Heads are flying, people dying
Cannonballs that crush through flesh
Sails full mast, rigging crying
Piracy is an oath to death.

Sultry powder, sparks ignite
Torn up muscles ache inside
Bullets burrow into sides
One moment alive; the next, he dies.

Glamor lost in cracked up bone
Gangrene sets in broken skin
Honor rots in black sea foam
For golden coins and welcomed sin.

T’is not the gleaming thing we thought
Swashbuckling adventure lived and fought
The truth of criminals at sea with swords
Is as dark as men with guns ashore.

Corrupting Thoughts

Considering past, debating then and ignoring present.

Our minds give way to sinuous creations that happened not; therefore cannot be.

Imagining darknesses uncomitted and visualizing scenes unpleasant,

we steal from the now to supplant shadowy dreams.


The light of today glances down on blind eyes,

laughter from next door finds no home here and dies.

Trapped in the yesterday, what could have been,

on how things could have gone foul our time is spent.