Free Verse Scribbles : Conscious

(Moonlight, a Study at Millbank exhibited 1797 by Joseph Mallord William Turner )

Who do you think shall take command? Or ever conquer domains? I would rather sit down in a quiet nook And philosophise the vision of learned men Who slipped into the course of time Thirty-eight thousand moons ago. Would rather take up a pen To walk through nightmares and wars Won't satiate your king's hunger and the juridical principles That advocate the cause of mortal assassination of thought. Would rather fly kites,chase trains at early dawn Expose my wounds to the night And silently whisper my lover's name Into the quiet in the woods And when the ruins Of a naked civilization Surfaces on the corneal dilusion of eternity Somewhere,a ship will sail Serene,solaced - towards a fleeting gallow Of black holes and light years Succumbing on ethereal energy
And on drowning chairs Would they keep their prayers While God rises high enough To soaring heights Where theater halls and rugged paths Climb up a frozen canoe Of breaths we stored,and the violence made In empty paths,in broken gates Would welcome them again...