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[bodytext] => UP To be alive and not living or... living but not alive just sluicing forward and backward between these stalls and walls within our minds floating upon a sea of whimsical ebb and drift a ship lost upon the ghosts of present and past soon to run aground to hit bottom. The call comes to abandon the tread. There is no more for nor aft just a silent screaming "its time to slip ship!" to sink slowly beneath the sanguinary sea and I believe... I believe it to release a trove of misery treasured about my heart with the bubbles of my breath passing like treasured pearls reflecting dreams I///'///ve lost. So I choke them down into a deathly peaceful dream but they fail to sink... They can not be buried beside me. Why I must ask Why did I hold that last breath and escape the big sleep? Did I see that up was all there was left? Then what about before when you first laid your bow upon this tumultuous sea? Yes, there is always deeper... there is always down Upon the bottom there is mud and deeper still there is more Up? That takes time. First you must wallow in the mud. You can not pull up one foot without sinking the other but without struggle there is no up... You can not decide one day to float to the surface like some pearly dream and magically resurface No... to believe in such ease of faith alone is myth... It is to sharpen your shovel against the stone that lays always before you. Is there an up? If you did not see the bubbles Then I guess you were not paying attention. It just takes time. Such pearls can be treasures worth chasing. Why not? Since the other choice is down but first you gotta learn. You can not get anywhere if you can///'///t swim you must always tread cause even there///'///s an up there is always down. I made that mistake once... Seems I did not learn but its much more than that much, much more... You have to learn which bubbles to choose. The largest of bubbles smile back upon you ...seductively with quicksilver reflections of promise. but often those bubbles are not pearls at all they just contain the most hot air ready to burst and scorch you. Heck, why pick up a coal from the fire with your bare hand? It may not burn at first but eventually it will. No... It is the humblest of pearls that contain the most precious of dreams they breath life into the heart of a man and remove such bitter loneliness. It is treasures such as these which can not be buried It is where down is no longer so deep that you can not swim back up. --wheels-- [comments] => 1 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 21 [informant] => wheels [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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