for you, for me, from me to you

for you, for me, from me to you

my ship is sinking

for my tongue

has been loosed

i speak on things

which i should not

i think on things

which seek to but pierce my hull

giving way my life’s buoyancy

“be mindful of what

proceeds from thy mouth”

that

or something like that

was something i read somewhere

i do believe

it was a scripture

or at least ought to be

it is my own now

and somehow

i must employ it

more often

opinions

like Cow Shit

in the pasture

mixed with the food we must eat

who would have thought

words were digestible

when poisoned

and laced

with traces of our own discontent

malcontent

we must eventually face

that which

we have for self

that we transfer to others

our Sisters

our Brothers

those sails

that gather winds

that i may traverse my Seas of life

have holes in them

as they seek to gather

a new breath

tattered and torn

My brother, Wind

whispers to my soul

that a whole billow

makes for a lovely pillow

where hope for better ‘morrows lie

yet lies about what is about us

prevail

and my sails

are less than diligent

in their seeking

to do their duty

for the bounty

and the booty

of life’s spoils

will never be mine

if i do not mind

that which i toil for

yes, my ship is sinking

ever so slowly

as i descend

ever so lowly

in the ways of schisms

betwixt me and you

with criticisms

and man made created “isms”

to justify my perspectives

which are naught but

mostly useless electives

and selectives

of how indifferent we can be

when it comes to

our own directives

and the way we should go

you know

what i mean

and in the mean time

we do not see

there is only one Sea

and we all are sailing our ships

and remember what they said . . .

“Loose lips Sinks Ships”

end piece

© 26 February 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.