Burn Your Boats

Hiding in the shadows of the fleet, I walk along with cold tired feet

Bare bones, skin exposed

Will I see you again? Seems not one soul knows

Out at sea, can’t see dry land…I finally received from your hand

Rings of rubber shaped like bands

An automatic writing I did produce, was it real or simply obtuse

Not a word since your departure…only echos from far away altars

Not like breath I can be caught…never could I be bought

I am true, never fake can I be…they used to call me “face,” now you can see

I am just me

This sun still shines even when out to sea

Why did you charge, just to stop and stare? A kiss should’ve been planted, right then and there…

Hernando Cortes 1500’s

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting for me for years, years beyond your wildest imaginations...won't you walk with me...

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