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The Earth shook and divided, rising the above; where the waters crawl and reach the shores.
Mist evaporating in the sky, the rapids white - who simultaneously crashed in choreographic form, each by each, storm by angry storm; charged at the treading soldiers of the sea. Blissfully, fearfully, we lift our bodies submissively, to her command, bowing merciful to her authority. Make no false moves, she abides by no rules, a part of this weary World you must listen.

©2010 Hyde Rock

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Along The Shore

This is a sketch of a song I wrote back in 2008.
It is spoken by myself in a song that I'm collaborating on with Don Schiff.
All photographs & art are also created by me. Thanks for listening.
~ hYdE



ALONG THE SHORE

(My Place In This World)

"So many times I walked along the shore
On a sandy beach
The angry waters crashing (and)
The sun kissing it’s rapids
Blinding my sight

My feet embedded in the sand
Leaving a mark of where I’ve been
A small piece of history
Only for the waters to erase what is behind me
No one noticed but me

Sometimes I look back and don’t understand
Other times I’m glad for this
I pray for this
Wash, wash it all away

Funny thing about the ocean
It’s so powerful in strength
In scent, In sound, In sight
Even in taste
You don’t even have to touch it to notice any of those things
It surrounds you, and you become a part of it

The waters are seemingly endless
Looking upon it’s horizon
It encompasses so much of our world
Yet we take it for granted
Wash, wash me away

So I walk yet again
And sometimes I take steps back into my old
Thinking of it’s comfort
But fear it’s consequence
The waters keep changing, so why can’t I ?

Onward again, many journeys ahead
Many footsteps to lead my way
And I’m sure, many I will leave behind
That wherever it brings me
I’ll surely know then
My place in this world"

~ hYdE rOcK

Descending

"And the rapids rage against the shore. Beads of sand wrap around my feet and ankles, trapped in foam. The water rushes past me; I slowly descend into the sands. I feel my body being pulled as the waters wash back into the sea. I'm spinning, light-headed and smiling... unsure if I'm being moved or if it's an illusion; anticipating the next wave, and how far I'll descend before I'll want to escape..." ~ hYdE rOcK

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Spirits in Fete

"The winter wind blows across the sea, curving it's waves mightily. Ne'er does she sleep in the storm, always waiting for the glorious warmth; Where the gulls fly o'er and cast shadows on her sands, from the blue-green hues and across her beachland. Bring back the sun we patiently wait, where days are ever so long, as we embrace her with spirits in fete" ~ hYdE rOcK

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