john tiong chunghoo - A book

these page-locked words
that imprision the world within
each turned page
an opened door to paradise
where we meet friends
without seeing them
witnessing their smiles, tears,
all in the quiet of the mind
or a journey to hell
where we pound our heads against wall
only to find the quiet moon
at the barred window
glaring at our stupidity
the mighty ocean of the human mind
each of these page locked words
oozes into,
soak up characters
as each trudges in
the mind that turns each word
into gold
or handcuffs it into bondage
the world rocks with each turned page
a ship in tempest ocean
an eagle gliding in the clear blue sky
for good, for bad
a newly created angel awaits his trial
for all the imprisoned words on the shelves
an opened door at the deepest recess of my mind
where they could stand in a new line
to meet a new world
for good for bad

inspired by

A Book
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
Emily Dickinson

john tiong chunghoo

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