To The Waters Of Atlantic City

Atlantic City, New Jersey
Beachfront
 
I stood in awe of the beautiful roaring ocean
The elements of sea salt of its purification when skin is dipped in sacred benediction the soul rejuvenated in its harmonic motion  
In the midnight hours the moon dancing off the reflection of the water to welcome my blessed naked offering to Mother Nature becoming one with the universe  
Knowing there is nothing mightier than when the tide and the shores  
greets  
The coldness kissing my ankles, bathing my feet  
My stance firmly planted in the sand  
So many footprints entwined by woman, child, and man  
The foul of the air, soaring with time, humanity lessoned of their care  
 
Erected sandcastles built by hands in haste with hopes of building a realistic perfect life  
The hope of happiness comes with the benefits when of a man shall leave his mother and cleave unto his wife  
Closing my eyes listening to the melodies echoed in a seashell  
I heard thunder in remembrance I felt the stinging rain  
I felt the hopes, wishes, no mercy of freedom dashed by the master’s pain  
The revolt of clashing whips and chains  
 
Centuries later and here I am, my history of where I came  
The origin of those ghost whispers, the history books will never tell  
Loss of your identity in bondage or jump ship into a watery grave hoping Heaven will receive you than Hell  
Upon the calling in its depth the ocean has stories  
Comprehension of nationalities and sailing to a land of demise ridden by separatism, a lost civilization of unforeseen greatness laminated by sweat, tears, and purgatory  
 
Hearing the seagulls flying overhead  
Remains to swoop where their beaks dips in a sand bed  
Looking out and beyond  
How many Vikings and pirates raided ships  
Confiscated gold, coins, treasured gifts  
My mind to times of old softly drifts  
Upon the universe my existence traveling the journey, life placed in its path  
Resonated with love, living, and taking the time to laugh  
 
No one speaks for anyone’s mission, it its already ordained  
No matter the intellect we are the vessel of inhale and exhales and all the marvelous rewards it contains  
Detours comes with hard lessons, the donations of our mind on earth, is our cosmic weapon  
Lose it, use it, or allow life to abuse it  
My mind was clear, body shivering, but I felt good, from that moment ready to spread good cheer
Drying myself off  
Thank goodness no sign of any cops  
 
To the elements of the Atlantic Ocean, may my spirits always flow from coast to coast                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
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