Coconut-Master

i am in a state of navies and blues. and i thought i would love you as i love the ocean. i have painted pictures and written poems and sang songs and thought thoughts of falling for someone in the way that i love the sea for so long but here you are and you are no sea. t'est pas la mer a moi. t'est tellement plus. you are not the ocean. you are more the melting snow and hope that springtime brings. you are the never ending sigh     and the greatest silence is you. and it is kind of like contour drawings. look at this orchid. draw the shadows but only use one line. and if you look in the right way the most beautiful weight is held in t

No scream is heard with her lips sewn shut No truth is seen because her eyes were cut No justice is written for her hands are tied No faith has she because her soul has died As the world careens totally out of control And people trade addictions for their soul The collapse of morality becomes a torrid flood As Lady Justice weeps tears of blood

jack jack jack j-a-c-k jack who became all jack who layered pink on blue on purple in the sky jack who kissed the mountain tops as clouds and softly sighed jack who moved like tides but was still the moon (the call) jack who kicked and yelled and screamed but was still loved by all jack jack jack j-a-c-k jack who put salt in the sea j-a-c-k jack who put blood in me

For when the daughter experiences a first it is the passion she feels in the night. For when the innocent is murdered against reason it is the cry of a nation that can’t understand. For when the son disturbs the peace of a day it is the rage of parents that calm his youth. For when the music carries upon the floor it is the color of the dress the darling wears. For when the veil drops and all is revealed it is the pain of truth that becomes clear. For when the last moment is seen it is the suffering in the eyes that shows all. For when the child breaks the toys they cherish so it is the shade their face turns in anger. For when

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