Sometimes,
when I'm alone and crowded,
I dream of oceans
and far away places
both near and far
Cuz I don't understand.
there's so much
I don't understand
people say apple
but they mean banana
and all the while I offer
the apple, not getting the joke
So I search for safety
in the alone
but only find the hurt of the crowd
and I dream of oceans
and far away places
both far and near
and the circle continues
a sea tho brimming with danger
makes no judgment. it just is and kills alike.
caring for the whale no more than the krill
which is not at all,
only a blind fairness
far away places are strangers
that don't lie in request.
just a stoicism that allows my being
and ignores my iniquities
people carry me away
on waves of blows, eager to judge
pointing and wagging
always knowing the better
the ocean doesn't lie
or practice demagoguery
it's waves only mean to carry
to far away places
or to death, no matter
Edward should never have come down
from the hill. Oddities grow old in their oddness
and townsfolk bold in their coldness
but how could Edward have known?
people who pat and coo, most always,
do so to their own amusement and sport.
cheer them and it's drinks all around
tell them of your pain
and they check their watches
and cover their yawn
-a fickle lot for sure
they say the meek shall inherit the earth
I say not without a fight
so I dream of oceans
and far away places
where love is love
unconditional and tender
where apples are apples
and a kiss is not to placate
where a friend stays a friend
where God loves sick children
and where there's never a joke
for me to get
the loneliest place ever I've known
is lost in the crowd
the friendliest comfort on beaches bare
silent and non treacherous
So I dream about oceans
and far away places
~Rick
