| Our new boat Oriana, a Tashiba 31 designed by Robert Perry and built by the highly regarded Ta Shing boat yard in Taiwan, will have a faithful crew stupid enough to take her across oceans (at least one) and wise enough to know that life holds no guarantees. Stay tuned for all future journeys, stories and projects related to "Oriana" on this blog. I promise it will amuse and entertain, maybe...or just read to be witness to a couple fools, as if witnessing a train wreck, but funnier. I hope... | |
| Oriana resting in Brookings Harbor waiting for her next journey |
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Oriana Awaits
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Words
So many words and so many people...alive and dead
What were the dead words?...the words that were once spoken in life
What voices of the dead put words into combinations?
In context came nations
What life syntax has destroyed and living words are used as toys
Meaningless as people and crumbled silence has no steeple
What were the dead words?...the words that were once spoken in life
What voices of the dead put words into combinations?
In context came nations
What life syntax has destroyed and living words are used as toys
Meaningless as people and crumbled silence has no steeple
Monday, December 8, 2014
Borders
Expired passports along with scribbled notes of numbers and letters upon scratch paper lay still
Spent documents and expired visas are wasted, meaningless with real consequences
I wonder what happened to our freedom to roam without borders, laws and permission
A time without money, security and loneliness
A time when only nature was cruel and indifferent
Now it's written upon paper and enforced
No longer wiped away by the wind and sea for a fresh start, but engraved in stone and imposed on us for the price of a soul
Spent documents and expired visas are wasted, meaningless with real consequences
I wonder what happened to our freedom to roam without borders, laws and permission
A time without money, security and loneliness
A time when only nature was cruel and indifferent
Now it's written upon paper and enforced
No longer wiped away by the wind and sea for a fresh start, but engraved in stone and imposed on us for the price of a soul
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Crying
Spattered on flat top, scattered tear drop
Splashed, dried and cradled in dust
Memories fortified, forgotten and lost upon a dirty floor walked by many
A picked up penny
One step beyond worthless and held with warmth to be spent and saved
Better to be given away and tasted
Bitter, sweet, fallen and wasted
Reality's salty, wet and painful fears
...washed away
Splashed, dried and cradled in dust
Memories fortified, forgotten and lost upon a dirty floor walked by many
A picked up penny
One step beyond worthless and held with warmth to be spent and saved
Better to be given away and tasted
Bitter, sweet, fallen and wasted
Reality's salty, wet and painful fears
...washed away
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Dreaming
Closed eyes upon sunshine and a head full of light
I'm awake and living in the back of my mind
A place once dark...now glowing
It's not pretty nor showing
Truthful...maybe
But walking through I'm steady
Unobstructed in the messy room
I'll find my way
Today!
I'm awake and living in the back of my mind
A place once dark...now glowing
It's not pretty nor showing
Truthful...maybe
But walking through I'm steady
Unobstructed in the messy room
I'll find my way
Today!
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