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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
There is a video for this moment
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
There is a video for this moment
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