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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Islands Islands are – it seems – so many of us. Worlds apart – alone – in the seas of life. Joined at the hip – by an adversarial universe. Amputated from a living solar system by the master surgeons – insecurity, self doubt, criticism, negativity, skewed points of view. Tear tempests rage from within us. Tsunamis, tearing up any traces of, the mighty oaks we may have been. Islands - are we ?, many lost in the sea of, humanity all around, if, but we could see. Drifting on crests of gigantic waves. Cradled within the troughs of ocean’s anger, being tossed towards the brink of humanity, on a journey that is carrying us through eternity. Deserted islands we have become – by choice ? Ships that pass throughout our nights, disembarking bodies – life boats to the shore, these islands, secluded, to explore, so many constipations lay within, islands in the seas of humanity. Islands of lost, empty souls, islands floating – Sargasso Sea, islands adrift – apart. Brilliant, stands that joyous orb, screaming down upon us all – happiness – on beams of dancing – feet, gliding, rhythmically, across us desolate islands, trying to part lightness into our days, some days ?, many ?, it can not dissipate the haunting shadows, shadows that shroud, darken our life’s experiences. Good days – some – eclipsed by essence of our realities. B. J. “A” 2 February 22nd 2008
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