River

hate hate hate, fate.

Splurge, splish splash, splish splash.

The coffee is done brewing,

going into the same mugs

The wax has melted, 

sliding down the same candles,

It's raining, falling down the same window,

and I have the same mind, the one I can't find.

Maybe in the next world, you'll be mine.

I have too much space around me.

Who can fight this space? I can't even

fall into it, and I don't know where I'll fall,

if I do. 

Has light found all light? The light in

me is willing to fight, the fight in me is willing 

to be light. It travels at the speed of light,

where is my light?

 Night might win, 

Win me, night.

Is there something light avoids, 

 taking my next breath

I'll wonder if

I'm exhaling light or darkness.

I may be a rock

, they don't ever move,

 although 

they are eternal. 

I am a river,swift above,

stone internal.

You are a river, 

they don't stop, even when

the sun's shining. 

You are a river,

you take any creature

that comes to die.

Their only dying place,

flowing tomb

I don't want to merely die

I don't want to search for my killer. 

You give them a sudden but

sure death,

that seems like truth,

letting them finally die

in the mouth of all. 

You are a river

drifting down swiftly,

seeming so free

because you keep going.

You will keep going forever, 

even though you're still there. 

You don't care what comes, 

you'll just take what's done. 

I can't come to you,

I didn't just see you, 

I have known you, always.

Only mortals hope to

meet themselves in another self, 

but they have to be gods first.

Two gods looking at each other,

what happens?

How can a god meet a god?

A god doesn't have to meet anybody.

Hopeless, utterly hopeless,

to know this

 is to know

we are gods. 

You'll never end, river

you'll always be, river

show me how to die,

but rivers don't try

you can't ever live,

yet you are forever. 

Reviews

[Aethereal]

For each of us, Fate contains an infinite number of sequential outcomes, a flowing Karmic River of Mystery, a cornucopia of adventure and conscious passion. Some rivers embrace each other time and time again as soul mates. The enigma of immortal Consciousness is thus made manifest. The “Self” is a dynamic process that’s always in transition. Each River of Consciousness must by necessity erase temporal events in Whirlpools of Death, but its passion rolls on forever creating worlds without end. Some quantum Schrödinger cats remain alive in sequential order, and others remain dead as a function of the flowing passion of our Conscious Trajectory.

[Frontier]

Wow, this review in itself is a poem. Thanks Aethereal :)

[paul sal.....]

river run through rocky sand river run through mountains fee river run and lend a hand river run through me Live in the light,always

[Frontier]

thanks Paul :)

[David Scott]

The write pulled me along with a rushing urgency. I felt the current in your words.
I saw swirling pools along the shoreline where the waters flow upstream or get trapped into stagnant thoughts.
You showed the tumbling, bruising crush of the stones in the rapids.
And in the final analysis, you surmise to know is to be a god...
It is like cursing the gift of sight because you wish to read in brail...
Yet you hint the river too is a "god" because it knows nothing and cares not one little bit. Now, is the knowing of the why I think. We are drawn to be seen by unseeing eyes, to be loved by a heartless body... To be known and understood while we remain an evolving mystery.

A fantastic write! I loved the experience of this poetry.

[Frontier]

Thanks!! I can tell you thoroughly read the piece and saw its little stops and starts. It is kind of a auto-cursing for "seeing too much". I'm glad it was enjoyable read.

[David Scott]

I always try to read thoroughly. Otherwise I have no business reviewing...
You gave me a great deal to think about here.

[TheSearcher]

Inspiring, Moodlifter, Makes theories and very enjoyable. I like it.
From the ground to the sky.
To mortals and gods.

[Frontier]

Thanks for the observation, Searcher.

[TheSearcher]

You are welcome.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poetry. I like the use of the river. You made the point loud and strong. A river can be stopped but what would be the ending? A dead river isn't a river no-more. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frontier]

Thank you Coyote :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

"and I have the same mind, the one I can't find".( i love the contrary presented here, you know that you have that mind but you can't find..)

"Maybe in the next world, you'll be mine.
I have too much space around me.
Who can fight this space? I can't even
fall into it, and I don't know where I'll fall,
if I do. "..wow this line i read over and over...yes so much a time we have all the opportunities but we just let go..." beautiful...in what ever your talking about.

i love this poem..mmmmmmmmhhhhhhh

[Frontier]

Thanks, Sibusio, I always enjoy your reviews, they are so honest and original.

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

welcome and thanx back

[joshua deathdealer]

I really like the metaphor of the river being a flowing tomb. It makes perfect sense. I also have been at the point where I wanted the night to win. The night is cool and quiet yet very much alive. The point here is very well portrayed and still intriguing. Excellent poem.

[Frontier]

Thanks Joshua, I also love that metaphor. Love your description about night, so true.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very expressive write, great use of alliteration and word play...
and for me the theme of hate in the world , hypocrisy, greed and self-inflated egos..

we have to become gods first, but they don't need to meet anybody--but that is not true, we do need each other...rivers are forever, and once we kill each other off...all that will be left will be the rivers flowing into tomorrow.

[Frontier]

Thanks Jacob, interesting perspective, I also saw it as someone who acts like a river, just taking whatever falls into it's flow and it keeps on going despite the feelings of others. The god part I used to compare people who don't seek, it's a bit ironic because one has to need others but also be like a god so they won't end up hurting them.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that makes perfect sense...

[A. Amos]

What a great write, world need to read such an amazing work of yours this was truly a stroke of genius. Your message...brilliant!

[Frontier]

Thanks A! Who knows, maybe one day the world will see, I hope. :)

[A. Amos]

Sure they will and you're most welcome