Those Who Ride With Giants

The open sea is so much more
Terrifying
Even rosy fingered dawn can't soften
Its wild colour of Beryl
I've been bathing in a pond
My whole life, thinking that it would
Be alright if my feet touched the bottom
A faint beam of light was all I needed to
Remember how to surface from
The shadows
Perhaps I've been wallowing
Knee deep in self laceration, that I
Forgot that the world owes me no
Wings and
No paddles
No shoes
And no saddles
It tastes of salt ,even from the cradle of
Comfort
Bitterness finds its way into one's mouth
Even when they renounce living for grand things
These waves must be conquered, they say
A ship at the harbor is safe but maybe
That's what I was made for , you know
Painting with the brush of lamentation
What I see
From the shore.

Ushio

I suppose I shall whither if
I ever lived far away from the sea
You think I'm being sentimental, but
You weren't born where the whiffs of
A stale high tide could wake you up
Does it phase you that I cry
Over sombre songs and
Immortal words of dead men?
Perhaps you think I'm soft
In ways you don't try to understand
Soft in ways that tickle your heart, and
Draw you in
Do you wonder why I run away when
I fall out of rhythm instead of pouring
Myself into you? you wouldn't handle it, my love
This bloated abdomen swells with seaweed and
Untold confessions, I run away to the ever snotgreen,
My sworn lover of old age
And I throw away all my rage, my sorrows
Into that scrotumtightening body
Of forgotten things, truths and sins
Its belly heavier than mine with
Albatrosses thrown away out of guilt
It doesn't ask questions, it only listens
Dancing to a rhythm
It draws me in

Woosh


Woosh

Woosh


I listen to the crashing of the
Waves, licking at the white sand of my woes
And it quells down this surge of 

Unrest
Love,
Are you trying to learn how
To make the same sound ?