A Pirate Hero's Home Run

The amber fluid from a long lost pirates age slices open the tightly woven net which holds together the tangled mash of words finally setting them free to cascade upon a digital canvas precisely where the poetic spirit requires them to float like granules of sand drifting too and fro in a violent orange surf above a snow white sandy shore as the echoing sounds of a piano sail high over the centerfield fence as our hero rounds seconds off the clock until his own demise ushers in a new era carrying with it dreams of a golden age that last but a fleeting minute only a year ago I was young and now I’m old floating along life’s tidal shifts carry me away as fast as the lilting notes of the bagpipes travel in the breezes of a long lost land in a big country and it’s a desperate way to look at someone who is still a child at heart who truly understands that life is God’s gift with an expiration date that is forever unknown to ancient pirates who sail the forbidden seas of our dreams and across silver screens taking us away from our mundane lives if only for moments to forget the troubles this world constantly throws at us until the day we pass onto the other side to run the bases with our hero’s and sail the eleven seas as immortal pirates in search of all the worlds treasures locked deep inside each and every one of us.

February, 2010