“The Quicksand Where I Died”

“Quicksand is a non-Newtonian fluid: when undisturbed it often appears to be solid ("gel" form), but a minor (less than 1%) change in the stress on the quicksand will cause a sudden decrease in its viscosity ("sol" form). After an initial disturbance—such as a person attempting to walk on it—the water and sand in the quicksand separate and dense regions of sand sediment form; it is because of the formation of these high volume fraction regions that the viscosity of the quicksand seems to increase suddenly. Someone stepping in it will start to sink” * wikipedia


“The Quicksand Where I Died”

I took so many steps near the tide where my love once "resided"
Deciding to endure more pain collided with thoughts of "Utopia"
Opening a few thoughts elevated my sense of security and confidence
Maybe this is all a "Mirage" and my feet will never arrive on the other side
A side where we have all been or must go
I am not afraid of death
I am not afraid to sink
I will walk until there is no more torture to endure
Love will torment my soul on another day during these famine times
Still hungry I starve for you and a solution before totally retreating
“The Quick-Sand Where I Died” is a beach known by many.

As my feet began to release gravity I contemplated suicide
Inside each thought sleeps the compassion of one who loved
Self hate drives each step taken bringing me closer to a darker fate
Bright times now transcend into moisture that stagnate movement
Slowly I feel the earth’s core "invite" my spirit and soul
Her tears boldly appeared in between my consciousness and pride…

“The Quicksand Where I Died”……. “The Quicksand Where I Died”

Clouds started to run from the Heavens with a message of deceit
Rain has decided to "invade" our already tainted beach…I tried again to
retreat…not quite six feet deep
I sink
I sink
I sink
The tide started to rise as my suspension created a passage of doubt
At one point there was a drought now our togetherness is no longer together
Our forever is never so as I disappear slowly with a frown and smile…We both
cried…I reach out for your stick…it’s too short…damn it’s too short

“The Quicksand Where I Died”


Two lost souls cheated with the lust of life…The allure is difficult to control
In bold letters we divorced our “Infatuation” as the sand danced on broken
hearts…as the sand intercepted a brand new start…
Barely able to see the seagulls I started to visualize your shadow and tunnels of
deception
Tunnel of demise
Jeannie disguised as an Angel
The Blair Witch with two magic brooms developed a roller coaster of
Thunderstorms
I’m guilty too!!

Creating war on beaches where “passion” could have been timeless
Timeless is now 60 seconds away…eyes closed…I hold my breath…lungs burning
Inside.

“The Quicksand Where I Died”

I cheated
You cheated
We cheated
No longer on your "life-support" I give in
Living has come to an end on these grounds similar to Normandy
We were ambushed by Greed after aborting the ship
This vacation is like abortion…A trip deferred
My head goes under
You disappear
"I return back to mud and clay"
The image of my father
There is no life without love…even if it’s filled with lies…I guess…Good-bye
“The Quicksand Where I Died”

The End