a trip to dover beach and what i heard (and saw):

the sea is raging
stepping away from my car
i was wrong and should of known
all along
listen! the grating roar of the pebbles
the ebb and flow of tide
followed by sounds of silence
the sea is now calm tonite (thank you reality)

sophocles was reminded of misery
matthew arnold of faith
into my mind the turbid flow brings silence
still no peace no beauty no desire
no intensity no connections no clubs
no hair cuts or latest fashions (or talks on a cell phone)
so let us be true and honest to one another of
the world which lays before us
like a land of dreams
because reality has calmed misery and hope and
dreams and desire etching before us a scene
i try to capture for you

and here we are now
overlooking the beach of activity
where life is held captive and veils hang over
your fantasy filled eyes (which fill nothing, may i remind you)
not even the ocean or the granduer of
the breath of life so various
so beautiful so new
can exist here but will combat
swept with confused alarms of struggle
where ignorant armies clash by day
and even more by night.