Sea-Based IanA Poem by C. JohnsonYoure not failing...
Now loosened waters send you sailing
With loose-held arms that bend - You're flailing! Now, In waters so yearned for, Up to now... A yet unearned door Or so the shipbuilder's pledged it was... They who burnt your decks so they may warm While you told us all it was just a singe Those hands that wrought Those hands that rot Those hands that you so adore Those hands that pluck the heartstrings that were your rigging That are your rigging!! For no matter how lonesome you sail, Its not the steadfast hull that keeps you on But those fine twines, they keep you sailing! A twang of which might reap - You're wailing! Yet with you always despite such hardships upon your heartships... The water below The skies buh-lue! And theyre here to take you on... But on, on, Away from anchors that have damned, Away from shipbuilders who have pledged To bind you so But unwind you so... Away from those who'd have you stay In hellish maelstroms struck yesterday All that is neither here nor there... Just for now We'll smile a while And enjoy the ocean air... © 2008 C. JohnsonAuthor's Note
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Added on November 14, 2008 Last Updated on November 14, 2008 AuthorC. JohnsonAboutI'm an artistic soul, using visuals to convey how I truly feel. I love history and love it even more so when portrayed right. I love eclectic styles and vintage french posters. Old coins, unconvention.. more..Writing
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