Sitting by the Sea

It's been a while. Heres a little drab

I sit by this glorious grey ocean 

in all petite

my legs crossed

mind motioned at peace 

with great dharma 

watching the thick grey clouds in the distance

roll across the mountains

and the waves of the sea smash against stone 

i sit here 

here alone 

by the ocean 

as our cities burn 

and all our good men die 

shameful 

and misunderstood

as war breaks out 

in syria

as rocks fall into the earth 

and beautiful green is cut

as hearts are broken 

and love beckons

as men kill 

or be killed

as the earth quakes and 

teeth rattle 

as gasoline feels the air 

and women are beaten 

children too

glorious -original-cliche-predictable-unpredictable 

as life is 

for the space between our lives  

must be filled with joyousness 

from all or as much branches and fallen leafs 

that from pain and disaster 

to make men of us 

to wither us wise-till solitude 

or to turn us cold and lonely 

playing out our lives 

until we hither too 

dark submission

so...

let the w****s be w***e

and killers-kill

let the preachers-preach 

the rich-be rich 

and the cheats-cheat

the liars-lie

the sad-be saddest

and the beautiful-be beautiful 

as we are all damned by fate

and the

jaws of hell-fire on

and the heavens pour

in drabs and drabs

and more drabs

small victory 

for us all…

like i said  

all are good men die

or be killed

and all are good women 

turn to scorn-by wicked unfaithful men  

or become rotten by 

time and patience 

and unfulfillment 

but 

all is in love 

and peace

yet fear is the stronger of the two 

the world cries out another thunderclap weep 

yet i sit here in peace by this great ancient grey ocean 

Author's Note

what do you suckers think.