Monthly Archives: January 2014

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“Sinfully th’ October wind blows, insistently th’ rejuvenescence Tide rolls; Desolate sands, eerily cold; Faint footprints as memories we hold. Premature darkness, her sunsets fade fast; How I long to swim in th’ salty water, as I did in days past.”

~(c)Hyde Rock

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(My Place In This World)

“So many times I walked along the shore
On a sandy beach
The angry waters crashing (and)
The sun kissing it’s rapids
Blinding my sight

My feet embedded in the sand
Leaving a mark of where I’ve been
A small piece of history
Only for the waters to erase what is behind me
No one noticed but me

Sometimes I look back and don’t understand
Other times I’m glad for this
I pray for this
Wash, wash it all away

Funny thing about the ocean
It’s so powerful in strength
In scent, In sound, In sight
Even in taste
You don’t even have to touch it to notice any of those things
It surrounds you, and you become a part of it

The waters are seemingly endless
Looking upon it’s horizon
It encompasses so much of our world
Yet we take it for granted
Wash, wash me away

So I walk yet again
And sometimes I take steps back into my old
Thinking of it’s comfort
But fear it’s consequence
The waters keep changing, so why can’t I ?

Onward again, many journeys ahead
Many footsteps to lead my way
And I’m sure, many I will leave behind
That wherever it brings me
I’ll surely know then
My place in this world”

~(c)hYdE rOcK

The Tide Rolls In

The tide pulls back with no mercy
Concealed earths exposed
The sun gravitates depleting light
Fighting with fire with its chromatic beams

Despite how splendid,
The icy gale still blows

Darkness sets in with fair sky
The wild and e’er ravenous gulls fly home
Morning awaits
The smell of salt in the air is all that remains
Breathe it in

For tomorrow,
The tide rolls in once again

©Hyde Rock
http://www.hyderock.net

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The Earth shook and divided, rising the above; where the waters crawl and reach the shores.
Mist evaporating in the sky, the rapids white – who simultaneously crashed in choreographic form, each by each, storm by angry storm; charged at the treading soldiers of the sea. Blissfully, fearfully, we lift our bodies submissively, to her command, bowing merciful to her authority. Make no false moves, she abides by no rules, a part of this weary World you must listen.

~(c)Hyde Rock

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“I pressed it against my ear, the beautiful, large Conch. I could hear the songs of a million years; the howling of the majestic waves shake my spirit, with all of me I listen, enraptured with sounds that circle my soul that is the beauty of our Earth’s blood. The Ocean.”

~(c)Hyde Rock

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“The gulls soared above me, while others perched beside me.. stowaways of the sand and sea. Faithful watchers of the shore. Their cries become music to my ears, a spiritual and melodic dance with the crashing of the tides. Be still now, for these are the voices and songs that speak to us of the beach.”

~(c)Hyde Rock