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Posted April 2, 2009 Share Posted April 2, 2009 hot sand a gauntlet of fire a beach by the rocks grey and black jutting out at sharp angles rocks against which the hopes I had get dashed a deep blue comes during the night an ocean of magnificence white swirls cresting waves it is low tide and I walk about the sand is hot and a gauntlet it is the day brings a deep green a threatening green in the ocean eating the occasional shell fish and bird I manage to live trapped on a beautiful island I never wanted to be on looking out at the most beautiful sea imaginable threatening though it may be so hard to relate no cause to fight for and I am alone there was a crab I couldn't kill and eat it was old and lame and I keep it and it's my pet and there is nowhere to go the most beautiful place I could imagine the place I never wanted to be in so free from all pain except one i am told to accept where I am and it's said it get's better and if it doesn't then it's only my fault so it's said but it's always there, and the island has a small area above where the rocks are and when the tide comes in and the waves crash at night i sit and I watch the beautiful moon i look out across sea and behold a beauty so clear and perfect only to be reminded during the day of the deep green the threatening green the shelf drops off away from the island and the water is very deep no land in sight occasionally boats pass by manned by people who know how to row the boat through that terrible green sea manned by people who have a boat because they were taught how to build one they never come close enough to catch sight of me though and now I am so hairy i would just as soon be mistaken for a beast if they ever saw me on that island but they can't get close enough to see me because it's not what they are interested in so I keep company by day with a gauntlet of fire and hot sand by night i keep the company of the moon and her elegance and the company of the dark blue and it's reassuring menace somehow i found water there and just enough shelter and just enough wood to make tools the driftwood comes in i have often tried to make a raft with spare driftwood i came close to succeeding a few days but no one taught me how to tie the knots that i need i only know what i see from other boats i see on the horizon during the day during the gauntlet of fire and the terrible green of the menacing sea such a wonderful view such a painful existence and I don't rightly know why i deserve such a fate but this fate is mine and i will never accept it and i know i will always fight it but i also know the chances of escaping on my own are slim i need a rescuer and even though i want that i don't understand people who don't feel that need i need to be taken off the island i can never die there but what is life without the humanity of others what is life without the comradery of others the love found in intimacy is what i really want an emotional teacher a mentor who doesn't want to keep me in the box the mirage fades in and out of view the illusion is there the hope for a rescuer and i can see it so clearly a long time ago a few men tried to help me get off the island but instead they along with people who where close but didn't really love me helped me to build an iron cage and i was put in the iron cage and i was submerged underneath the terrible green not far from the island in fact right by it near the shelf i thought i was going to drown in that cage and it truly was hell the men who built the cage for me and strapped me in it meant well the people who where close to me but didn't really love me meant well but such is life and i can no longer trust the men who would have taught me to make a boat for myself to stop looking for that rescuer and now i know that the people who were close never really cared about me they only cared about how i reflected them as the terrible green was vast and deep and full of threatening creatures so was their love shallow and meaningless they gave up so much for their cause they set sail in their submarine and every once in awhile i would visit the island only to be submerged next to it i could never be allowed to sit on it freely so up would come the submarine and the boatmakers would come and an iron cage would be made and i would be submerged next to the island until i drowned then i would be revived and drowned again but i spent most of the time before that island in a submarine of my own and i knew that submarine and spent time in that submarine and such is the difference between people in boats and people in submarines the people in boats don't understand the people in submarines and the people in submarines don't care much for the people in boats and once i escaped the fleet i managed to surface and now i sit on the island but it isn't really the island with the iron cage where i was submerged and the iron cage is nowhere in sight the mirage of a rescuer offering little comfort only the night brings comfort with the wind and the warm breeze the rain and the tumultuous seas sometimes calm and sometimes rough and now there it goes again i feel the spray of the ocean the salt settles on my face and it tastes sweet reminding me of the gift that the moon will always have for me the symbol of love the symbol of guidance the symbol of understanding and the day brings nothing no intimacy nothing but people i can't relate to people i can't understand people who are so distant the submariners are so ruthless and i am glad i am on an island that only looks like the one i was submerged next to from time to time in that iron cage it seems like the cage doesn't matter any more i never see the submariners and an elite crew they are going to depths never seen while the people on boats do what they do oblivious to what goes on in that terrible green and the submariners don't like the deep blue they only like that terrible green that hideous green the ruthless creatures it hides and the adventures they go on sometimes i wish i could make a boat and boat with the other people during the day and find a big island with lots of boaters i could go back to being a submariner and there are those that would understand but it's so ruthless and i have to be someone i am not and it's too bad the boatmakers the people that teach one how to make a boat failed me before it's so bad they failed me because i cannot trust them they would have another iron cage and this one i might never escape from so i will sit on my sand and my feet feel the fire by day my eyes behold the Terror of that hideous green by day and the embrace of the moon will cover me by night and i will marvel in her mysteries and learn the ways of her wisdom and then the universe fades and i behold she and i in each others' arms wrapped in the embrace of another dimension no more boaters no more submarines no more iron cage and no islands and there I am with Her and I go on a journey across the stars through time and dimensions i travel i become the Journeyman and i leave behind forever the boaters and their islands and the submariners and their cutthroat insincerity and i hold Her hand while i travel the stars only stopping to get supplies for the journey and reality becomes like the pages of a book they are all pages made of the same material but the arrangement of letters are different and now picking the dimensions that i want to visit i visit multiple worlds places no one could imagine no boaters or submariners and now i am free i need only my suit and my journey and one day i will build the suit and i will travel the stars and i will leave behind a race destined to destroy itself in savage hypocrisy and i will hold Her hand and i will travel and i will behold a face so beautiful that i must cry when i see it i will be the first journeyman and probably not the last and She won't rescue me and She won't guide me She will be a companion with me on that journey we will travel far and wide and see many places and she will step inside of me many times so many stars to see so many galaxies to behold so many pages to turn and each page has something different written on it than the page before i will journey through the pages of the cosmos and i will see what no one has seen and i will leave behind my island and will no longer see Her in the Sky i will hold her hand and i will travel and we will never die Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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