Soul searching- K. B

Soul searching

 
There was
A time
Of blind,
Cold,
Rational
Stuff

There
Was a time
Of mute
Desire.

There was
A time
Of silent
Agony.

There was
A time
When
Thought
Was brought
By little cups
To water
The eyes,

To give consistency
To the world,

To Touch
Feel,
Sleep,
Dream.

They were
Free careless
Thoughts

Then my
Memory
Is blurred

But a fire
Declared
Itself
Burning
The old
Self
To the bone,

Giving
New meat
To the muscles.

When
All was
Consumed,

The pale
Face
Started
Shining

Again
Like
The moon.

The cold bath
Sank into
An embrace
Of divine
Arms.

Love
Became
Possible
And all graces

Would come
To the mind
Like an infused
Harmony,

A magical
Inception

Sending
All doubts
Into the gutter

Before Men
Reached
For the
Newborn
Man-child
To extinguish
His set.

There was
A time
Of cold,
Blind,
Rational
Stuff.

Bread
Had the taste
Of nothingness
Materialized.

The sun
Couldn’t
Lift
The veil
Off of my
Face.

Women
Were
Intellectual
Preys
For
Seduction.

Therefore
I agreed
To pleasing
What really
Matters.

But that’s
The thing,

Matter
Dies
While
The soul
Lives on.
Together
They animate
Eachother:

My bed welcomes
Me,

Words come
Out
Stuttering
Then
Flowing
Like a river
For John
And Jesus,

Baptised
With every
Inch
Of earth
Moistened
Under the
Sweat
Of my feet.

There was
A time
Of blind,
Cold,
Rational
Stuff.

Pizza,
Drinks,
Distractions.

Then, a fire
Declared itself,
Consuming
Everything,

Leaving
But a nest
Where
The phoenix
Lay.

There was
A time
Of blind,
Rational,
Things.

Love
Wasn’t
Coming
Coz’
The dykes
Were too
High,

Too busy
Retaining
The waters
Of childhood

Built
By busy
Adults

To avoid
Awakening
To the real
Issues.

There was
A time
For this,

There was
A time
For that.

I said his
Name aloud
And barriers
Fell
In the span
Of a year
Until Death
Came
To ask
Me

Wether
I was willing
To go on
Or stop
There.

With my
Claws,
I came
Back
To life

Only to be
Sent in jail
( manner of speech)
To meditate
On the experience.

Loneliness
Was my best
Friend,

Mental emotions
Started
To collide.

Big bang was
On it’s way

For my mind
To expand
Like the universe

And reach
For the stars,

For galaxies.

Her love,
His love,

It was precious.

Although living
In a shack.

I could hear
The sounds
Of moaning
Sweet
Upstairs ;

I would
Listen
And let
Desire
Flow

In my body
Born to be
Untouched
Except by thee
And them

Because
Sadly,

A touch
Has become
Agression

Coz’
Sweet
Words
Are
Manipulation

Coz’
Amicability
Is a transgression
To a world
Of robots

Set on their
Course
Of interests
And calculation.

But O feeling !
The real
News
From myself !

 

 

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