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[title] => Waters of Life
[time] => 2008-04-05 11:59:51
[hometext] => As one soul rises, so another must fall, and the waters of humanity begin to boil hotter and hotter
[bodytext] => Into the tempest sea of life we’re tossed as if flung by the hands of some ungrateful father we’re plunged, kicking and screaming, into the insanity below. Above us is a peaceful dream world a place that we, as mortals, can never hope to reach but all around us and beyond us is a sea of confusion a mass of anger and a cloud of self-pity all of which we created all of which came from our own hearts and our own darkened humanity As time goes on we learn the ebb and flow of the insanity that surrounds us. Like a leaf in the water, we ride the waves of our struggles without direction or understanding just the happiness of knowing we live in the shadow of a perfect world not far beyond. We, for a while, are unsinkable unbreakable and perhaps even infallible as we shift across the dingy-gray tears that humanity has so kindly cried at our feet. But it’s never long before the storm clouds gather and mask the perfect world we once adored. It’s then the seas begin to bubble and leap in a vain attempt to reach the shrouded heavens. As one soul rises, so another must fall and the waters of humanity begin to boil hotter and hotter first with excitement, and then with rage. Rage at the Gods for shrouding the dream world. Rage at those who leap higher. Rage at ourselves for keeping the water boiling. And rage at a species that cannibalizes it’s own soul to survive But as the hope dies off so is lost the fuel to keep the sea of tears boiling. An eerie calm creeps over the gray waters and though the sky remains storm-cloud black not a soul moves to reach it. The water of life is as still as a graveyard only flowing forward at the order of father time. It’s the kind of place where insects lay their eggs and snakes come to make their home. But though they bring nothing but fifth and disease to those around them they are always greeted warmly by the stale waters of life But in just a few short seconds, it’s over. Just a short plunge over an invisible precipice. The water never fights its fate nor makes any attempt to reverse its course. It just bubbles briefly as the realization sets in and disappears into the mist below perhaps to run the same course again or perhaps to just disappear forever. But regardless of what lies beyond as each tear falls through the air for those few precious moments It, for the first time, touches the kingdom above it so craved and briefly breaks free from the insanity and misery that had surrounded it for so long. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 21 [informant] => MajesticPoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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