The Desert

 

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 Raft

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

Crossroads

 

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

This Strange State

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 Words

Endless 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 

Impressum

Texte: Jacco van Eijk
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 10.04.2013

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