Island Joy

A beautiful island to be maniacs in peace without the shame of the ordinary.

Paint me a picture!
of a desolated island where we stand-
just us.
no noise,
just the sound of our ravishing violence, complementing the morning chirping of the blue jays and loud crashing of the ocean tide.

No one to intervene,
nothing to stop us from generating a sublime reality,
with constant quicksand and high tides,
things that kill so quick,
swept promptly from under the feet with little time to think or act.

Serving time in paradise is exceptional when the guards are lenient,
and your lover is a pyromaniac:
the love is always hot and exciting.

The brush strokes ease my mind;
You miss san juan, don’t you?

Don’t stop painting baby,
the colors are becoming cool,
and the island cold and rainy,
this is where we belong,
a destination almost too lovely for contentment;
where everyone has crumbled and we have reached nirvana.

The picture will soon be completed,
and i’ll remember it forever.
Maybe i’ll even hang it up in my room so that i could daydream of this very moment;
where i could go home to sleep on the hammock that we viciously made love in,
cook in the kitchen where pyromania was at its peak,
fires on every stove,
dance in the sand that swallowed us whole
and sing in the bedroom that suffocated..

I hope you paint one for yourself too,
a duplicate.
Come visit me whenever you please,
this island holds too much beauty and death to leave unattended!
and no one can bother us!
we can go back to screams and weeping and sex!
without the ordinary direction of intervention.
See they think they’re saving us but we’re just drowning at a slower pace,
suffering more.
At least on the island the exhilaration and rush never dies!
I think we’re just fine,
we know we’re just fine,
together,
on this island,
with our empty heads and lost minds.

Reviews

[Shelley Warner]

Vivid imagery, I like that you refer to islands and ocean scenes a lot in your writing. It reminds me of a song by Bob Marley: "In high tides, or low tides, I'm gonna be your friend.."

[lovelymarina]

I try…. thank you for the review my friend. We all need a little dark serenity sometimes…
Marina

[Shelley Warner]

Yes we do.

[Chris Shaw]

Those little islands in our minds where we all need to get away and visit for our own sanity. An intense piece of writing which reminds me some need to get away far more than others. Life can just throw a bucket of shite sometimes. Great writing.

Chris

[lovelymarina]

A place to just be left alone without the torment of the outside world… it all exists in our minds somewhere. Thank you for the review,
Chris… means a lot.
Marina

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too dear Marina.
At least on the island the exhilaration and rush never dies!
"I think we’re just fine,
we know we’re just fine,
together,
on this island,
with our empty heads and lost minds."
I loved the complete poem and the above ending. Would be utopia for people who need the sea, the silence and some peace. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[lovelymarina]

Wouldn't it be nice to get away from it all for a little? The shame and judgement of others, opinions on every corner, and real life? With a lover by your side, alone to be maniacs in peace without the noise. We can all dream of such. Thank you for another amazing review, xx
Marina

[Coyote Poetry]

I need a year near the sea dear Marina. All of us need to escape the walls of life. Dance with the sea. You are welcome.

[Relic]

Your writing is obviously unique and different. I like this a lot. You hold the attention of the reader from start to finish with images and ideas that are interesting. It's as though you're talking to me (the reader).

Excellent writing. :)

[lovelymarina]

Thank you :)