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Post by CAPTAIN on Jan 29, 2016 5:06:23 GMT
as i see the early light thru darkened dusk.feeling the morning sun upon me,rays of light shines thru a shimmering cloud.grey light turns to red then blue,the sea is brightening and warming from the heat and a warm salty spray.this feeling flows over me,as the water flows around thee.i feel a hot summer day is upon me.seeing a distant mirage and a new day beginning.tides are rising,the sea is moving,so it begins another day in the life,being there,seeing what is in sight.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Jan 29, 2016 5:22:25 GMT
some say the moaning,groaning and weeping you hear at sea.is the spirit of a new life being born at sea.my vessel, my mother,my ghost.i hear the sounds of a warning but it may be from the winds yearning.mother of all storms, mother of all reapers,maybe just the dope and the mind of a redeemer.save our souls and a lifeboat has risen,the water is perfect so drink to be forgiven.spiral tides with ebb and flow will always bring you to your home.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Jan 30, 2016 3:31:26 GMT
north wind howls against the swell in the gulfstream.lnland waters getting choppy from the gusty breeze.i see a foamer in the distant swell,take it on the bow and all will be well.flying fish fluttering their wings,skipping and floating in the wind so it seems.predators are lurking from the deep blue depths,searching for their next meal,hunting and feeding on what they catch next.the sea is full of life and alot we do not know,that is why their are the explorers with ambitions of cousteau.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Jan 30, 2016 4:10:17 GMT
blue grey mist,barely dusk before first light.a sudden pop of orange burst and the sun rises with life.on the far horizon the clouds begin to clear,a cool breeze will become gusty i fear.bells and sirens off in the distance,i can barely make them out,song created by water.confused and disoriented,i try to find the range with its direction,allens leslie playing to perfection.the hands of choppy seas,floating across the ivory slick and black keys,a wonderfully beautiful sound,calling out to thee.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Jan 31, 2016 3:16:12 GMT
dark grey ceiling and heavy misty air.oceans edge is a very lonely place.far in the distance a silhouette appears,a vision of a zombie in the fog so i may fear.molecrabs digging ever deeper.keeping their warmth gathered together.the water is oily glass and perfect like a mirror reflecting back to thee.the blue the grey the red black tall stilted bird,extending its wings ,dancing across the ruins of an old coquina pier.scanning thru the darkened mist,zombie coming closer and striding without resistance.on hilly sand,i have witnessed.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Feb 1, 2016 0:31:53 GMT
amplifier comes to life,tubes warming up becoming so bright.sounds of tones,highs thru lows and the check of tuning rightly so.a strum across the strings and a one foot on a gas peddle,midi comes to life and shows its strength.quadverb projects each note with warmth,artist flicks the whammy to bend the chord.so the set starts,audience is never bored,waiting in anticipation and wanting one more.guitar is white with parts missing it seems,no headstock and without tuning keys.looks like the moon thats made of swiss cheese.a berger by gibson they no longer make,scuttled with intention and left in a wake but buck has two and he shares it with all of you.wonderful music and a wonderful player,he is a master that no one can match.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Feb 4, 2016 2:58:19 GMT
two winds blow in opposite direction.sirens wale stirring predictions.get on your horse riding into the wind.fear no evil and expand your mind.speedwagon racing thru the valley of darkness.searching for lost souls drifting in a likeness.hearing the sounds of clock and water.very quiet now,listening harder.danger has passed all is well.sirens no longer tell the tale.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Feb 6, 2016 23:33:36 GMT
a lonely star traveling thru the night sky pulsing bright.traveling above the gravity with might.orbiting thru time and space.passing by the human race.2 aliens on the moon.looking back at earth without a zoom.wondering if they can make it back safe.surrounded by orange glowing plasma making a wake.ships of metal gray awaiting the arrival.in seas so high unfit for survival.a dangerous place this planet they say.just ask the aliens launched from a cape in may.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Feb 22, 2016 1:06:53 GMT
the star rises up from the morning horizon pulsing brightly and all alone.sheet glass water so perfect flat,not a broken ripple mirror calm.waves of the morning warmth worm across the distance surface like out of phase sound traveling thru time.distance is speed and time can space.variation will increase the pace.deviation then falling down drunk add more whiskey to the compass rose.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Feb 23, 2016 1:18:29 GMT
merky waters created by current and wind.species hide in the rock and sand.evil lurks in men and animal.searching for flesh blindly thru a thermal.sharks of 3 blue, white and lemon.finning,tailing crazed eyes of a demon.a hooded hidden face with hook and sickle,chaseing a grey shadow strikeing blows leaveing no ripple.capturing a gray ghost jn his suit harder than it seems,endless struggles with mind bending dreams.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Feb 27, 2016 0:47:36 GMT
man on another planet the alien.humans on earth just another human.looking in on a far away galaxy and traveling back in time.one never knows what there is to find.distant planets with many stars,extra terrestrial intelligence cant be far.just gaze at the moon. beyond there and even farther soon.searching telescope with peering eye.harvesting the universe and exploring the possibility of life far outside.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Mar 1, 2016 1:03:24 GMT
tears for a heart felt loss and forever the pain.broken strings no volume or gain.laying in a odd shape box. face up hollow holes empty and locked.never to be picked on,never to be tuned on.only one remains,so carry forward the vision in search of treaty secrets of big vinyl fame.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Mar 17, 2016 1:29:34 GMT
winds of march blowing with a southerly parch.sands of a distant island swirling,drifting, floating in disorder.friends of old,friends of new gather in place being bolder.tides of march,tides of may.transition in an april way.higher highs,lower lows,the winds consistantly flow. sun rising in a higher rotation.the feeling is warmer without hesitation.water flowing home to a new destination.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Apr 9, 2016 1:07:01 GMT
burning star rising bringing light.four winds blow ever so lite.on the waters edge foaming with salty brine.cool and wet gritty with sands of time.sky bright blue not a cloud in the sky.so clear to the horizon telescope being eyed.no haze no glare.to nice of a scene not to share.rotation of a planet brings a new day.i can not leave so i will stay.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Apr 17, 2016 1:37:24 GMT
ghost crab,ghost shrimp,ghost rider silhouette in a wave.green grass, blue sky and tides running high.forever we sing my ding a ling.
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