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[sid] => 158879
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Swim Through the World
[time] => 2010-04-12 19:38:54
[hometext] => My view of what the world has come to be
[bodytext] => I swam. I swam and the muscles are screaming. Screaming like a horse engulfed in a flame too great for space to keep within its loving embraceful arms. Where this train leads my fall is not mine to decide. I swam, through an ocean as deep as a universe filled with nothing, much like our own. The stars that surround our slowly dying planet of souls, as we revolve them on their own axis, a galaxy of revolution. I swam, through a storm of thunder. It struck at the heart of my heart deep within, leaving me breathless, without a care or worry of the shifting sands that own time. A pouring relentless rain floods all that is real and discreet for the secret is now made publicly aware of its own self awareness. An all knowing all loving dimension to cradle us in its filth along with the rest of the dying population. Not to be confused with letting the past live, but letting the future endure as painless as possible. The now is nothing, and the then is everything so much now that if it were a rose it would surly wither and die leaving nothing but a stem and dead petals. The ground is soiled from the rain and the dirt is now mud, more ***** for the race of man to trudge through in a waking hour of sleepless dreams. I am happy swimming. The time has stopped in such a place, that the beat of every man and women’s heart has grown cold right along with it. How a black hole steals light from the withering rose petals laying dead in the muddy soil. The soil is now concrete, resenting itself from a cracking line of perspective riddled with imperfections. And with my army of drifting seeds, I spread my wealth to repopulate in fields of death, as precious as the last standing tree, at the end of the world. Tall and unbending to the forces of wind that carry me, resolute rebirth of life. The world is now quiet, still, and colorless. The formula is complete and we begin a new cycle. We do it alone and together as one. Teaching the truth about a lie we all live, every single day of our existence, till the day we die, and lay with the rose. A single lonely flower. That flower left lonely at the summit of an eternal mountain. I will resist the call of the merciful beast until my voice returns beckoning me into the most peaceful sleep. One of which I believe I would never like to wake up from. Whereas the bed on which I rest my aching arms seems suspended among a cloud formed of needles. A dark shadow passes over the world of the living and blinds every eye from that in which it cannot see. Permanently sealing the guarded door through which a manifestation of pain nurses its own destruction. A joyous stroll through the valley of not death, but damnation and suffering. A reticulum of shrouded memories that haunts the present and poisons every thought as it passes through my psyche, into my ability to remember specific details. A poison of which the only antidote is quite possibly love, or an understanding of. But if I've loved one, then I've loved all. And if one loves me, revealed to my heart they are not. The average story of a life denied nothing, and a love denied everything. There are no right words to say when you feel love is taking its toll. Taking the best of all things considered. The life that was riddled with materialistic need is beginning to fade. Fading into the black like a candle frightened by its own illumination. I am swimming yet again, yet this time through pain. I am swimming through broken glass and as I witness desperate glimpses of my reflection among every shattered piece, I feel nothing. Hopelessness swarms into my field of intellectual nightmares. All is dark now. There is no more light. A fairy tale dies and reality now feels lonely, mourning its counterpart companion. Between heaven and hell, the middle ground earth, seems so undecided it’s almost sinister. An evil and treacherous relapse into the coma that has guarded life’s sanity until there is nothing more to give from the empty and exhausted wealth. Return, return and learn a lesson fought to be provided to. Stare into the blank abyss that insists on laying waste to eternities of hard work and meaningless sacrifice. Forward me my redemption so in this final day, when all is still and no soul can adverse my journey searching for happiness, I can live. I want to live. If it means I must swim these treacherous waters, so be it.
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