Treasure Island

Allan Gerard


You draw are conclusions and they look like what you believe
So I ask, what do you know?
That you are here and doing what?
Reading over these words

They are creating images within your mind
and you watch the scenes as they take place
Racing on stage to get to their proper positions
In order to portray a portrait of a memory conveyed

I lead and you follow because that is what I do
Maybe I get tired of leading
So I'll let you lead for a bit
Teach me something I don't know

I'm as ignorant as I am wise
In other words you could say otherwise
So our lives and loves are defined by
A series of memories being remembered

While we in this infinite imagination
Are imagining that we are more than reality
Truthfully you don't know what I really mean
But that's ok, because honestly, neither do I

Submitted: Tuesday, August 05, 2014
Edited: Saturday, August 09, 2014

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I'm trying to stimulate a part of your mind that you might overlook.

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  • Anthony Di''anno (8/25/2014 7:11:00 AM)

    I get a strong sense of being completely lost and reacting to every sound, every source of light. Following them, darting back and forth, some lead to their extinction, others to mirror balls that cascade over the fields and hills.

    Everything man requires to live fully and freely carefully placed, hidden in chaos. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (8/20/2014 9:30:00 PM)

    Our imagination is infinite and the whole creation is floating in the great ocean. Grand write. Thanks for share. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/13/2014 1:09:00 PM)

    Once again a thought provoking poem. I agree with what you wanted to tell. Reality is very far away from us. But we feel we are real as the pains and all the sensations we can feel as well. Here we visualises our body more than soul which is only real. But the wounds, and the changes which occurs in our body is only felt by us but we cannot feel our soul, that is bitter truth. When we tell I, means, most of people refer as body and cremation of body is done but not of soul. I am not gone much deeper into meditation, but I am trying to grasp. Even many times, I am unable to accept the reality. This is bitter truth of life.
    I loved the message which you wanted to convey. Thanks for sharing with us. (Report) Reply

  • Mihaela Pirjol (8/8/2014 4:04:00 AM)

    I believe everyone perceive that - we are more than reality - sometimes. I guess...we fear the Unknown.Great write! (Report) Reply

  • Nika Mcguin (8/7/2014 5:10:00 PM)

    In one fell swoop you defined the interminglings of poetry and life. I also I really enjoyed the directness of this poem. I like that it literally is directed at every and anyone who reads it. You don't have to be from any particular walk of life to become an active part of this poem because it engulfs its readers one by one and bluntly conveys it's message to them. Very creative ^^

    ~Nika (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (8/7/2014 5:58:00 AM)

    OUR LIVES AND LOVES ARE DEFINED BY A SERIES OF MEMORIES REMEMBERED. That's very precisely phrased, and there is a lot of truth in it. Remembering itself is an activity which is going to change feelings over time. And memories themselves are not static. On Tues. you recall something you failed to mention earlier on Sun, in your dream recall. And then you really need a third party to keep both people focused on accuracy. (Report) Reply

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