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Alexis J Meighan Oct 2012
5 W's Of The Desert Walker.

WHAT does a man in the heat dream of?
Maybe he dreams of the sweet taste of the rain
What amenities does he seek in a bare sky with only the sun?
He is given an audience with his delusions.
He is granted a moment of peace under his imaginary palm.
He can swim in the dry waters of the oasis till the sand shreds his skin.

WHEN does his vagrant breath retreat?
Maybe as the expired adventure turns to torture?
In a blink his shade diminishes
His view of the horizon brings drought to his tongue
As his fatigue pays homage to the expanding desert.

WHERE does a lost traveler turn when every direction leads nowhere?
Does he look up for divinity?
A panicked man, with his hands to the skies, calls for relief.
But its not the cool he's expecting, its mercy for his soul when his time comes.

WHO does he hear when his eyes begin to fail?
Family, a child, maybe a lover with soft flesh?
Face down in the dunes he can taste the salty blend of the earth.
The voice of his cherished love echoes in his fading consciousness.
A great comfort in his last request.

WHY do we fall down?
Because we're weak and unbalanced.
So we can get back up?
No sometimes we are just not as big as our ego would have us believe.
The road to triumph can be hard to traverse unprepared.
But the value of the experience can be as priceless as the outcome.

-Alexis J. Meighan-
Alexis J Meighan Oct 2012
Alter Ego

Conception:

There a place I found
I go once in a while to be lost
A place where no one comes around

I sit on the grass and seal my fate
Accept the verdict I've given myself
I sit on the grass and wait

Denial:

There's a song that I sing that requires a grin
A cheerful expression that I imitate
Its melody uplift and warmth with in

There's a song that I sing that requires a skip
This jolly reprise implies my persona
Equivical as it leaves my lips

Sullen:

There's a person I call to ruin the mood
I unveil my dimension and hope they follow
Smothering the concern with poison food

There's a person I call to darken their gleam
I unload my woes lash out and violate them
Then in turn relieve and ascend my own esteem

Crash:

There's a switch that I hit to make the room go dark
A lonely corner awaits my demise
I choose this cavern to tear me apart

There's a switch that I smash to remove all presence
Deleting the criticism that I'm so use to hearing
The sound of my own voice can be so depressing

— The End —