SHIPS OF RELATIONS

By H.J. Cruz

7/28/07

Look yee unto the bay, find yer merry ship o fools,

Aye, dar’s war ships en worships, dar’s whore ships wit-out  wenches. Dar’s a court ship wit-out a court, en sum friendships, companion ships, en evon a feu dictatorships. But not a flag stays on the mass head fer long, excepun dat one. She’s the true flag ship; Da ship o relations, en mighty battle scared is she!

Communication break down,

Two parts of a frown.

I thought he/ she said,

Foreign image in a head,

One word too many,

One word too few,

Expressive heart language

Long over due.

I love your this,

Don’t give me that!

I want your kiss,

Save formalities chat.

O the pleasantries of extremities

Brought O Sirus to his knees,

I need a mid section,

For lusty circumspection.

How we relate

Often casting fate,

When thoughts become frank,

Emotion tenders the spank,

With eyes of truth

Character’s fragility a-spook.

Can fleshy bone

Give spirit atone?

How to love indiscriminate,

Unconditionally substantiate.

How to love without possibles, point or penis.

Now to love without politics, purpose or passion.

Oh the pressure, pretense and promenade,

Mission’s impossible serenade.

As a river to an ocean,

Endless tributaries of devotion,

Another squall or all’s dead calm,

Ships- relations temper drama & psalm.