I maybe just another pebble on the beach,
but as long as the oil tanker slinking past doesn`t cast a shadow over my shine.
Let me skim across the waters.
Not to sink;to depths too deep,
hidden,crushed obscurred by sucking sea beasts,
flece my life blood to indestructuble stone....
What fear is here...?
So kindly tide pull me back sea drenched sparkaling by sun, back to the shore sphere.
There I can stand on me as a pebble,and look across and be thrown amongst the vestiges of the sea hovering in sea mist.

I now stand six feet tall.
I have thrown out my stolen jewel,to become .

This fluidness that is humanity;
the walking forest.
That has natural dictate,but it`s own way fractured
by a multulous of combinations of thought ,actions understanding.
How can we relate when circumstances can prohibit,
marganalising our responce and numbing our essence of what is real.

Dilemma.

Though we carry on building our rules unseen ,to be accepted,rubber stamp into alloted spot.
who will follow who ?
shallow water prevails as deep water are left to wonder.
The madman laughs manically ,when the sane invent there sanity,taught to authorities fort.

Top dust swept from the beach
carried in a coat a garment of wind.

Sublime,ridiculous,rhyme ,betwixt,twirl,entwining sometimes it mixes discomfortably.

Bright breeze will not decieve.
That invisible transporter,travelling to journeys end.
To wherever it may rest.
Theres no hiding place from zephyr to tornado .
If only it had a message
Just an expression of natures disdain?
nothing really but deadly as a hurricane.

The sound of the horn .
The world that goes to sea literally!!
Very prestigous ,ship the floating palace for our model peers
one million to five for ownership cabin.
They`ve made the decision,lets give it a spin.
Refined there destiny ,now there sailing away.
For those have charm riches galore gathered more ;
for taxes offshore?

Sail away to distant bays
note the stress that comes our way!?
The commitments and contributions we make day to day.
Were still an adorring flock,that juggle our lives to stay on top.
There minted now (as always?)they enjoy their fruit.
They sail away ,with lots of honey and plenty of money.
Lets make the world an exclusive place.

But we follow in our Dreams ,it would seem,I sometimes find it hard to take.
Shake again as if an inner meterology is taking place
bringing the sunshine into my veins ,pushing out the blooded rain.
That inner desire that will inspire overthrow,the tepid weather map and see in the new dawn ,new positve age is won.

Born to be forty or more ;I come to my senses
create a life part two.
This is for you,for feeling given, projected and forgiven.
Visit the places where you get hurt.
Churn it out ,talk it out ,think it out .
let your soul creative directive control,your steered way not the rich kids sailing away.
You are free don`t let them tell you any other way.