Catharsis – K.B

Catharsis

 
Catharsis,
Sounds like
A fucking
Flower.

I saw wild
Fields
With red poppies,
« Just a little white
With the dust ».

I saw Alicia
Singing
Her heart out,

Conveying
Love like
A precious
Merchandise.

My heart
Was set free
Again.

It was violent,
Like poison
Being sucked
Out by expert
Lips ;

The one’s that
Never fall
On mine
But in my ears.

The bent body
Is undulating
With love
On me,

The violence
They inflict
Is cerebral.

Now, everything
Is heartfelt

The brain’s energy
Is going down
To the chest,

The rationality
Is finally dying.

Silence is finally
Offering itself
Along with real
Plenitude.

Dirty world !
Where everything
Must be reasoned,

Are we lovers
being extinct ?

I remember
My first real
Emotion.

It really,
Really
Did put
Me in motion…

7 years of writing
And more to come …

Of course,

The blunt demons
Are testing
My cleaned mind
With their evil

But for Christ’s sake,

The love must pour
Itself somewhere.

Girls tricked me.

Heaven is a lonely
Pleasure

Reserved,
Kept only
For my eyes,

Yours as well.

How oft have I been
Sitting in meditation
In the shadow
Of a tree
With a river
At my feet
Gurgling
Through
The meadows,

O peace !

 

 

K.B
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