Shisse! …Shadow of a Stowaway Onboard

When the negative factor hounds me
I break from my leash in defiance
determined to strike back,
non-compliant to misplaced authoritative rule
demanding faith without proof of conscience

As ‘the contemptible other’
dons his signature piss-assed façade
hell-bent on humiliation as his favored tool,
I’m left laughingly saying
what’s it to you if “I do” or “I don’t”,
kicking myself free of the control he tries to impose
contrary to my own limits of patience,
for I won’t lay down with the devil’s playmate
at the helm of my sailing ship

We’ll do things my way, for I am the maiden Captain
and he the hellacious stowaway seeking free passage,
all the while threatening mutiny,
with me determined he’ll walk the gang-plank
destined to join ranks among the vilest creatures
of the boundless sea

The Damned v. The Holy

I’ll not compromise my integrity
to appease anyone proven so wholly inscrutable as you
so obviously out of your league attempting to seize control

I’ve farmed bounty from the Endless Sea
to nourish & refresh my immortal soul
seeking the comfort of Destiny’s promise
of freedom for the Chosen Ones
who, in life, walked a path enriched with godly insight


Stumbled into a hornets nest of disapproval,
heightening my expression of ominous rage,
internalizing my pain again & again,
raising objections in my incurably diseased brain,
testing my patience with difficult questions,
my temperature rising to high intensity, and
me growing more disagreeable moment by moment


Into the sun’s sultry glare of suspense
I surrender my care,
moving obstacles cast my way
with resolve and intent, set in my ways,
and a long history of weathered experience
worn tucked safely under my belt

With binding silken threads of prior misgivings,
longingly I stitch the fabric of my future
into highly decorative fine summer apparel,
thinking, ready now – here I come,
remembering my call to action
rests in heavenly quest

* * *

Here now, twisted and contorted, I stand firmly rooted
much like a mighty tree bared of its leaves,
achieving stasis by proven means and methods

Wild and free, fiercely brazen,
steadfast on foundations of mutual trust,
I must, I must, prevail

Fair Weather, Calming Seas

Troubles not worthy of mention,
I’m feeling bits of developmental progress each day,
subtle changes charged with encouraging emotional control

Guided on the way toward pleasurable goals,
I’m reaching for acceptance under the twinkling stars,
the journey still ahead billed as a tragedy turned comedy
answering questions with more seasonable questions,
as I feel my way into the future’s enfolding arms