"Do not grab what you will toss again,"
said the ocean between us.
I protest, "Toss?"
"The only thing tossing us is you, cruel Ocean!"
"How can one have tossed
what one did not know one had?" I ask.
The ocean laughed.
"No matter! I am here to torment you,
to lie between you and your dream,
for your dream is unwise
and will only come to ruin."
Sometimes the ocean has me believing in him.
When I am tired, and down,
the ocean is always there,
to justify not trying.
To justify giving up.
Drowning.
Or just plain sailing in circles.
Cruel Ocean!
I take a cup of you
and pour my many mood of the day
into you, and stir.
You give me salt in return
to rub into my wounds of blindness,
and an anchor so I may reach but never touch.
Yet, I sail you, Ocean, through the storms
and through the calm.
It is calm today, Ocean,
but you are still vast and wide,
and there are many storms in you yet, cruel Ocean!
My dream is over the horizon, on the other side,
and you say it is content, that I should let it be.
Maybe you are right after all, Ocean,
but what will be lost if you are wrong, Ocean,
if you are wrong?
You cannot argue that there is much to be gained, Ocean!
But you do argue there is still much to be lost.
Much to be lost. So you have me waiting for the next tide.
When you give me this doubt, Ocean,
my sails are only half furled,
and I end up sailing back to port, fruitless.
I must patch my ship daily, for it would sink quickly
without constant mending.
Some days, your wind does not blow,
or it blows me in the wrong direction.
If I were not steadfast, or saw a glimmer of hope,
I would have let go and drifted away long ago,
letting you toss me where you will.
What oars or rudder can guide me?
What sail is made that will not shread
in the tempests that you throw at me?
I've visited many ports, and have found no sails
that can stay the course,
and no oars or rudders
that can navigate your directionless expanse.
The gods say they cannot help this time.
Ocean, you say I am obsessed,
that I should let go.
But who am I to know me?
As for you, Ocean, you are not to be believed.
So I cast off into another morning upon you,
cruel Ocean,
you that keeps me from my dream.
You give me dolphins for good luck,
and then an albatross for bad.
You offer a light through the jagged reefs,
then turn it off in cruel laughter.
Through your riptides and whirlpools I sail,
only to find myself at your rocky cliffs,
and you beckon me to jump!
Funny how you tease, Ocean!
You tell me that this dream is better off on the other side,
better without me to muddle in it,
and so you send another storm in my path.
and still I sail!
Perhaps in blind madness
over the depths of your existence,
perhaps being pulled at the other end
like the faint tug of the moon's gravity
on the rising and falling tides.
Cruel Ocean!
You have an ally!
Still you exist!
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Sometimes there is an ocean between love.
Written August 30th, 2005
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Well, I was referring to the friendship relationship of women, some pure of course, but mostly women tend to talk behind other's backs, act friendly even though they dislike someone. Never had this problem with my male friends, they are all very forward and alot easier to be around
Course it's alot up to the individual aswell,bad of me to be generalising but I'll blame it on the fact that I'm tired I think I'm actually gonna go sleep now, thanks for the discussion 
(ps, aren't there some kind of private msging here? blushes) Sleep tight /Jo~
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Need sleep, that makes two of us! Yes, true, we often expect others to read our minds... I don't know about woman/woman relations, but men don't have that problem, we know enough to stay away from one another!
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We're tricky ones, aren't we? Not only men feel the 'wrath' of women, you should try being a woman and having to endure the betrail and the deceit of other women, not sure where that comes from. I also have to say that having a relation with a man is just as tough. I think it's simply because of all the differences between men and women. But when we have a partner we somehow expect them to understands us completely even without telling them a single thing about our mysteries (this almost always fails, I don't know anyone with the ability to read minds ) And then we get so shocked when it all ends up in heartache? Love is complicated, but strong, so strong that even though there's so much speaking against it, it will defeat all enemies and come out even stronger than before. (can you notice that I am in great need of sleep? )
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Well, Jo, you seem to understand what I am just learning! that when one reaches one's dream, the challenges are not over! I will never again underestimate the wisdom (and pain!) of a woman!
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I know how it's like, having that ocean between what you want, having to face all those obstacles. And the obstacles don't always really end when you're 'safe' ashore on the other side now does it? Seems like there will always come a river infront of you, needing you to build yet another bridge, to once again swim and almost drown in the waves, but for some reason, when you're laying on that beach with the sun shining and your 'dream' by your side, the ocean seems as just a tiny puddle and the rivers seem as small raindrops. Funny, isn't it? Oh yeah, amazing poem
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just getting around to replying here, thanks, my dream!
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This was a very powerful write, every word fit its place and it was full of impact, i hope you find and get everything
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Thank you, suseann! Yes, it is quite metaphorical, about... you guessed it, love! and the ocean between! I hope you can enjoy it better now, and thanks for pointing that out, I'll have to get it into my author's comments!
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I'm afraid I'm lost if this was intended metaphoricly! What I heard was you blaming the ocean for it's recent rampage.In which case,I was going to mention.The wind you can blame on Mariah.The waves on Luna.The sea's co-horts.But even if I didn't get the apparent hidden message.It was beautiful!~~Suseann
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This was very well done, the metaphors driven with force and imagery which carries us over - sometimes calmly and others with a driving power.
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You know I always love your comments, my sexyangel of a granddaughter! But I shouldn't play favorites! Oh, what the heck!
your GRAND dad!
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WOW Gramps.. This is awesome!!! You did a great job on this!!! I really like the analogy!!! This is a very powerful poem!!!
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Well, Kimberly, I'm glad you didn't notice, but between the time I first posted it and the time I fixed it, I was paddling with ores instead of oars. No wonder I was sinking! What a fitting analogy to life, grabbing the wrong kind paddle to paddle with!
getting close to that special day
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The ocean of life can indeed toss us too and fro and leave us feeling drowning and stranded at times, but that is when you need to look and dig deep within yourself for that inner strength that we all possess. Remember sweetie... failure is not an option and you are worthy of all that you dream, wish, hope and desire. Love ya Babe! Be well!
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~~~Touchof1der~~~
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