The loneliest Beach

The black night is silent
The smoke of the burning trails acrid in the air
Dogs and sure they're cute
Sure they look as all dogs do
But there's an otherness here

The white white sand
So whitened in pictures is as black as volcanoes
And the shore laps our feet in mud

The rich colours of smiles
White tiger teeth glowing through
Grit and poverty
Walls of broken rocks speak
Of attempts at something unwanted

The earth and air speaks of a reluctance
Waiters purse there large brown lips
Girls cast their eyes out out across the sea
Somewhere that is the loneliest and untouched of islands
Somewhere in there families memory

There are few street here
There is little
So little sound and yet
Sitting on the patios below the banana leaf roof
Feels like rebellion
feels like some ancient war might begin
So silent the start of a battle
The edge of the knife
But the waters continues to lap gently
And all remains hidden and cheated
In the moist air of the night

The absence of me

The absence of me
Is an assault on my way of living
The presence of the foreign
Is so common and yet frightening
With each passing breath
I am nearer to isolation
Will I too be lost in the gray wilderness?

Difference is an unavoidable fact
so much as we are all composed
Of meat and water
So too is each of us posessed
Of such radically divergent
Ideology

To be lost is to exist
One man longs for his tracks to intersect
Seeks to have his feet rooted and grounded
One man seeks to tear it all asunder
To wander aimlessly among stars and unknown celestial bodies

I Behold the mystery before me
The stars to me are comprehensible
But what of she that sits across from me
That is a landscape i can never pierce
The only hope is that perhaps in some fundamental way we are the same

What would the world look like if we were defined by the shapes and ideas of our minds
The truth is we are as close as separate dimensions
Each of us occupies our own universe
Each has their own meaning

The absence of me
Is the only thing I'm not ready for