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  21.     

I swam

Today, I walked not
but swam past wounded fish,
That crawl on the hard waters of life.
I swam, nonchalantly carefree; for I was drugged
with a scent unknown, which had my senses blown,
Thus I swam, with eyes closed whilst
millions of wounded fish crawled past me,
But there was no blood to see.
Just misery gushing out of their gills.
Yet nonchalant, I swam,
breathing in the scent I swam.
Shoving them aside,
With a mood light, I swam.
The harder I swam, the stronger got the scent,
Then I reached the dead end,
But the mother of the scent was nowhere to see.
I smelt myself, the scent was in me.
 
Shouvik Roy

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  22.     

I Cried Again

The little tear that fell down my cheek
drew an ocean to the people below
they swam and swam untill they go tired
then they went to the black of their homes
they cried themselves to sleep that night
in the heat of the night they did sleep
awaiting the sandman to come give them their dreams
and to dream a dream of the deep
the depth of the waters hidden inside my tears
creating the ocean of which they do swim
without them ill die a slow suicide
the droubt of the midst of my tears
waiting just waiting for the tears of the night
awaiting the pain of my cries
as if i dont cry ill simply just die
so i must keep bringng the tears
but tonight i tried to cry again
bringing the emotions of the past
watching and waiting, watching and waiting
of the little peoples dreaming to last
but they did not appear from the mist of my tears
they did not attract to the swimming
as if they had entered the door of my heart
swimming off all of the good feelings
stay little ones swim off my dreams, swim as if never felt water
my tears are now gone and no misses all along
just a smile blessed into deep slumber
 
Kristinahh KIMBER

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  23.     

Time Is Dead, Killed In Meetings 6.3.2008

I am swimming, swimming, swimming, just keep
swimming, swimming, swimming, one word and
one phrase at a time, though my consciousness
experiences total lack of context and absolute
meaninglessness, I have my brain in a vice-grip
and we are making the trip through the document;
a most amazing occurrence, mostly I fall into the
holes in the network filaments of reality, but today
the vice-grip is steady, just plowing forwards,
irrespective of isolation and complete lack of
perspective; life had become totally meaningless
and still the vice-grip is holding, keeping steady;
one word at a time, one phrase towards eternity,
doing my job, putting down words in a series
of meanings that will bring nobody joy, will not
be blessed by a reply, a piece of work that will
fall down and die sooner than it has been written;
if this is why we have human rights and why I
have been born, then the world has to be
destroyed, the sooner the better, wasting the
magical gift of consciousness on white and grey,
colorless words in bleak sentences reporting
facts cold and empty, facts that offer nobody
succor, that does not sing or resonate with
anything, simply report on a meaningless
meeting and planning one such another –
people killing time, time is dead, it has been
killed in millions of meaningless meetings
held everywhere…
 
Margaret Alice

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  24.     

Thoughts Of A Goldfish

I am a goldfish; I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.

A goldfish I am; It is getting dizzy. Swimming around this bowl I am.
Am I a goldfish? I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
It is getting dizzy, swimming around this bowl, I am a goldfish. I am.
Around this bowl I am swimming. It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish
I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy around this bowl, I am swimming.
I am swimming around this bowl; I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy.
Around this bowl, it is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish; I am swimming.
I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy. I am swimming around this bowl.
I am a goldfish. Bowl this around: it is getting dizzy. I am swimming.
I am swimming around this bowl. Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish bowl? It is getting dizzy. Am I swimming around this?
It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish. Am I swimming around this bowl?
Am I a goldfish? Around this bowl am I swimming? It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish? I am. It is getting dizzy, swimming around this bowl.
Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy. I am swimming around this bowl.
Am I a goldfish swimming? Around this bowl, I am. It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy. Around this bowl I am swimming.
Am I swimming? I am a goldfish around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
Am I swimming? Is it getting dizzy? Around this bowl I am a goldfish.
It is getting dizzy. Am I swimming? Am I a goldfish around this bowl?
Am I a-swimming? I am a round goldfish. This bowl, it is getting dizzy.
This bowl: It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish I am swimming around.
Am I a bowl? It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish swimming around this.
It is getting dizzy. Am I a round bowl? I am this goldfish a-swimming.
I am a goldfish I am swimming around. Is this bowl getting dizzy? It is.
Is it? I am getting a goldfish. I am swimming around this dizzy bowl.
I am. I am swimming around this goldfish bowl. Dizzy it is a-getting.
I am a dizzy goldfish swimming. I am a round bowl. Is it getting this?
Is this bowl around a dizzy, swimming goldfish? I am. I am getting it.
Is this getting dizzy? Am I a round goldfish? Am I a swimming bowl?

I am a goldfish; I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
 
C Richard Miles

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