Dear Ship at Sea

Dear Ship at Sea

Don’t keel over now

Don’t keel over

You are not such a mistake

Like Titanic on a northern winter night

 

Dear Ship at Sea

You are my safe haven

A troubled danger home

My banana

My mental trip to far lands

 

Dear Ship at Sea

The road of the Hazel Grouse village

Will take me nowhere

Like you do

 

Dear Ship at Sea

I hoped we wouldn’t be apart

But you move leagues onwards

Leagues more away from me

The Stolen Road

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

The same place where life begins

It is a crossroads

A bridge

A crosswalk

 

A leap into the unknown

 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

But our paths did not

Small trails of smaller rocks

Do you follow?

 

It will not change now

The road and what its made of

I will not change now

 

So many lives I have seen

And so many people I have been

 

Good poets borrow; great poets steal.

— T.S. Elliot

The End of Angry Paths

Meandering ways
Here to stay
A small path
With no wrath
Can you see me winding down
The lingering shadow of my frown
Feel this road grinding to a halt
No more running of the malt
This little gutter feels like a canyon
Will this small life endlessly carry on
It really is quite a miracle
All these roads to hell
Don’t you listen to the oracle
But I’m sure she means well

Road Lullaby

Sleep soundly small cat

On this road to the old capital

We will come home yonder night

 

Sleep soundly my little bird

Rest your head in your wings

We will come home yonder night

 

Sleep soundly little girl

Travel to dream lands untold

We will come home yonder night

 

Sleep soundly brave boy

Dream of knights and of dames

We will come home yonder night

 

Sleep tightly sweet children

Little cat, little bird

For we will come home yonder night

Road Lullaby

Sleep soundly small cat
On this road to the old capital
We will come home yonder night

Sleep soundly my little bird
Rest your head in your wings
We will come home yonder night

Sleep soundly little girl
Travel to dream lands untold
We will come home yonder night

Sleep soundly brave boy
Dream of knights and of dames
We will come home yonder night

Sleep tightly sweet children
Little cat, little bird
For we will come home yonder night

Dear Ship at Sea

Dear Ship at Sea
Don’t keel over now
Don’t keel over
You are not such a mistake
Like Titanic on a northern winter night

Dear Ship at Sea
You are my safe haven
A troubled danger home
My banana
My mental trip to far lands

Dear Ship at Sea
The road of the Hazel Grouse village
Will take me nowhere
Like you do

Dear Ship at Sea
I hoped we wouldn’t be apart
But you move leagues onwards
Leagues more away from me

The Stolen Road

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
The same place where life begins
It is a crossroads
A bridge
A crosswalk

A leap into the unknown

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
But our paths did not
Small trails of smaller rocks
Do you follow?

It will not change now
The road and what its made of
I will not change now

So many lives I have seen
And so many people I have been

“Good poets borrow; great poets steal.” – T.S. Elliot