Quick, quick, up on the bell,
Blue sky, slight breeze sail off today could tell,
Calm sea, good sight and spirit today I feel is right,
Undo bow line and stern line as I sail from land out if sight,
Nine knots, good, fast be careful not to turn turtle,
We head for a new land, new people be careful,
As swift as a gull and free as a dolphin, sped fast,
Then nine hours of labour later, green grey land at last,
I sail into harbour , heart and mind with relief,
As I moor with hands on the jetty, they ponder in belief,
I come as a friend, and deliver a message,
All is well in the world today and thanks to a safe passage.
Rod, Seaside tenant
Hey there Muslim lady, he promised he would rock your world.
What a let down, through that phone line, legs intertwined, souls blushed, banter in those velvet cushions.
He got me, the last stop. I was fine, why did you come and shake up my world.
Hey there Muslim man, I was such a fan, ADHD you are, so far.
We planned, we prepared, future mapped out there.
Fear holding your arms back, wrapped in ego, to control and humiliate me, not intentionally.
Now here I am, on video fighting back the tears, questioning my own judgment.
How quickly I bounce back, placing you in the figment of my imagination. Another disappointment, what a cruel world, I am war, I am peace, I am confusion, I am the shit.
You were caught in the rhythm of my unique self, I am a geek, brilliance in mind, heart and a fearless trogon. Every inch you absorbed of my mental capabilities, my sexual energy, my conservative innuendos.
Through that long international cable, I was able to be my whole self, for once.
Why do I always have to be strong? When will this be it? You fit me intellectually like a glove, you were just right for me.
Can we experience this twice in a lifetime, possibly, should I be grateful for once, hell no!
I want this now!
Melanie, Seaside tenant
