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Dec 30, 2004
Oceans, rivers, lakes and streams
Harboring multitudes of life forms, most unseen,
Far below the watery depths
Hidden and hiding, swimming and riding
Currents of time, timeless ebb of tide,
Waiting for Godot, as minutiae of flecks
Create fusion of matter
That becomes a nether blur
Only to disappear as ever or never
To exist. Is it being part of one whole or
Does ego go the way of self-proclamation,
Where the illusion of universe
Will one day collide, on earth as
Asteroids hurling through space,
Can only be concerned with gravitational pull,
Sounds of screaming silence,
And where to find a final resting place,
As if madness has no beginning
Or end. Specks of sand equal the
Eons of time, which is constant,
Not linear as we learn to adjust
Our perspective across the horizon
Of where I am,
Or is it just rambling along
In rhythmic time to the heartbeat
Of a mournful whale's cry
Echoing the length and breadth
To do or die. Mother Earth and Father Sky,
Your gift of life has lost me
Amidst the rabble and rubble
And scourge of man
Seeking to survive, as if power,
Wealth or fame marks
Any meaning of a lifetime,
As one flops and flounders, in a fetal position
Or crawls, cries and ponders where
To wander. Yet of cosmic nature
More powerful than an ordinary mind can grasp
We learn to accept the what,
In faith and trust we don't ask why
And we mourn the number of who
As faces one by one pass by,
Hoping for another way to bid goodbye,
Before that one last breath
We share in a moment's gasp of air
All knowing. Thunderous lament and torrential tears
Paralyze the breast with numbness,
Without care of reason,
Rhyme, or sunlit seasons,
Nor sense of gravity filled with majesty
As we begin again
To let go and release
That which was never ours,
Only borrowed momentarily
In brief. Hands we hold alone in prayer
Perhaps to one another or no one there,
Watching from another place,
Speechless with deafening sounds of silence
Drowning in a cacophony of
Soulless grace,
Through ancient prophecy
By stars, Celtic runes, or Mayan calendars
Unlocked in open secret, only read in spirals
Of DNA. The greatest or the worst, certainly not the first,
We come to recall and remember
That which is meant to be,
As today was only yesterday,
When tomorrow spawned
No hint of warning
Except to animals, who know how to listen
And follow the basic instinct
In search for food, shelter, and
basic living. Brothers, Sisters, as we all are one,
Yet each alone in thought
Seeking one word of favorite song
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In response to Re: Nice posted by JKAMINIS:
My attitude toward aging is: "If it hurts, joke about it. Then, it won't hurt so much." ...
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In response to Nice posted by humorous_sage:
Thank YOU Mr. Lefevre! One is oftentimes rendered speechless when overcome with emotion o ...
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You have a nice feel for expressing yourself in poetry. Although your topic involves aging, it appears that you don't plan to grow old despite having a long and fruitful lifespan. ...
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