Dana De Jong Poet I do not know?

The Shores of Time

My ideas bounce off my words echoing the future onto the page
As my clarity begins to age 
Into a rage
Where water doesn’t flow 
But sprays

You attempt to duck out of the way
As I attempt to say what I must say
But instead I spray

And there it lay
Messily across your face
My image of this mental place

You struggle to wipe it clear as I heretically steer
Through this commotion of gasoline emotion
Riding on metallic sharks 
That are surfing on cascading sparks

I cast my vision down below into the lake
Catching my words becoming humming birds
flying as ripples in my wake

They elegantly twist and curve in every dimension in space
But only one in time

Forwards
Towards
The jagged shores

Where we of every kind
Must forfeit both body and mind.

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Poet Tacito May 17, 2011 at 6:54 AM Holy mother this was massive! I highly condone pieces like this. We need this. Not everything is sunshine & rainbows as we'd like it to be. Damn. Dana De Jong May 18, 2011 at 9:59 PM Thanks man, just keeping it real.