Monday, August 13, 2012


Just so lovely as it looks, sounds or feels
The rains falling down from the darkest skies
Insanely pouring down on me, drowning me.
The unholy exorcism bleeding into me.

The fearsome militants that strike me
Storms blowing the tide that fight me
Lost in the trail of the brightest paths
Is the Black Pearl of my greatest desires

Deserted I stand on an island alone
Stranded by my ship, my crew, my men
With just the single bullet in my gun
and my palms holding a bottle of rum

The sea beasts roar through the night
Working through days, I make my flight
I row my boat down the line of horizon
with a hope to see my Black Pearl again.