It's often not my style to explain my poems... But thanks to the moderator for starting up such a place of inspirations for our convenience of sharing and exchange... And thanks for the invitation to this 'competition'?
I think I'm lucky that I happens to have the inspirations in me last night.... And YES... This time round would be SHARING with you all what it actually means...
Hope you all would like it?
dark hour(s)"Plans of
God to run,
Things of gains to tons,
Minds, torn within
sorrows in incarnations,
forbids us....
Turns in folds,
lights on
hold,
Familarity bans control....Falling rains,
Shiny grains...
Paint a sky of
burning pain....
Walk a past...
Path of lust (
last)....
Stirs of
distal visits...
black.
An hour which
controls within us...
Blink..."
Introduction :
dark hour(s)Dark hour(s). Dedicated to mankind and life.
'Dark' which symbolises the groping & confused stage they're in. Or the things which they often pretends they know and do even though it's just all part of our imagination and spectaculations in this colourful world. Like a man in the dark or in his sleep.
Beliefs generated.
'hour(s)' to see life of an individual as a singular subject. A singular unit. To understand that despite the long or short life spans that exist in this world, life itself is not measured by the length but quality of it. That a moment too long may often be too short when you look back at it. Like the way people describe how your whole life's experience would just flash by you just before you die. The duration. An 'hour'? It's just what you make of it....
Overall view - The poem is trying to describe the helpless trapped feeling which exist in a person's life and as to his / her views of life in general.
Main Body :
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"Plans of God to run"In life, there always seems to be fate, plans, certain 'designs' and destiny which have to be followed.... No matter which path you walk, it would seems like it has already been laid out to an extent for you? Overall, life as in the world would still seems very much of a Newtonian nature though it has already sort of been 'overruled'.
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"Things of gains to tons"As above. Things already laid out in life often because of human's nature / instinct or greed, people just try to exploit the systems, other people... And abuse the existing world...
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"Minds, torn within sorrows in incarnation"The world existing as it is. To a great extent today is shaped by the leading species - Man. Our world today shaped by our ancestors 'yesterday' and the world 'tomorrow' would be shaped by us. Though not all disgrace. Ruthlessness and selfishness are inevitable parts of the picture. And with these pictures strongly built upon the existing world today, we are in turn shaped by it and ready to reproduce them for the use of 'tomorrow'.
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"forbids us...."The above picture reflected. Restrains us from revealing our true human nature and is returning us to bestiality.
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"Turns in folds"Different turns and moments of your life hiding from you as if they're all folded up but waiting...
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"lights on hold"Justice and fairness being unable to strike a position to reveal themselves in life... In this world highly structured by humans...
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"Familarity bans control"These things just repeat themselves until we are all so USED to it.... We just let life repeats itself as it is... As time goes by.... Nobody would really question why or do something about it....
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"Falling rains"Seemingly a gloomy season. A natural part of a cycle. A natural part of life.
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"Shiny grains"Have you seen how the beautiful sun set on the crops of harvest before? Symbolises hope and life. Again a natural part for the cycle of life. And it has been brought about by a seemingly gloomy season.
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"Paint a sky of burning pain..."As a picture and a symbol, it is suppose to be so beautiful. Yet, the food we have are used to feed on people who would kill each other just for the sake of their own 'tomorrow'. Creating the existing ruthless world...
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"Walk a past"Living our life as it is. Living our life as our ancestors did.
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"Path of lust (last)"And the kind of life or living we've chosen. Of our own selfish desires and objectives (lust).... Would probably be the seal of our own doom (last).
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"Stirs of distal visits.... Black."As history revisits itself..... The killings and greeds of the past comes back to haunt people of the present day.... All seems so dark and uncertain.
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"An hour which controls within us..."A life. A singular unit. Are we making use of it or has it been making use of us? To do the things we wanna do within this life time... Or to do the things which needs to be done?
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"Blink"When we're so very tired, we just can't hold our eyes open anymore... We blink... When we wanna refresh the memory of the picture we're visually experiencing in our mind, we blink... Normally... We blink... Blink...? Why do you 'blink'? Are you tired? Maybe it's time to start afresh?
After words :
'Dark hour(s)'. May it be one. May there be many. Is just what we make of it in the dark? Notice how the poem rhymes from the start slowly coming to a blunt ending rhythm? A repetitive picture of life to a point where questions come from within....
