Metaphorical write, re-considered, re-worked & re-posted. Wonder how many will see the symbolism in the image...
Great builder of bridges
In the dungeons below a stainless palace Built into the shape of a slot to insert a key That unlocks doors to the realm of malice A man wearing black squats on one knee A mind so dark, it pales the blackest night Solemnly worships the Emperor of Fright His whispers put out the candle flames His heart bears all the world’s blames The soft rumors that echo in the dark Summon all wicked spirits to embark On board a vessel christened Hate Destined to sail to mankind’s fate
Among the travelers aboard the ship There are many familiar faces I know Billions of souls have joined this trip While not one realizes where we will go I see long lost ancestors, and you and me Our ofspring and those not yet come to be The ambience is cheerfull, spirits are high Emotional reunions make many of us cry The reign of time seems to have ended The spirits of all times finally blended As the great vessel sets out to sail Not one single soul is able to bail
Mirror like oceans stretch beyond view Our journey bound to be smooth and fast While the ship cuts through emerald blue Happiness seems certain to eternally last Seagulls fly high above the ship’s decks Only the captain is aware of the parallax No one knows him or has seen him yet Revels leave no time to worry about that While his claws firmly control the helm Only he knows the course to the realm Where the vessel’s true destination is In no way mired by his soiled remiss
In the night when most are asleep A breeze caresses the vessel’s hull It does not concern any of the sheep Who after celebrating, enjoy the lull While the breeze slowly gains force Half the lot is drunk, the rest snores The ocean’s ripples turn into waves But the immense ship still behaves Over the horizon however, a storm Dilates preparing itself to transform A peaceful dream into a nightmare Infinitely beyond history’s compare
At 3 AM the tempest had awoken all The ship fiercely pitched and rolled Only the mysterious skipper stood tall He steered the ship tightly and bold As the travelers panicked and feared When the vessel ferociously veered The journey would end here and now While the Light seemed not to endow Continuation of His beloved creation Abandoning His promise of salvation The captain loved mankind's doubt And exclaimed a triumphant shout
The huge vessel broke and went down The passengers did not stand a chance There were screams of dying all around And prayers, gargles and despondence Man’s struggle for life came to an end In an insane carnage carefully planned The captain’s laughter filled the skies Transforming earth’s oceans into ice But in a distant place past the horizon Under remains of the vessel’s mizen A few survivors strived to stay warm Outside evil’s view and brutal storm
Rage
The grid like formation in the picture, reminds me of the grid like design of Washington DC, designed by the fraternal Founding Fathers..
You are right, there are only a few survivors...
Peter
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 26, 2006
"Wonder how many will see the symbolism in the image..." Probably not many of us dumb-dumbs.
This is a forboding look at life as we live it today and the lot we can expect anytime. I admire the twist you take to get your message across. I see the wisdom here.
Thanks Chris. Some of us already know and those are the ones still on the shore.
Susan
Judy Meeker
But great write yet again!!
Love Tinka
The grid like formation in the picture, reminds me of the grid like design of Washington DC, designed by the fraternal Founding Fathers..
You are right, there are only a few survivors...
Peter
Thanks Chris. Some of us already know and those are the ones still on the shore.
Susan