Plenty Of Fish Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Standing in a river bed of seclusion
Staring into the rapids of illusion
Delusional fish fighting for the sea
Some win, some lose
Defeated but winning
Are the chosen ones
Given every last resource
To be able to first choose


It was a catch
There is always one
Savored in conceit
Bringing in the meat
Gutting each catch
Till it has nothing more to offer
Then comes the release


Dissected but still swimming on
So much pain
Misery everything and all

But even then
They all miss the chosen ones


Dreaming of
Being caught
Gutted, dissected
Then thrown away
They act like they hate it
But through all the agony
They always seem
To always want to go back in


I can never look away
Because deep down
I want to believe
Everything will change
And the chosen ones
Will finally be
The ones thrown away


I want to believe
Certain dead visions
Will stop being walled in
Evolving away from the falsified waters
As they all walk away from this tragedy


I keep myself close
To the river of
Cheering on those
Willing to escape
Supporting those
Trying to swim back into the sea


The chosen ones
Never had to battle
So they are the ones who lose
Living day to day in ignorance
While being lit up, Inspired
By all of their narcissistically hubris dreams


Feeling so much pain
Combining it all within me
Wanting all what is best for them
As they try to swim back to the sea


Too many poles in the river

Trying to catch each fish
With their bait
Poisoned in deceit


I have no pole in hand
Just open arms for all to see

Waiting to catch all that I can
So I can help them escape
Into the deepest depths of the sea

Will they ever trust me?

All I want to do
Is make them all smile

I want to make sure
There are truly
Plenty of happy fish
In the sea

Embrace
Love
Support
And release


Then watch on with rejoice
As the chosen ones
Have nothing left to catch
But the pain they now have caught
Which they will never be able to release


Karma truly exists
For those who block
The river that leads into the sea


The more open choices the better
This is what I truly believe

This to me is the real definition
Of plenty of fish in the Sea


When all fish unite
An endless ocean we will see

When fish catch each other with love
Into the deepest depths of belief
The small poles
Will never be able to catch from that depth
Never again being able
To spread their own mental disease


Here is to all the plentiful fish
Swimming joyously in the sea

It is never too late to dream
That is what I truly believe

They can dissect you
Take all that they can
But you can always swim
Grow right back
Into the deepest depths of the sea
Only to unite and grow into the ocean


All one has to do is, Believe!