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Sands surrounding me
This desert, devoid of life
Will be my downfall
Thirst consuming me
Dry tongue longing for moisture
If only a drop
Hallucinations
Are not uncommon to me
Fata Morgana
Castles far away
Only reflections of sun’s rays
Upon waves of sand
Yet I still walk on
The only thing not to desert me
Are my trusty feet
Everything ends
And so will the sand, in time
If I keep walking
The storm howled
The ship was swaying
I walked on the deck
I felt the rain raging
God was in the air
God to me speaking
Then the wave struck
And the ship was sinking
Ten score and twenty-nine days
I drifted on a raft
Through storm and rain, the sea’s cruel waves
As a slave to the tide did I waft
Deprived of food and water
Worn down to the bone
My aimless wanderings brought me
To the shores of Mexico
I lost a family and gained a friend
Richard Parker, that glorious feline
Who I have dubbed my godsend
His part is done, into the jungle he’s gone
But inside me His spirit lives on
Uncertainty reigns
My life is at a crossroads
Now what do I do?
A decade’s schooling
And now the end is nearing
Which way do I go?
My life’s a canvas
It stretches out before me
Which colors to use?
Will a painting start
To form as I go along?
Or just clueless chaos?
Red, blue and yellow
Become boring brown if left
To their own devices
So I must create
Green, purple and orange too
Or else face dullness
How will I turn out?
I honestly have no clue
But I know one thing
I will always write
For words say more than pictures
And poems say yet more
Preface
"Out, out, brief candle
Life's but a walking shadow,a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
- William Shakespeare, Macbeth
This Strange State
The soft caress of mistress Sleep
Weighs heavy on my eyes
My eyes are closed, my mind is open
Dead to the world, my body lies
‘Neath layers and layers of cotton
I finally come to rest
And sink down to the bottom
Of my troubled consciousness
I’m up so high!
Trees, buildings, mountains, clouds
I rise above them in this strange state
Up, up, and away
Until I am above the Earth itself
Above the sun
Above the stars
Above constellations
Above...
I am alone now, alone and afraid
The darkness surrounds me, pressing down
I hear strange sounds from far away
Or maybe close by, who can say?
Suddenly then, I see a ahead a light
Infinitesimally small, yet burning with pride
Coming closer I see it’s a candle, flame burning strong
I pick it up by its handle, but something is wrong
I look inside the flames and see the bright, white spark
That’s lighting up this impenetrable dark
I see constellations, stars, the earth and the sun
I see clouds and mountains, buildings and trees…
I see everything and everyone, peacefully living out another day
Then an errant gust of wind comes and sweeps the flames away
Life is brief and fragile.
The Power Of WordsEndless ideas
Roaming around in my head
Only whisps of thought
Utterly worthless
They’ll remain jailed forever
If not written down
Words can say much more
Than pictures in their wildest dreams
If properly used
They can be the spark
That ignites revolution
As France has proven
Words crawl in my head
Begging to be tangible
To materialize
The blank white paper
Empty pages challenge me
I must defy them
Transfer ideas
From my mind to fill the white
The author prevails
Text: Jacco van Eijk
Publication Date: 04-10-2013
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