Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

Static Water

Morning stands up like giant in front of me, and the dogs are running like wild goose in the street, the sun is out in full force and the trees are waving in the breeze without a doubt, nothing dynamics is happening, and I feel the hunger for a good rhythm; families are torn apart and the children are left scrambling in the dark. I have searched high and low for another song to sing, but I just could not find the right rhythm.

I sat over the keyboard all night, but my imagination puts up a stubborn fight; and so I took a walk in the pitch black night, and alas the universe was asleep, and for the first time I could feel my spirit weep, for the souls trapped in the deep dying to get out, so they roam the open ground and wander around the fountain in the city, trying to make the world happy. But one man in his time must change the plan and go all the way out in the land and when the dialogue won’t do, the bullets and the guns will see you through.

You have one foot in and one foot out, but you must clear away all the doubt; you must storm the earth by surprise and evoke the living and the dead sacrifice. There is no more time to play around, and you must turn the galaxy around; there is no crown or big gowns waiting for you and nice words cannot do. You must change the plan to move along on the land. The British have the best sea men, and you must work with them to get the operation to heaven.
 
The global economy is feeling the strain, and you must take precise actions to end the naval games.  You have to go all the way in and commit an abominable sin. There comes a time when the plates must turn down, so that the universe can move around.

Many more will die and many more will have to cry, many more will live in the street, until the mission is complete. If negotiation doesn't work, you have to get the bulldozer and start digging up dirt. The situation room is waiting for you, and the general will tell you wat to do.

You must end the stalemate and crush the head of the snake that is lurking around the gate. Open the gate and pour out the sour wine and nature will thrust them to their knees, and the mission will abruptly complete.    
                                   Open the canal and let the static water flow.

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