Leonard Moray Collective

                               Beneath the Surface

 

I took a walk

To the sea and

The waves in the ocean

Called unto me.

 

A place of peace, my escape, the sounds of the sea,
Swimming across the stones,
Quieten the thoughts that plague my mind,
My wish to run from this reality.

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Dark months spent marking time
Idle shop fronts hide an underbelly
A warm melodic glow invites us in
United good cheer feels sublime.

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Infrastructure needed for st leonards on sea,
more employers not destroyers to create work em-path-y.
Good reliable service on trains needed here,
to travel far flung places much unlike here.
In bottle alley its stella or meth,
that leads to the spiral of mental health-ness.

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It’s a cold dark place on the coast
If you’re homeless then ya toast
In the summer you roast

With no where to hide everyone’s out enjoying the vibe.

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Mind you delight in the ever changing sounds and sights of the crashing waves of the pebble beach!
Yet you turn to view the battered and weathered houses, and the people strolling the promenade,

and you are deluded by a sense of permanence!
Oh mind embrace uncertainty..

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Sea side town...
the humdrum of gambling machines
and sweet sickly smells of candy floss
seagulls plump on chips and debris from the fishing boats

Fascination lurks
as I remember scenes from childhood
three-penny bits in slot machines
drunken brawls on pier heads
and bikers showing off their revs

Nothing quiet about a sea side town
except the winter shutters
closing down from the storms
it all takes a back seat, for now

Still those fish pies and sodden socks
keep calling me back to the home fire
till morning breaks and I run that coast line
me and my dog,
always stepping back
a moment
in time.

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Hastings is the best
friends and neighbours, this Dirty Old Town, a kind smile on it's face
coast, volunteers, hills, charity, innovators, art, skilled crafty people
this town tells me my mind is at rest.

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Listening to the waves crash whilst I read,

My mind winding down,

A season worked on a rusty pier in a southern seaside town.

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A pebble on Long Rock beach
What's this l spy on the shoreline?
Two mishapen pebbles pink and cream
I pick them up and make one mine
The other a gift for friend Freda to help her dream.

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I lose her in the angry coastal storm,
From seasons fair I see it approaching.
Too much detail except in her actions,
Bipolar separating from the norm

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She turns to the sea in her fear and her pain
She turns to the sea once again
She turns to the sea, feel the rhythm, rhythm
Flowing inside again

 

I'm on the outside trying to look in,
Into the soul of a loved one
Who bears all the agony, torture and pain
If only he knew, he causes me the very same!

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Don't fret, i think, as the mist rolls in
closing over the bay's bright harbour
swallowing the beach, gulls' cries, and clouds
while its isolation folds me in

 

The wind-blasted sea has moved beach to street
And revolving doors of a department store whirl amok
If the world is so unstable, why should I care
if my mind wanders homeless like my feet?

 

I move silently in my darkness
beneath long shadows of buildings.
I stop, perplexed and hesitate
weighed down by a cloud of sadness.

 

I’m not quite ready to find myself cradled in your embrace,

But, I’m here to greet you anyway.

With hope, that you may grow warmer throughout the day.

It’s still a bit cold and it takes some getting used to-that feeling of wanting to push you away.

My eyes glance unseeing but for grey
black or white images, shapes blur
indistinct people pass, I struggle
simply getting over each day.

 

How the waves keep coming on the land from the sea!

As I break inside, they still calm me.

Align my breathing with their rhythm you say?

Holding onto hope for another day.

Free inside

 

The ocean is big like our world

Wild like lions

Blue as the sky

Beautiful as flowers.

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The sea is such a wonder, it whispers and it waves..

It Even has its highs and lows and sometimes misbehaves..

I can look at it for hours, losing myself there

Wishing all us humans would just handle it with care....

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My mind it it seeks through dreams galore
The waves so still yet tempests roar
My heart so cold a stone once more
Just a pebble on the shore.

Let me hear the sea, waves crashing
sea gulls, pebbles sizzling on the shore
feel the coolness of sand, smooth a rock
let me see a bright sun shining.

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What a beautiful ocean we have

The hard roaring of the waves expresses its' beauty

The blue water makes us alive

The waves in the sea travel in different shapes.

Oh, I love my ocean.

 

A thousand worries dissipate as pebbles crunch beneath my feet,

Each one shifting ever moving certainty

adjusting adapting constantly requiring more energy

I bob I float baggage washed away the sea again awakens me

I see the soft green curves of hillside
so climb the headland. The darkness
slowly fades, my body and mind soothed
unravelling like the incoming tide.

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Ocean you look so blue

I can see a creature in you

Yes, the creature I see is a dolphin

Spraying water from you.

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Me and the ocean,
Lungs heavy with salt and mind marvelled with the taste of the sea
The sounds of my steps oppressed by the mighty sound of the waves,
That's how nature teaches us how small and alive we are.

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The sea crashes into cold harbour shore with it’s strong and secretive waves,

A man watches from a bedroom window.

Yesterday the waves were so calm and peaceful, and today so fierce.

This man has the sea within him.

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La mer, notre mère, into her I dive,
Her rhythmic whoosh
Soothes me,
Reminds me I’m alive.

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My heart travels along with the ocean breeze,

To every shore, every corner and to everyone in need.

One wish only I whisper to the nymphs of the sea,

Cleanse their troubles, bring them comfort and let them be free.

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Seventh wave smashes at depression
second stills the breath
fifth calms voices in the head
first protects against regression.

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Sitting on sea side makes me feel very light,

My thoughts take a deep dive & my spirit catches a prayerful flight,

I just think to drown Corona In deep blues of the sea & sing..

Corona, Corona..O Monster Corona!

Let flourish humans, flora & fauna..

The World bids you -Goodbye & rexona..

Corona Corona sink deep in the sea & go na..

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There isn’t a soul to be seen

The sea looks incredibly clean

And calm, near dead flat, so I’ll put on my hat

Dive in, and emerge quite serene

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Nothing is real.Your soul knows the truth...

Look at the water and look at the Moon...

See in the future and ask for the key

Nothing is real...It's not what you see

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