Hearts On Its Side Aware of the Coffin The Outpouring The Pearl

	Hearts On Its Side Green Eyes and Gold treading water treading in green eyes lying in wait for the fruit to fall from her branches for the ripples it makes reaches shores afar, a true bounty for man not boy for he lacks the patience and chooses not to savor the fallen or the grace in which it does...and green eyes today harbors oblivion to protect her from the power in the water its course it will run mapped out before by other bodies of water, she senses the undertow is strong but is unable to measure her time killer, a passionate man dizzy from the fruit on the vine and he prepares to dine...its her will to drown as she falls down and joins his dreams and together they grow wings and leave the shut-down days there is nothing specific she remembers and she returns to the waters edge noticing his musky smell on her and the whole memory is coated in the finest gold...Hearts on its side labors for the will to feed the body and mind...R Ian Eldridge AKA EStatic.

	Aware of the Coffin Its there in the back of your mind and used to be a flight risk and play tricks a fugitive one of a kind..open the door and let it unwind be free from the grind..what can you do? for an old tree in the neighborhood..its been there for awhile...it always told you.. you could, but a deal was made when you stood in its shade and tall wood never forgets you find, when you came back for visits which are ever more often (chorus) I still got some kick but I'm aware of the coffin I still got some kick but runnin with caution VS. 2 I was never scared of lightening and thunder now I honestly say I sit back and wonder...if there's another side an added demension with doors and tables and angel conventions...I guess there's truth to living and dying...live with lambs and pass with the lions..I'm holding something for a springtime yardsale and I'm saving my memories to post my bail...I'm no weary inmate too tired to be free.. I've said my prayers, but not on my knees..I knew I should way more often but I still got some kick and I'm aware of the coffin.. R Ian Eldridge AKA EStatic.

	The Outpouring A tired miner with pocket full of gold..not a care in the world as he heads home...such a simple life so mundane...waltzing through life with a mahogany cane..no urge to discern life's tempting spice...but a knock at the door can scare the white off rice...now its there past his outstretched fingertips...tea from the orient the kind you like to sip...now when he's walking his legs don't move...he has rapid breathing never yielding to smooth...now when he's looking he really doesn't see..like lying in the woods staring up through the trees... he listens to his people although he doesn't hear....her voice echoes in his head like waves off the pier... she arrives in his thoughts in a sturdy palanquin..and tonight he's clothed in majestic that only fine tailors spin.... R Ian Eldridge AKA EStatic.

	The Pearl I've ascended too quickly from my dive and suffer from the bends, but within my wrinkled soaked hands I hold the clenched shell. I take my knife out and pry open my deep sea find. All the times I held my breath I was thinking of this moment, when the pearl of all pearls would reveal herself to me. And I would take my prize back to land as a keepsake, my most cherished of all. As I pry my heart keeps perfect time, providing the rhythm to my endeavor. With the shell now open she reveals herself, a perfect jewel. So perfect that I would no longer need to dive. I use the tip of my knife to precisely remove what I feel I deserve. The sun sparkles. The pearl is removed and falls from the edge of the boat. She sinks through the rays of light that only reach so far, before she disappears into the darkness which has served as her home. Only this time she is not protected by the shells and settles into the sand where she is unseen by the everyday characters in her life. Even if they do notice her they really don't see her beauty or the pain of her solitude. There she will wait until she feels safe. I gaze over the side of the boat and wonder why I didn't catch her before she fell too far deep. It was then I realized I needed to rest again for this was my last dive. Now as I walk the beach I scan every grain of sand hoping to see the pearl I lost. Wondering if she searches for the diver that freed her from the shell.R Ian Eldridge AKA EStatic.

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