Mindless scribblings on a schooldesk
So, back when I was young (end of high school, early college) I wrote (actually on paper ;)) . I wrote short stories, and a few plays (one or two of each actually in lieu of papers for my classes). I wrote letters. And, for a while, I wrote poetry. Prolifically.
So, I have created a new category, entitled, “A young man’s musings”..and this is the first entry I will share. (eventually, if you all are nice, I might share the epic play “A world I uttered…” .. but not tonight. Also, I leave it to the reader to decide if this topic indeed belongs as a sub-category of Literature, or not..)
I wrote this my Senior Year of high school , 8th period English class, while I was trying to avoid learning the proper way to write college papers… go figure:
Mindless Scribblings on a Schooldesk
Shattered fragments of glowing dark,
Interwoven in the fabric of Time.
of both Right and Wrong
merge in coupled scatterings.
Silent cries for what we already possess
The chilling warmth of love
Shadows – born from sunlight.
Truth exists solely as a lie.
We reap what must be sewn.
Seeds of Life released at Death.
Spring nests in Winter’s battleground.
The bless’ed rain-
-the curs’ed flood
Oh! The setting sun …
Only now –
Only now I see the brightened beauty
When thick night’s cold seers my soul.
“Help me!” I cry
Pushing them away…
Flailing at nothing
Blind to Truth
‘Why?’ – I ask
Pleading for no answer
It pulls me closer – only to push away
We see the Truth – yet mutter lies
Confined to earth – it needs to fly.
The larger it grows – the more it is hollow
The River it flows – but only to follow.
Screaming on the Silent Stage
Grasping Youth only with Age.
Feeling alone in a crowded place
Silencing people who’ve much to say
Light and dark enveloped –
Lost in shades of grey.
A list of rules for Anarchy
Shepherds now led by their flocks.
Ideas stifled by Apathy
Life exists as Paradox …
mindless scribblings on a schooldesk?
Complete in Emptiness
To use is to let be
To keep is to let go…
Copyright 1991, David Scott Williams
Been meaning to share that somewhere for awhile.
I wrote that in 1991. In some ways, some of it seems forced, and some of it seems to make more sense 25 years later. Holy shit! 25 years.
Repeat after me, Dave… “I am not old. I am not old. I am simply the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything“
There, I feel better.