Boast

Hear me now, who knowth not
The wrath of wind and wave.
I stand before you muddled sons of land,
A fearless spawn a proud descendant
Of the king of Absolutely, That brave
Mariner formerly of ten feet less,
Shall we say… Finkelsplatt.
Kneel now and you shall hear
The tale of that darkest night
And coldest rain that men may face.
It begins before the breaking dawn
When the sun has yet to light
Round the helm we sailors stood
Huddled ‘bout the fair, the favored
The lady in green, who graces the sleepless.
To our goddess of starbucks, that morn we prayed.
At the tenth hour we stood, ready for the gun.
Amidst the chaos we circled, calling out
“One minute! Goddamnit Charlie, hold your bow!”
At last the signal, and we were off.
Tantivy to left, a false tripp to the wind
Undaunted, close hauled we sped along.
But our fickle fiend, that cruel northerly
Changed the course. So sails changed
Amidst the crashing waves.
At last
The mark was in sight, a god forsaken spit
Of land that all good, all wise and prudent
Sailors avoid. To the island of Smith we laid our eyes.
But the sky had turned, and cast her fury at us
Frozen pellets stung our faces and sent even the fearless
The formerly undaunted hero of ten degrees below.
We called to our aid the heater and oven
Baking lasagna to keep moral high
But when the wind died we were left no choice.
Bold Meyer was brought, and bolstered spirits though the calm
As last the breeze returned and to finish we sped.
Returning to the dock in dark of night. In second
We stood. To slow by a fraction. Yet to this day
We are still thawing our bones from that dreaded,
That damned, Island of smith.

Battle Time

So what to do
Let's heft the sword and move along
Like we know the path.
Like we know ourselves.
You are.
The closet to me
The one who runs without distance
Between us.
So what now?
When the track disappears?
Or is replaced?
Don't leave me lost
You know I don't like it
Like I know you're afraid
It's inherent
This flight
Because we both know
We won't survive the fight.

Chapstick

Simply said
My lips are dry.
But I was to scared to go
To my car
Alone.
And now I don't know.
You stood up to join,
To walk with me.
But now it seems
You've locked the door
And lost the key.

This battle between us
-While on common ground
Has an uncommon prize
That's yet to be found

So here's toasting to you
To hoping you'll find
The right key and right time
To come walk with me
Here's to; Next time.

Reference To...

So here again's
The faithless end
The twists of fate
That love to hate.
I know of no reason
The songs as they are
Must sound like a riot
Of blood thirsty whores.
The look of the dream
Is marvously clear
-Till it's realized
To be only a mirror.
No matter the wishing
The well has run dry
And as hard as you try
You can't seem to...