There is no cramp in all these things
All these things and the stuff that
fills your eyes with comfort and
pleasure for the having of them.
Curios of life’s adventures and
thrift shop finds and antique malls
and garage sale treasures.
Family heirlooms with history
made to be seen for the stories they tell
Somethings fill that void of wanting
Even in the no feel of want or notice of void
Sippy the coffee… Here’s where this is going….
It’s the great Show n’ Tell of a pirates quest
Dug up n’ scavenged from someone else’s chest
Pulled right out of their heart for the take
and the story that is now mine for the telling
And who doesn’t like a good story from the heart
told with a peg leg, a parrot, and blind eye?
This Pirate doesn’t live in sparse, or the let go,
or the relinquish of treasure beneath the sand
castle with the tide coming in on time
I see perfectly and only walk with a lilt.
I wear my hat at a rakish angle and
I let that parrot free long ago
The ocean air is mine to breathe
And I sail my ship no matter
the way of the wind
I like my bounty and I share it.
And like any good pirate with an
‘argh’ and straight shot of white lightnin’
I revel in the quest and the find
The ‘x’ marks the spot right there
The shown n’ tell of the sharing
Finding the heart of the matter
in the doubloon of your soul
cause my friend if you don’t want it
I just might or I find someone that does
I’m here for the story and the things
pretty on the eyes, and the quest
of an old Pirate who finds pleasure
in other’s fading stories worth a
bounty full of treasure