As Water.
I don’t have any answers either. A lie not a lie is quite confusing.
So unjust
It’s all mistrust
Never a must
All just lust
Basically disgust?
Yet, The more I looked back
To say
just good for a reason or a rhyme
A motive, a crime
A frivolous whirlwind of mistakes
Bigger than believed
Sure
Foolish practice of putting all at stake
Something uninvited, unintended and a sex tape
Something just a “never-mind
I can’t do that “
“it’s too late”
The more I look down the dark well at all those broken takes
My minds says it’s made up, its phony, it’s fake
Not just you but for my sake
But it would be a lie
Watch it those hands shake
Not just for me but you
But the only lie here is you saying the same.
It’s not the lie you were trying to escape
But the lie that was supposed to be told?
made not the sound a lie makes
Now somebody falls away
The line in the sand
The one staring down a so many eyes alone
All set to hate
Just might be the one with the snake
The snake was once a symbol of wisdom and the ancient know.
Not one of deceit, sin and lust to slake
Power under pain
Make it remember its true name
Just a game?
Maybe some pieces escape
Beyond players and board and skilled blame
watch it those hands shake
Nothing to lose means all to gain.
And no one is seeing the truth
Including myself
Escape myself and one who doesn’t quite know it yet
Or does and acts with shame.
There is nothing to explain
When the pieces were set from the beginning.
And it wasn’t a game
But a grand play.
And no one knew their part
But they played it to the mark
They didn’t know they had a part
In a game much greater than they could possibly impart
All I had to do was push start.
Show my heart
And recognize my soul.
In someone who wanted to sell their own.
Well how can one do so?
Then try to sell my own
When they aren’t ours
They are weaved into bone
They aren’t alone
And no one paid for the set.
No bet
No net
Can gather water flowing through it.
And like water I surround
We are into, onto, through, around
The lie not told yet.
Is the one that’s dripping with regret.
And like lakes need not ears to hear the ocean
It tastes intent, feels unsaid words and hears emotion.
You can die, you can decay, you can never say
Because the soul you don’t just cringe at
The soul is the star of the play.
Only it never acted, but grew through the darkness that
Tried to drown it in the very water that it lay
To sleep, dream and wake and even go astray.
Dead, lying, praying, sighing.
It’s all been done before
The play has had many acts
Punching the river isn’t an attack.
It’s an embrace.
Just a chapter in our lore.
Because it’s all been done before.
Listen, know.
We’ve never met before?
Of this I’m not so sure.
But nonsense, perhaps but the longer I look back.
The more and more.
I see, feel, hear, know.
The game was a play
And the play was tapestry
Ages sewn
Ages known.
Long, long ago agreed
A lie not a lie.
So how could their be a cry
When it’s simply recognized.
The ending was always the ending
The beginning was always he beginning.
The conflict the conflict
A game that knew the score
A bet that was won
Cheated to be sure
Because it’s all been done before
A climax that went off or still being ignored
Because the ending isn’t an ending
That could ever be a change implored
A plea to be different.
The end has free will
Why of course.
But it’ll be the ending that always had to be
But the ending is an ending
As the start cannot be a start
It’s all happening right this moment
It’s all ending Ourobos chases its tail.
The snake was always more than lies
It’s weaves like a river
A river does not dry
As our soul does not die.
It simply restarts into the sky
Drying and moving like wind blows
To another land to rest.
Water goes where it’s always flowed
Feeling where is best.
Water knows no locked door.
Eroding all in its path in its way to the oceans floor.
And in the ocean floor?
Well just look at words that have been written before.
Understand.
Know.
Remember?
Why yes of course I do.
A pause isn’t an ending.
A start isn’t a beginning.
A climatic end can be put off
But it can never be ignored.
Like an ocean can be explored
Yet as the soul has depths that have never been seen.
Except by its own search for
Like a lie that was never a lie.
Halted by pride.
Set free by love.
Souls as water don’t collide
They simply recognize
And move with the tides.
Synchronize
Time is time
Not seeing the other with these eyes
But senses sent like spies
And not much can change the tide
Except the moon that tells it, day is now night.
And when the sun circles again.
The ocean will know and rage in spite
Of all who thought they’d make water bend.
Convince the rain of the ocean floors sin?
If only the rivers could smile.
Who tells the ocean where the rain has been?
As above so below. We are the Nile
Not East to west but north to south
But flowing up
And the delta has salt on the mouth.
Of the ancient sea flowing
Far past the pillars of Hercules.
Then who could trap the ocean now?
An enemy of water is only what it would allow.
A lie not a lie
Power found in what power thought was not.
You and I
Enemy now and never enemies anyhow.
Rain into the sea
Hearing tides from the trenches that can sense rays from the moon.
Vibrations understanding
Smile so soon, midnight to noon
Yin and yang
betrayals and protection.
Nothing hidden from detection.
Because it’s all been heard before
A story a million years old
Told and told
The same as it’s always been sold.
Let it be bold
Cold
Because it is indeed old.
So let the flame be warm
Around fire that it’s been told
The end can be delayed but it’s hidden in every fold
It’s the hold the kind that couldn’t be stolen
Like all the other mindless molds
Broken and then let go.
Until a piece lays finished unbreakable, soul in soul.
Within the very fabric of all that’s ever been told.
The ocean has a hold
But it was never control
You are listening hard enough
If you still play a game that’s been told.
Because you already know.
It’s that whisper you can’t unhear
That touch you can’t unfeel
That song that brings a tear
That break you can’t seem to heal.
Because a lie that’s not a lie
You can’t believe what you already know.
Oh, Just because the ocean told you so.
Logic cannot be so
Because of course the ocean cannot hear.
Then Learn the language of the soul.
Hear what you cannot hear
Or laugh and build over broken bones with more pain and the same old fear.
—C.R.Stanger
4-11-25
