Wastelands E-Book

Darren Hobson

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

From the silent, incomprehensible Void before time began, to the fiery Spark that ignited creation, Wastelands embarks on an epic poetic odyssey through the universe and humanity's tumultuous journey. This isn't just a collection of poems; it's a meticulously crafted narrative that traces existence from its earliest, formless moments, through the miraculous birth of Allotment Earth and the first stirrings of life. Prepare to witness the grand cosmic dance, the delicate balance of nascent ecosystems, and the profound miracle of life taking hold in a chaotic, evolving universe.
But as the story progresses, a darker truth emerges. Wastelands fearlessly confronts the human element, exploring the rise of civilization, the allure of power, and the devastating consequences of our choices. Through themes like the Anthropocene's environmental toll, the persistent Bloodshed In War, and the societal Meltdown born from greed and division, the collection exposes the "psychedelic psychosis" of a humanity grappling with its own destructive impulses. It's a poignant exploration of our Unfulfilled Dreams and the paths we've chosen, leading us to question the very essence of progress.
Ultimately, Wastelands culminates in a stark, unforgettable vision of humanity's potential demise, returning to the Void from which it began. Yet, within this apocalyptic panorama, the enduring question of love persists—its triumphs, its failures, and its inexplicable power in the face of annihilation. This collection by an innovative indie poet promises a surprising and deeply reflective experience, inviting readers to contemplate the fragility of existence and the timeless battles waged within the human heart.

Leseprobe

Darren Hobson

Wastelands

Dedicated to the love of my life, who brought me back from the brink of my own war and paved me a new destiny.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Void.

It was just the beginning

Or so they said

And now we look before us

Long before the beginning

Had ever begun

Standing here in nothing

We shouldn’t really be

In here, ever

This is before anything began

Everything is pure

In this vacuum

In this space

In this vast expanse

Of nothing

This is too much to comprehend

Too much nothing makes nothing

We can’t start to understand

The void

Without life

Without cosmos

Without stardust

Totally dark

Weightless

Anonymous

Heartless

No more or less

How can this be our past?

When there is no source

Nothing is visible

Nothing is endless

The void without light

The void without science

The void is nameless

Without our presence

Nothing can be measured

As measuring is not heard of

We cannot weigh up the scene

Because weight hasn’t become

This place is not thought of

As there is nothing here to think

This is vast and wondrous

No galaxies no stars

No Milky Way or Mars

No constellations not even a planet

Just an empty void of nothing

Vacuum

No distance A to B

Nothing solid

Nothing free

Nothing turning

Nothing burning

No periodic table of elements

No masterminds

No intelligence

Just a space, void of everything

Beautiful and elegant

It is far beyond our grasp

It is far away in our past

We cannot bear the thought of it

To imagine it is out of our grasp

There are no black holes

There are no single colours

The whole design of the universe

Has yet to be drawn

The whole era of what we now know

Has yet to be born

Nothing filed, nothing stored

Nothing pictured, nothing scored

No risk no hazard

No end of the world

Nothing nuclear

Just all peculiar

Just nothing

A void

A vacuum

How can our story start here?

How can civilization be born here

With nothing to stand on

And nothing to hold you up

Nothing to grab you from floating away

No gravity to keep you grounded

No technology nothing divine

No atmosphere no cloud nine

No heaven or hell

No dynamic wizards spell

Just something endless

Just something timeless

Just nothing

Void

It is so hard to describe

But what I see is so poetic

It is tasteless and fruitful

And so energetic

Knowing what we know now

It is so orgasmic seeing this

This great bunch of nothing at all

Is so unreal but nothing amiss

It is like waiting for the first kiss

And waiting for lightning to strike

It is like sitting on a mountain top

Watching the day turn to night

We can look back on a memory

And remember what was before

Laughing at our paranoia and doubts

Getting stronger than before

All those feelings that came true

All of the what ifs before the me and you

All of the void I now see before me

Reminds me of our darker days

Before the glory of the story

And all of the love we made

Knowing from this void

Came many beautiful things

Our brightest engineering feats

Can never be compared to this

To build something you need structure

You need the will and some balls

So how can all life as we now know it

Be born from nothing at all?