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Transition

How do you move
From one lifestyle to another way
What do you have to prove
Or who do you have to betray

Leaving your loved ones
Moving far away
Tired of the reruns
Satisfied to exit the fray

To most of us
The little things do not matter
But I cannot handle the fuss
All the unnecessary chatter

I hate the escalation of the mundane
It drives me nuts
And it hurts my brain
To live continually in a rut

So how do you escape
From this routine
Wanting to create a new shape
Without making a scene

Pray to God
Ask for direction
This is not odd
A way of injection

Create a vision
Let people know
Helps them envision
Your plan so it can grow

Grow on their minds
Not a great surprise
When I chase the winds
And say my goodbyes

What is success
How does that look
Write it down to reduce stress
Use a one dollar composition book

Write your thoughts
In this journal
Connect the dots
A commitment eternal
Read it periodically
Change it if needed
A true methodically
Success will be seeded

Payoff your debts
Have no liabilities
Easy as it gets
Increasing the possibilities

Possibilities to leave
With no restrictions
A grand reprieve
From regular convictions

Automate your finances
Depositing checks and paying bills
No reason to take chances
Create and update your wills

Fulfill your obligations
Tidy up your affairs
Mend your relations
Expend a few tears

Plan a period of months not days
To transition to your new world
A cautious journey pays
Your new life will unfurl

Unfurl in bits and pieces
Taking systematic actions
Success increases
Through these transactions

Create an exit plan
How do I get out
If crap hits the fan
And I have my doubt

Can I do it
Living on a boat
If I need to quit
Just read my notes

Follow your instructions
Knowing how to leave
Removing all obstructions
Not hard to unweave

Return to drydock on solid land
The life forgotten
Not what y0u had planned
You life will not be rotten

Appreciate that you tried
To live in a unique fashion
You did not backslide
Trying to enjoy a childhood passion

You took a trek
And you gave it a shot
What the heck
Not what you thought

But why this defeatist attitude
You have planned and trained
So do not unnecessary conclude
You will crack under the strain

God is in control
That is why you prayed
He owns your soul
So do not be afraid

God will communicate
If He disagrees
God is your mate
So be at ease

You have ignored God before
You know his wrath
You understand God more and more
You will not stray from His path

Go with assurance
A grand expedition
You have secular insurance
And divine permission

Enjoy and treasure
Toast and celebrate
This extraordinary pleasure
Sailing is your fate

Sailing Tourist

sailboat during golden hour
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Sailing Tourist

I want to sail and tour
The Caribbean and Bahamas
With a tourist brochure
And no frustrating dramas

On the sea or land
Enjoying the sights
Basking in the sand
Or climbing to the heights

Snorkeling and swimming
Catching a lobster or crap
Watching the sunlight dimming
Let me summarize and recap

Sailing from key to key
Anchoring in a safe place
Where you feel free
Free of the rat race

Not chasing time
No timetables or plans
Life with a simple rhyme
Celebrate and clap your hands

What an exciting adventure
Peaceful and serene
A promising venture
And a natural dopamine

Simply your life
Go with the flow
Throw away the strife
Enjoy God and his show

The mesmerizing waves
The tranquil blue shades
The spectacular underwater caves
The local peoples and their trades

Plenty to see
And things to do
Let it all agree
Just take a knee

Praise our Savior and  Lord
Thank you for forgiveness and grace
We will never be bored
Sailing and seeking your face

Beginning to Sail

I learned to sail
On a little lake
Bring on the gale
A piece of cake

We flipped
And turned
We whipped
And learned

How to sail close reach
How to right our boat
How to run up on the beach
How to sit and float

Not terribly hard
But full of fun
In our backyard
And in the sun

Friends would ride
Along with my dog
Jumping from side to side
Just like a frog

Intentionally capsizing
And driving me mad
There was no compromising
They were annoying and bad

I wanted to cruise
They wanted to tip
I would always lose
But it was my ship

A little Laser
Chasing about
A hell raiser
Fun no doubt

We were young
And it was thrilling
I was stung
Sailing was fulfilling

I was mesmerized and hooked
The rest of my life and forever more
A skill many have overlooked
I always miss when ashore

The sheets full of the wind
The boat rocking up and down
Throughout history of mankind
Sailors of old necessary playground

To travel and trade
They would navigate
And they were not afraid
It was their fate

We are tourist
On our vessels
Not real purist
We hide in nestles

Where it is secure
Until the bad weather passes
We are not on a timetable tour
Creeping about like molasses

Enjoying the swim
Fishing and eating
Everything a whim
Not competing

Enjoying life
Sailing about
No mayhem or strife
Sailing the best route

Praise on my lips
Salute to sailors of old
And their necessary trips
They were brave and bold

Autopilot

Unbelievable
The ease to steer
Not conceivable
Great cheer

As a kid
Had to pay attention
Easy to slid
Much tension

Holding the tiller
Left then right
A thriller
And a fight

Trying to stay on course
The current and wind
A tremendous force
What a grind

Look at the compass
Keep the heading
I am no Columbus
Can be upsetting

But with the autopilot
Push a button
Sails through an eyelet
No longer a shut in

I can leave the cockpit
To set the sails
To get coffee
To take a piss

How fantastic
To set the heading
And feel a bit sarcastic
In this wedding

Am I sailing
Or cheating
Or failing
Not competing

As sailors of old
Fighting the sea
Brave and bold
Fiesty and gutsy
But why
Why do I care
Let me clarify
And share

I am free
To enjoy the ride
Not tied to a tree
Sailing is glorified

Sailing from point a to b
Sailing and enjoying
Enjoyment is the reality
Technology deploying

More leisure
To enjoy the trip
Autopilot is a treasure
To sail the ship

What if life
Could be automatically set
Reducing our strife
Hard work and sweat

Could we enjoy a more leisurely path
Or would we squander our time
More evil and wrath
Crime and a more challenging climb

Idle hands lead to trouble
Watch our society
Where problems double
And so does anxiety

The same on a boat
If you get lazy
You might not stay afloat
How crazy

Technology is to make life better
Ends in making it tougher
We missed the newsletter
Technology is a buffer

Separating us from the turmoil
Of a mundane existence
Not to pamper and spoil
But to help us reduce resistance

Use your wit
Technology is good
But do not quit
Do as you should

Sharks

My first shark
I was very young
It was ugly and dark
I bit my tongue

Five years old
It was moving through the waves
The shark was very bold
I began digging our graves

Circling the sailboat
I was petrified
Leave was my vote
I cried and cried

I was scared
Watching the shark swim
And it stared
Would I lose a limb

They made me climb aboard
Crossing the dock
A gigantic fjord
I was in shock

What if I fell in
Would I die
I saw the gray fin
Just stay dry

Stay in the cockpit
Cowarding there
Keep your wit
Stay on guard and beware

You are the smallest
Very vulnerable
The shark would not eat the tallest
Would my body be recoverable

We sailed around
I constantly worried
I did not fear that I would drown
But where would I be buried

When the shark ate me
My little body buried
Maybe at sea
Never married

We made it to shore
I never saw the shark again
But there was more
I carried this pain

My entire life
Sharks were in my thoughts
Causing me much strife
Let me connect the dots

I lived on the ocean
Swimming in the ocean
Sailing on the ocean
Snorkeling on the ocean

But I have never say another
Until my son caught one
Maybe a kindred brother
But this one was done

The shark made the grill
Tasting very good
I had my fill
A long journey from childhood

In these many years
A second encounter
My lucky stars
Better than a flounder

All those many frets
Will I get eaten
So much stress
I had been beaten

I learned a truth
Late but true
I am long in the tooth
But here is a clue

Worry about what you can see
And what makes sense
Easier to fall from a tree
Or run into a fence