Back Again

Hello everyone. Back inport and I have finally have the chance to get online. There have been some requests for some of my writing while at sea. I might have to upload some stuff. Well, we have been gone for four months and we are almost done. I have learned a lot and I have seen a lot of cool things. I have travelled all over and I have never been more tired, but besides all that, life is going really well. I cannot wait to get back to the States and come home and visit everyone. If any of my Sigma Pi guys are reading this, I really miss the house and RUSH. With the weather getting hot, it is all I can think about. Miss you guys. I learned a very important lesson about the Navy recently - don't sleep. As long as you don't sleep, you will be fine. If you think that you are done for the day - wrong. You actually have a lot more to do, there is no time for sleep. Hah. There is always something more to do. Whenever I think about sleeping, I go check my email or my tracker and then I realized that I actually have about three more things to do. It is okay, because when I get my work done, I feel much better about my day, and the fact that I am drop-dead tired doesn't matter as much. It is a weird phenomena. Well, I should be going. My liberty group is ready to go. I will post some of the stuff I have written now.



Bitter End
The bitter end
Call it out, repeat it
Walk it out, walk it to the edge
Don’t drop it, Can’t just toss it
The end of line, looped sometimes
When older, most times ragged
Ragged edge, bitter end
Flailing under tension, much less controlled
Reacting more on instinct,
Than on the direction of those who handle it

Safety concern, the bitter end
Lashing out, hold on tight
The bitter end, end of the rope
Who can hold on?
Not me, I must observe and hope for the best




Sleeping at Sea

Seven feet by two by two
the only personal space given
blue curtains as good as screen doors
closed off from the rest of the steel world

no such thing as silence
congestion of ship and shipmate
create a melody of living vessel
never quiet, a lullaby for sailors

the rock of the sea, the crash of waves
the grey lady sings us to sleep
like a mother to her grown men children
she sings to us, so we can sleep at sea

While we wake the lady demands much of us
We must work and toil to respect her
Some must remain at night to keep her company
She does not sleep and so neither can we





I could tell you, I could
We could walk hand in hand
Sharing stories and coy looks
Our eyes could laugh together, they would
I could meet your parents, I could
We could split holidays, here, there
I could kiss your neck
Below your jaw and lower
My hand could graze your side
Drawing you close
We could swap kisses and promises
Our lives could entangle,
Our legs could get tangled
We could love each other, we could
I could stroke your hair and shiver
We could lose ourselves
My parents would love you, my sister too
My brother could like your sister, he could
We could talk of Italy and Ireland
We could share our own talk
Our silences could share secrets
Our hearts could play well together
I could love you forever, I could
But I can’t tell you sunny lies, I can’t
Or can I?
Your dress could be white
The day would be perfect, it could be our own
Our friends could cry and laugh and clap
Your mother could be there, mine too
They would love each other
Grasp each others’ arms, new found friends
My dad could stand there, he could
He would cry, he always does
Your dad would grip my hand and slap my arm
He always does
We could smile at each other
All day and all night, never tiring

Our love could last the night, it could
I could love you forever, I would
Our hands would know each other
Their grooves would grow to miss the other
Our lips could taste each others’ longings