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Treading Water

Treading Water

The motion of
riding a bicycle beneath
while moving
the arms and hands
in a circular motion
on the surface of
water

its dynamics are simple
propulsion times displacement
equals survival
a technique used by
mariners, service people
girl scouts and boy scouts
for ages

Treading water
somewhere along the way
while traveling the oceans of life
unknown the captain and crew
I have fallen overboard
into a turbulent and chaotic sea

I am riding my bicycle
without the use of my arms and hands
because they are busy holding
the weight of my entire world
above my head

any lapse of displacement
will plunge my head below the surface
where some amazing clarity can take place
for some they will see their life pass before them
for me I see a list

a list of things I have not yet finished
a list of ideas that have yet to be brought to life
a list of connections with family and friends
that has been suspended
a list of people I have still to meet
a list of ongoing projects that have fallen by the wayside

and I see one more thing
I see that even with all of the good intentions
there are in the world
the only person responsible
for my survival is me
I speed up propulsion
which doubles displacement
and again my head is above the surface

I am gasping for breath
gasping for life
gasping for survival
still holding my world above my head
still holding the list

It may seem like it
but I have not given up
somewhere
somehow
some day
some place some way
I will return and begin again
to move forward

but for now
I am treading water

Katovski©2016

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To thoSe wHo dId thIs

no matter how much I wash them
they will never be clean
sitting on the shore Mediterranean sea
watching the tide wash up
another dead child refugee
daylight to dark
murder first degree
child abuse insanity
the spoils of war
not your finest hour
rogue warrior
is this your power
sending death from above
torturing those who remain
trying to force your will
through childhood pain
it’s funny I’m guilty
through association
this blood on my hands
no matter how much I wash them
they will never be clean
Katovski©2015

A Warriors Prayer

My weapons locked and loaded

Whether it be a gun or a pen

Sleep with one eye open

In case evil will rush in

May my aim be sharp and straight

One shot for one kill

Mine enemies only shall I waste

My movements and judgments

Never made in haste

A defender of freedom

Bearing the warriors heart within

Fighting for life liberty

And the pursuit of happiness

Shall never be a sin

I do not abide by tyranny
Nor do I those
Who would and will
Try to shove this oppression
Upon my person
I realize that I may not
Survive this fight
But I can and do rest
In the assurance that
My destiny met me in
The midst of the fight
If and when what remains
Of me is recovered
My guns will be empty
Along with the evil souls
I enabled to find their torment
When mine disappeared that day 

Katovski©2013