I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.
What is the ultimate Goal?
To make it pass the North Pole
I ready my ship and pack containers of food
An icy expedition, chilling and cruid
How will I make it pass the military, I did not think this through
Should I tell them I am from the other plains and hope they let me through?
I plan my next step, my actions on what to do
The North Pole with its icy walls, there is no way to go under
Operation high jump may probably help us scale this barrier
Frozen giants rest under these steels of ice
And other planes dead celebrities continue their lives
Earth is just a planet, a plane of land on a much larger scale
I have to make it over, I cannot afford to fail
I have to see Bob and Elvis and hope they are singing on another plane
It is going to be hard to pass but i am willing to suffer the pain
Flat, horizontal, waters of God over our heads
Unknown beings and creatures, mental motions instead
This is the land where saucers are made
Where government hides the truth and feeds us a facade
These icy walls keeps blocking the truth
Man a commodity now, being harvested and destroying the roots
They tell us rockets go out space, such lies the feed
When all this time all we have to do is sail the waters to other beings
i have heard and I have answered the call
The voice which told me to have forever life, I must make it pass this wall.
© 2018 Clive Williams