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old boats they can charm
any ocean
fibreglass lord knows
runs afoul

and for every
newsflashy gimmick
there's a hundred year handcrafted dowel

see I do not blame
you woman
for quitting
on summer's depart

see you can't
expect a lion in winter
from the owner
of an average heart

some women
sail when it's easy
some women
take on all tides

for every man
on a deck feeling queasy
there's a port
where a true one resides

now I don't doubt
you woman
you'll find another man
on your chart

all that I do know
is that for certain
he'll be the owner
of an average heart

some varnish it cracks
in the setting
some paint
it will outlast time

some women know the man
they are getting
some women are as weak
as the brine

me I'll go out
in all weather's
see I found a french vessel
at mart

and she's strong in the ways
that you weren't
and she's the owner
of a savage ol' heart

she was crying
in the sea
unloved and worn
she spoke to me

her heart and boards
were long ripped out
her diesel engine
left in doubt

yet I heard her
heard her true
in her estuary
of blue

mud it held her
held her fast
a defiant finger
for a mast

porthole eyes
that saw the years
open sores wept
salted tears

the odd bewildered
passerby
would enquire
of me "why?"

this dishevelled
bearded man
eating something
from a can

yet twas she
who rescued me
with my work
upon the quay

less days
to think of you
my retro thinking
hours few

I slept and ate
upon her deck
I found a haven
in her neck

and I lifted her
that year
out of wet rot
out of fear

I spent everything
I had
removing varnishing's
of sad

a friend helped me
with her coat
a rising tide
helps every boat

I thank the thousands
that walked past
who saw her place in life
as last

they failed to stop
and read the the signs
and saw no beauty
in her lines

she was tough
(as they come)
in a coat
of pain

she was harder
than diamonds
left out
in the rain

and she smiled
qualified
at how life
slipped away

and she wallowed
in strength
tíl her
final day

no one
knew her
her fame
was too great

so she built
a blood moat
that circled
her fate

sexy as hell
cold
as a stream

her talent
too vast
to thrive
in a team

so let it
all out
you might
as well

the back door
to heaven
is the entry
to hell

so sleep
little bird
but soar
like prayer

and I'll tell
the world
that once
you were here

Silent whispers of gas
Rises from caverns deep
Hints of smoke and steam
Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from
Within caverns deep
Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash
Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising as water flows from deep
Tesions rise as hot melts the surface gravity falls and flows cascades it downward flow to oceans deep

One day in life, I may know
That what I feel will really show
I'll be not anymore afraid
Of worthless thoughts that I have made
Of shining parts my heart contains
I'll spur my horse, grip tight the reins
That whom I love shall really know
Once I was in fear to show

I am stretched on your grave
And would lie there forever;
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure we’d not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
‘Tis time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am stained by the weather.

When my family think
That I’m safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head,
Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child.

I see you every day
it's not important you see me
I'm the man who moors his boat
near your house beside the quay

your son is older than me
learning issues t'would appear
he follows you like gravity
like a worry follows fear

you never appear angry
in the face of nature's mirth
every day he walks beside you
every day a brand new shirt

you always seem to have a smile
as you fumble for your key
I'm humbled by your kindness
you must be north of sixty-three

I think about your life
as the water soaks the sands
you hold your son so tightly
an umbilical cord of hands

"who looks after you" I think
but there's steel around your home
a dignity past this modern place
a swan a'swim in chrome

A look that's all it takes
To know that you care

A touch so soft and gentle
To know you will be always there

The glint in your eyes
Says it all

Your hand in mine
Radiates the warmth

All these things show me you care
Unconditional love truly is rare



By Saffron Flower

She walks like an angel
Through my broken dreams
Carrying hope like mail
To repair loves lost seams

She is not the end all and be all
but the one thats getting away
For her I would always fall
She knows what i would say

Its something primal that attracts
Something instinctual that draws
Her feminine clothes and makeup masks
Her delicate beauty that awes

I want to see her finally and again
In my dreams I can't wait to meet
The women who eludes the love train
and i haven't felt yet her loving heat

But for lack of trying to get it
i wonder now and again sometime
will she turn to this fire thats lit
After she reads this biographical rhyme.


BY ADAM