Disillusionment

[libberator]

And so they opened up the stream to us and bade me and my brothers and sisters to drink promising us that the waters would be the sweetest. But as we drank we realized the truth.. Some tasted nothing, others bitterness, a few tasted blood, many tasted crushing sorrow, and even more were uncertain of what they tasted. And then as we looked up we realized that what we drank out of was not the golden stream but a raging tempest of a river, impossible to cross.

The golden waters we sought were on the other side of this tempest in the fields where the dove flies and the sun shines benevolently on all. Upon this new realization some traveled together along the river with faint optimism in their hearts, others turned their backs and went back the way they came feeling jaded and scorned, a few went off in random directions with strange, almost scary expressions on their faces, many simply sat down and forlornly stared across the chaos before them at the golden unfulfilled promise beyond it, and even more made due with what was before them and continued to drink from the river.

Only one of us remained standing on the banks of the river. He picked up a few rocks and threw them into the rive, then he picked up a few more and sent them in to join the others, then more, and more, and more rocks. He is still throwing rocks into the river and it is likely he will never stop

Which of these are you?

[joel]

Someone spread a picnic
on what appeared to be
a rocky ledge beside
an ocean—an ocean
so broad none had ever
met its most foreign shores.
And throughout the picnic
someone noticed the sun
was arcing like the one
largest fire disc it
had ever been, yet it
was not so much the sun
in motion as the same
rocky ledge itself. Not
so much was the picnic
in orbit as it was
vectoring. Someone smiled
and someone else laughed and
someone else worried while
the picnic ledge fast sped
throughout the loose atoms
of the sky. And then when
someone looked down, the
ocean was no longer there
beside, but beneath, the
rock ledge. Someone looked back
and saw a far giant
countenance that smiled as
giant hands skipped rock ledge
after rock ledge into
the ocean—which looked like
a somewhat quiet stream
and which also looked like
somewhat tempestuous
torrential strips of stream
beside the giant. And
someone looked forward and
saw an exact likeness
of someone's face gleaming
from the calm, glassiest
ocean face—and then the
reflected face echoed
back louder and larger
as the rock ledge approached
the water: gravitas
immeasurable. And
more than someone had seen
in the giant, this one
saw in the mirrored face
that this one is who, as
someone had said, I am.

[mousey1]

Well, you know, those rocks tossed?

they make a lovely kerplunk sound

and that perhaps is the sound of...

lost?

or maybe just

forget me not?

well, regardless

I like that sound

kerplunk, plunk, plunk, plop

and down and down to the bottom we go

blurble blurble


Lovely write. Thanks alot.

[Lightning Rod]

welcome liberator

your prosaic flow is like a stream

welcome, always welcome

to a liberator

[Arcadia]

nunca vi un río por siempre en tormenta
nunca nos prometió nada, el río
intuímos, a veces
quizás sea sólo cosa de cercanía:
somos mutuos testigos de brillos, silencios y quejas
dialogamos, a veces
o creemos hacerlo
nunca nos prometió nada, el río
río y tormenta, a veces
parecen ensimismados
en las aguas más marrones que nunca
de la inundación
da miedo verlos
da curiosidad verlos
(tenemos agua potable de todos modos)
cuando el agua baja
volvemos,
casi todos.

[joel]

imágenes hermosas de todas

[stilltrucking]

I guess I am Forest Gump because:
"Sometimes I guess there just aren't enough rocks."

[mnaz]

the promised land can be a very tricky business.

[libberator]

thanks for all the replies and the warm welcome everyone

i wrote this little ditty shortly after the virginia tech massacre and based it on the unfulfilled promise of childhood. the promise that each generation gets of a great world when in reality this world is farther and farther away especially today when me and my fellow high school students are scared of an uncertain future marked by outsourcing, shift, and global warming.

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[stilltrucking]

Interesting video. Very interesting. I know a lot more now than I did
Thanks.

And all we got are more bullets, more guns, more war ships, more bombs, more war heads, more war planes, more cannons, more killing capacity than any other country.
There must be a future in all that for an ambitious high school graduate.
I hate sounding like a cynical sarcastic old grouch. The USA seems so hollow to me, we are feeding on our young. Or so it seems to me.

I hope MySpace will back a difference in the election next year.




What I remember most of all about high school is that I had a million friends. Or so I thought.