Introduction:

I love to walk early in the morning on the beach – any beach

Picking up sea shells, anything that washed ashore that looks

interesting. I like to bend down and grab hold of – spend a minute

or two examining it.

Table of Content:

 ** Clearwater **

 ** Sea Grass **

 ** Eastern Starboard Wind **

 ** Salt Water Blues **

 ** Irene’s Tracking **

 ** Lodestar Lead Me Home **

 ** Sails Jet South **

 ** Window (Pain) **

**Clearwater**

Gotta get back to Clearwater.

Ride a wave runner to Sunset Beach

Sail jet south past old St. Pete 

Eat the best sea food from the deep

Take some time off to reach

All my friends, there I’m gonna meet

Gotta get back to Clearwater Beach

Hasn’t changed a bit, sure it’s commercialized

Fossilized

Petrified

And basically – monopolized.

But, so what. . .

Gotta get back to Clearwater

Get out the lotion

Put the hands into motion

Paint my nose white

Cause the sun here gets pretty bright.

Oh, I gotta get back to Clearwater

Wiggle my toes

On Treasure Island’s whitest sand

Sit on the beach way past midnight

There spin Neil’s  “On The Beach”

No one cares

All they’re after is the plastic in my wallet

Come and get it!

Yes, Uncle Fred

We’ll buzz the Beeline

Come visit Satellite

And yes, we’ll spend the night

You can take us up to Cocoa Beach

Where those nasty sand fleas find my white legs

Such a treat

Walk the pier

Visit Ron John’s – buy a T-shirt – yes dear

Take the CC Tour

Make it a day – whatever you prefer.

Oh, I gotta get back to Clearwater.

**Sea Grass**

 a venture made

 plans were laid

 nothing came to – Pass

[a-grill-Beach] Sea Grass.

 words exchanged

 one way arranged

 too much brass(?)

[folding] Sea Grass.

 remnants in the Bay

 remains to this day

 the bridge collapse

[Tiny] Jumpers mass.

 the ghost of the Greyhound stays

 as the lone(ly) palm tree sways

 erosion vast

[without] Sea Grass.

 storms brew quickly for sure

 looking for island treasure

 i stumbled . . . . .i stumbled upon a heart

 that i then let. . . . .drift apart. . . . .i let.

 the story behind

 change (your) mind

 time fades fast

[by blowin’] Sea Grass.

**Eastern Starboard Wind**

Take me there

Where - the sky meets the ocean

Where - horizon and wave blend in

Feel it touch my face

Against my skin in every place

There – it goes again

A gentle eastern starboard wind.

Take me there

Where – dolphin and manatee swim

Where – we can all blend in

There – to communicate

Elaborate

Not confiscate

Nor habitat take.

Ohhh. . . .there – it goes again

A gentle eastern starboard wind.

**Salt Water Blues**

I have the privilege to watch her walk along the beach at sunrise

She strolls down to the local grill

Close to where the fishermen have brought in their nightly catch

It doesn’t get any better than this

The morning so still.

The bustle of the dock

The darkest hour has stopped

Everyone with their keys to unlock

For what’s about to begin – the dreaded clock.

Yes – tick tock tick tock.

WHEN – She makes her grand entrance

It’s like the world begins

Everyone inside grins.

The same thing she orders every morning

Two eggs over easy

Two strips of smoked bacon

Plain toast

Black coffee.

For some reason, she sits to my right down two stools

I wear my super dark shades like I’m cool.

As for me, I like my eggs scrambled

Sausage well done

Saturated buttered toast – strawberry jam

Grapefruit.

She reads every bit of the paper

I just take the sports, a few comics

Time slips away, it gets later every day

I’m in my flip flops and baggy shorts.

She go down to the beach and dances in the water

She might as well be naked in that wet t-shirt

All the old cronies swarm around her to flirt

She runs them off after about 10 minutes – nobody hurt.

Swimming out into the gulf alone

Sometimes I think she’s half mermaid

The ocean must be her home

Or maybe even part manatee

I look for her through my telescope to see.

Where can she be?

Back on my deck, the morning quickly passes

Paradise long doesn’t last

As time moves fast

Shadows start to cast.

I don’t know where she goes

She disappears in the waves

But in the morning

There she’ll be

Walking along the beach.

If our eyes ever meet

I’m going to ask her where she’s been

But then, it’ll probably just start all over again

Breakfast

Yesterday’s news

And salt water blues.

**Irene’s Tracking**

The first dropped - like a tear

Till the last drop - there was fear

Through her all – His Presence was felt

Many cried – unbearable pain

They had been - unfairly dealt

Some rejoiced – mercy given

Just thankful - they were living.

Inside the wall - of the eye

Rising like - the blood of Cain

Ignited by - fuel sustained

Warm gulf waters - remained

Strengthen her - as she rained

Then the winds - blew and came

The landscape - never the same.

**Lodestar Lead Me Home**

Who knows.  . . . .

When a soft breeze begins

Then turns the winds

A hurricane maybe where it ends.

It picks up some harden Sahara desert dirt

Where it began. . . . . it doesn’t hurt

When it began. . . . . .it was just sand

But the next thing you know. . . . you’ve stopped holding hands.

Who knows. . . . . .

When the time comes

Who runs. . . . .who stays. . . . .which way

It’s gonna happen. . . . .some day.

Sails across the Atlantic

May even make you sea sick

Swirling into motion

Comes across an entire ocean

Like a winter solstice to unlock

Calling you back into the dark

You may think you need to dock

When you should be ready to embark.

Look ahead

To ports of tranquility

It is said

That’s where peace will be. . . . .in a sea of joy . . . . .we’ll see.

Blow wicked wind blow

I’ve place my feet on the solid ROCK

And now there ain’ t nothing

Gonna stop me

Out of the eye

I’ll sail the sea

Where ever that Lodestar leads me

There I’ll be.

God willingly.

** Sails Jet South**

My ship wrecked off the shoreline

Scattered is the wood and pine

Watching the waves

Maybe . . . exploring the swells of caves

Now it looks like I’m stuck here the rest of my days

I doubt anyone will be traveling my way

Sails jet south.

Wind blowing through my hair

Sun blistering my face

I’ll take the longest way

Making sure to absorb every landmark surrounding the bay

Leave at dawn

It feels like I’m already gone

Sails jet south.

**Window (Pain)**

Clouds are forming

Distant thunder storms coming

With my dream catcher

In the winds swirling

Let me fly . . .

Let me flash right by

Let me fly . . .

Like a kite up in the sky

Collecting stardust and lightning bolts from on high.

Waves are crashing

My board needs a  little better waxing

Let me ride . . .

Let me tube right by

Let me ride . . .

Glide across that wave staying balanced using my hands

Shooting out the barrel you’ll start to understand.

Here comes that ol’ dog catcher

Out in his rusty caged truck with seats of worn leather

Let me hide . . .

Let me lurk right on by

Let me hide . . .

Out in the back woods is where that puppy lies

I don’t want to lose my trusty spy.

Tasting true freedom for the first time

To be whoever I like

Running wild

Going where ever I want

Unfortunately, I chose

To go down to rivers of misery.

Seen – things I dream to gain

Plans – objects I scheme to obtain

All uncertainty – gazing through the window (pain).