I miss my ocean (Video art)

Poem – I miss my ocean

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I miss my ocean

Sand. Dirty sand and soil.
Dust in my mouth and coating this skin.
A film of sweat covers me.
Sticky heat and restless.
I miss my sea, the ocean that bore me.
Tranquil and deep like the pools in my mind.
To drift and meander across its aqua stretches.
Calms the blood that torrents through me.
I miss my sea, my ocean.
At times stormy, but full of life.
Threatening to pull me down to the ocean floor.
Where I can be alone, and able to heal.
The arid heat and air of this desert itches my eyes.
Scratches at the very thought of going on another day.
The salty air calls me back.
A maelstrom of reasons directing my compass.
To ride over waves and rise with Atlantis.
Reaching a trident back up to god.
So I shall make my way, and crawl back into the sea.
One which always welcomes and cherishes me.
Washing everything clean, and cooling my soul.
I miss my ocean.
I miss my sea.

The Island

Sky west and crooked, that’s where you’ll find me.
Wallowing in the shallows of a spirit so deep.
No man is an island, yet here the land mirrors my form.
Hewn coarsely out of limestone and chalk, strong and cratered like the moon.
You may cast you anchor down to my sandy soil.
Hoping to raise your flag and conquer me.
As you explore what you think you now possess.
But a volcanic change of thought will turn these tables.
Collapsing all that lies in reach.
And we shall sink, beneath the waves of our doomed Atlantis.
To be spoken of in awe by those who follow our demise.

Savage reconstruction of self

Through heavy storms this heart doth beat.
Battle born and weary.
Feathers frayed liked angelic irony.
Patched and nearly severed.
Where do you go to be reborn?
While wolves lick between your teeth.
And though pregnant hopes swell and ebb.
Through cobweb sticky emotions, and distance in your eyes.
The cries of sincere doubt corrode quickly in your salty waves.
Smashed into pieces upon your unwelcoming rocky shore.
Yet something crawls out of the ocean.
Something that slayed the terrors of the deep.
To reach up and scale that towering mountain.
That you placed there to warn those out to sea.
Of how close to god you now sit and suffer.
How away from us you wish to be.

SWELL

A surrendering, like the moon at dawn.
Complicates my waking dream.
For I now walk with lighten feet.
As the ocean flowers bloom in my chest.
And a smile scratches across my face.
You are the one, the holder of everything.
The taste of honey at the end of my day.
You keep decay at bay while pulling down the stars.
They find me, on the edge of complication.
Yet equating such science to the subatomic pull.
Of like, attracting like.
Your eyes, which pull me over like the waves.
Crashing again and again, down into the pools of your soul.
Cling, like a ring of bright water, forever in my serpentine mind.

Back and forth

It has everything that you want.
Come inside.
Feel the walls.
Climb the tower that calls to you.
The one with the lonely light.
A single candle burning in its tallest turret.
Pillage this ancient Carthage that rises out of the sea.
Swim.
Dive in deep and lick the ocean floor.
Salty and slick.
Be the Helen of Troy to my many ships.
Aimed in your direction.
Chasing wave after wave of swell and thrust.
Taste it all, but taste it quick.
Sharpe like lemonade covered honey.
All without a sting.
As I wrapped these arms around your borders.
Burning the roofs to see the sky.
Raising my flag upon it, claiming it my own.

You stopped the rain

What becomes of all of us?
Down in the depths, floating on the sea of time.
Who pulls us back? Who throws the ropes of salvation?
She dwelled long and lonely under the waves.
Wrinkling into memory as the salt clogged her bones.
But the dreams wouldn’t fade like a dying star.
The hope threaded around her heart like roots of a tree.
New lips breathed the life back into her.
Tomorrow’s soul and eternity’s hand.
Raised her from her watery grave.
Covering her in love and picking away the scabs of sorrow.
She smiled and laughed as they ignited within the pilot fire.
Which shifted fate, and scared the fish.

(Space) Dust settling

How do we coordinate?
I found you there, where the wind meets the wild.
The violent storm.
I wished for you twenty lifetimes ago.
When my feelings were cooling like the earth’s crust.
What is it that we have now? What holds us together like emotions?
I wear the land upon me like your needs; vibrant and synchronised.
Emotional oceans of respect and calm.
Pulling me down in the wave crest of passion.
Are we there? Where we plotted. Ejected into space.
Coordinated around universal clocks that tick and hum.
Loving you on the latitudes of complexity. Tick.
The longitudes of simplicity. Tock.
Dripping like stars.
Maybe this state of now, is what happens after the war.

Sweetness follows

Jasmine lips and honey eyes.
Dance on my flesh like miniature dragonflies.
Growing roses in my heart.
The ivy of my mind to twist into.
Licking your skin and tasting the ocean.
Chasing your wave and finding sand in my shoe.
You.
Blue and free like the sky that pulls over my eyelids.
Whispering into my skull, the tantric movement of tomorrow.
Taking me off to another land.
Where your skeleton slips into my skin each day.
And crystal tears carve a path right through me.
Amber shivers and slumbered eyes, welcoming these dreams.
Tip-toeing through the water lilies of your world.
Hovering like the hummingbird of your heart.
Beat and hum.