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You Only Scratch The Surface

Updated on November 24, 2012

How wide is the net you cast into the sea for with no depth you will only catch what falls from the sky and not from beneath because you do not know which way to look

You scratch every surface of every directionless but powerful breeze coming from charlatans and pride-less humanity preying upon those who are too desperate to read a book

You are afraid of a dark place that is not near the oxygen you breathe because what you breath is all you know to accept into your life because fear will not hold its own breath

Think about what you say and how you run to words that sound as if you do not care and yet you do care and instead of opening your eyes to know you instead live to forget

Is love a game or is it to find what you can give to another person?
Is your mind to be numbed or to think if you will only dare?
Is your soul something to discard or something to set free in your life?
Is your drug a cloak or consciousness so you can feel and become aware?

How deep is your life when you begin the journey into the mirror of everything you have ever thought and done in a purposeful exploration of your own mirage?

How far can you go letting go of everything you cling to in a world that only uses you and ignores how beautiful you are trapped in a cage of your own insecurities

Is the pillow over your face and are the covers your sanctuary as you breathe to live but not feel the pain of separation from things you love but never return as you wish?

Everything has been said so they say and as they say everything that has been said there is still something for you if you will only explore the depth of your own seas

Is love only life and is life only love for you my dear girl?
Is your mind your own and is your own what you treasure?
Is your soul what you know and is what you know what you feel?
Is your drug the person you are no matter how others may measure?

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      The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @bettybarnesb - Thank you! I truly appreciate it... blessings to you too..

      @Daisy - Thank you again. You are too kind to me...

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      Daisy Mariposa 5 years ago from Orange County (Southern California)

      Mark,

      I enjoy reading your prose poetry. I especially liked this very thought-provoking piece. I'm sure I'll be back to read it again.

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      bettybarnesb 5 years ago from Bartlett, TN

      Hey Suburban Poet, you went to a whole new level this this one. Very deep and all I can say is WOW! Love your work.

      be blessed...

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      The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Thank you Qudsia.... we follow too much. We need to be ourselves then things will open up I believe. We can learn from others but we must explore the person within too.

      By they way you can call me Mark.... :)

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      QudsiaP1 5 years ago

      This is specially powerful the subarbun poet. Questions that one must explore before setting sale on the eternal quest for love. Too often we set ourselves for failure.