Clash of the Titans

One strength rising up against the other.

From outward appearances the jetty’s strength
retains the oceans waters.
Placed strategically by man to control
and manipulate her flow.

He stands solid
as the waves continue their pounding.

A question arises;
is he stronger because of his design and structure?
Or is it simply because the ocean allows it to be?

The ocean is
flexible and forgiving.
Accepting
of often vile and grotesque things.

Yet such beauty
she creates.
She bends her will
for the sake of all others.

She is where life began
at her choosing
she is where life ends.

Try as man may
to give her structure and boundaries,
it is only by mutual agreement
he maintain the pretense;
he is alpha.

All parties quietly understanding,
given the desire,
her power can destroy nations.

Clash of the Titans

One strength rising up against the other.

From outward appearances it is the jetty’s strength
that holds the oceans waters.
 Placed strategically by man to control
and manipulate the flow.

He stands solid
as the waves continue thier pounding.

A question arises;
is he stronger because of his design and structure?
Or is it simply because the ocean allows it to be?

The ocean is
flexible and forgiving.
Accepting
of often vile and grotesque things.

Yet such beauty
she creates.
She bends her will
for the sake of all others.

She is where life began
at her choosing
she is where life ends.

Try as man may
to give her structure and boundaries,
it is only by mutual agreement
he maintain the pretense;
he is alpha.

All parties quietly understanding,
given the desire,
her power can destroy nations.

Night Demon, Morning Lover

I rise amidst love,

peace, good, and right

Beside my morning lover

safe from demons of night.

I bask in light

and warmth of early sun.

The calm before the storm

that daily threatens, then comes.

I sing every morning

My true loves song.

Knowing his demons will appear

As the shadows grow long.

His armor shines brightly

In dawns sweet light

Only to dim in evening,

disintegrate at night

Why I endure each nights torture

I myself the question ask

It is for my mornings lover

and the beauty in which I bask.