Maiden cast into the deep

The crumbling pages of thought that has lived and died by the sea. The same sea that yearns to be love, but is loathed in return.
The sea of the dying or the dead where thoughts are bourne into but are cast among the turbulent waves.
O cry my wind swept cliffs, for how many maidens has your depths claimed?
How many lives has been on your slate?
How many plummet into the depths of your foamy feet?
Yet you are innocent.
You are the innocent child of the marriage of the sea and the shore, you are the cliff.
A silent testiment to the eternal prejudice of thoughts that would never climb your peak.
You are the unwitting accomplice to the murder of thought, and that is your punishment.
You will kill those that seek comfort in your shelter.
Your secure harbour will be the jagged tombs of those that cling to you.
I do not blame you for stitching your eyes and mouth shut.
To shun out the eternal kiss of the new sun, as voices of the fallen are cast at your bloodied feet.
Your mother is unforgiving.
Your father is deaf.
And you are the silent epiphany of those that choose to fall from the rocks to the sea.

God, i ask for a book...

I ask God for a book, if anything else, for a book. One that has wings that soar, to fly me away, from this torment of dread, I need to fly and see the world.
I am fire, a sprite of the restless, i cannot be contained, yet here i am, imprisoned in my own dying head, the mind of one that has forgotten magic, yet i yearn to be free.
To yearn is magic, to seek for what is beyond what i see, i am compeld to be free, i cannot rest, or settle, that is for the earth, i am the consuming fire of desire, i am restless and never at ease, that is my torment.
I cannot be happy with achievment as much as i am with achieving, winning is just the afterthought of getting to where i stand. That, is my eternal torment.
God i ask for a book, one that never ends, one that soars beyond the horizon, but never leaves my side, God i ask for a book, if anything else, one that has a leather bound cover, one that has been in the hands of another, and let me, i pray oh loving Father, please, live me an adventure I could only dream.