Poetry: "Freedom", "Coffee Shop", "Gulf Coast Blues", and "Waves"

Freedom. I sit alone in this somber reality Surrounded by the walls constructed around me. Such a dark place I feel morbid and lifeless. I tear down these walls The light shines so much stronger It shines through me, Penetrates this place. An escape is what I need My vision of the calm breeze of sweet serenity Flying swiftly through the trees Lets me bleed free, free from all that surrounds me. I tear down …

…roadside sunset at the beach, Something special to remember A sunset you could never see in December. The breeze off the water was wet that day. I remember thinking about the rain. There was only one cloud in the sky that day. The ironic thing was that the storm still came. Waves. California summer, Pumpin' South Pacific Soothing pleasure under blue cover. The ocean's jungle is ours to ride... A glassy tube at morning's tide.