land,
I bid goodbye,
so many years ago.
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If clouds be blown above the sea
and of the swirls and torrents
build ice and sleet upon the deck
and through the snow there’s lightening flash
...
A tumultuous furious sea, mounting, breeding in shadow silhouette, came with the dawn of the night. Waves like shoals of conflating sharks feeding in frenzy on the surface rise.
On this gray and frozen storm blown day; a penetrating gloom flooded the sky and seeped from the pores of the planet like the cold sweats of disease.
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From the spindle of the weaver’s wheel
a tapestry it forms
to reflect the thoughts and prayers
...
Big Island just off the stream
rouge and none conforming
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Within the illusion a tangle mind weaves.
Pablo’s analytic cubes,
Dali’s subliminal dreams.
Into the looking glass and
...
the quintessential film noir
debut in
two thousand three
...
matador skewered by the horn
reverential recital of courage
and loss
cession of pain is a concession that came
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