Liquid velvet. Crystal clear. Brilliant mirror. Breath of life.
Water is beauty And beauty is water Polluting her is wrong And not what you oughta. (hehe)
But still her beauty fails to shine Without the light But yours will shine forever The dark can try with all its might But it will not be able to prevent it And I think I'll stop rhyming shite
hehe

I dream

I stand at the waters edge,
Staring into the deep,
Imagining what it would be like,
To drown,
To be held down,
Water forming around me,
Molding me anew.

My toes test the water,
Teasing me,
Lapping at my skin,
Tempting me to step in,
Seeming so harmless.

But I am not as naive
As the water takes me for,
I know this is not my answer.
But I dream,
Of floating away,
And having it all
Washed away.

The wind,
Taking my sails,
Spreading me out to sea,
Like a bird in the clouds,
Wrapped in loving arms,
The water caressing me.

That tenderness is a façade,
As the waters form the mountains,
Cut rivers into the rock,
What would it do with me?
My tender flesh?
So I don’t float out to sea.

But I dream,
That I could just float away,
Maybe one day.
k.a.stryker © June 1, 2001

In Need of Cleansing

My life is somewhat complicated,
Stress seems my every way,
I am plagued by incessant uncertainty,
Complication rules my day.
Other scream and hound my being,
Dusaster follows close,
Anger drives my frantic fear,
With cynicism so verbose,
Enough of this mechanised constricture,
I need to feel my worth,
I need to be at one with life,
I need a complete re-birth.
Thus, Ibrek these tedious shackles,
Leave my life behind,
Gather together my trappings,
And myself to leave and find.
On Grand Cayman Island, mon,
The water crystal clear,
Where running out of lobster,
Is my one and only fear.
My labours are now investments,
The past is old hype,
The water shimmers inviting aqua,
I drink a red stripe.
I walk to the cleansing water,
Feeling at once whole,
It penetrates my very being,
And cleanses my broken soul.
I thank the Lord for this invention,
His words I can almost hark,
"Take these gifts - the water,
And that very hungry shark."

At The Waters Edge

Smooth, reptilian, soaring,
a gull wheels away from this rock
leaving the scraps I was throwing,

and settles again in a flurry
of foam and plumed air. The wild seaweed
crawls crimson and green in my shadow.

The gull's flight aches in my shoulders.
It will suffer no change, cannot offer
itself to be changed, cannot suffer:

the forms born of earth are supported
by earth, body-sheltering, guiless.
"What is truth?" asks the heart, and is told:

You will suffer, and gaze at the fact
of the world until pain's after-image
is as real as pain; all your strength

will be fretted to grains of distress;
you will speak to the world; what you offer
will toss upon evil and good

to be snatched or disdained. You will find
all nature exhausted as beauty
though radiant as mystery still.

You will learn what was breathed into dust
the sixth day, when the fowls of the air
wheeled over your flightless dominion.

"What is truth?" cries the heart, as the gull
rocks in changeless estate, and I turn
to my kingdom of sorrowing change.

Water

I sink into the waters Of life, Washed away of all I am not, Named for what I am. Standing before you, Water drips from my skin, Revealing all. Tears from my eyes, Cleansing my soul, I give myself to you, As I sink into the water of life.
K.A.Stryker © June 1, 2001

its Raining

Water Water on my head.
Water Water in my bed.
Water Water evrywhere
Water Water over there.

I wish i brought an umbrella.

Water

Running
Flowing
Life is flowing through me
Grabbing it, like holding a lightning bolt
It melts through my hands
I can't take back that lost essence
Of me
My life, is flowing away

Water

Splash
and the ripples come
like tiny tiny hurricanes
swimming over my dry blond hair
and I surface from the blow
only to lose the sand beneath my feet
and fall into serenity again.