Cherry blossom – K. B

Cherry blossom

The end scene
Caught me.

Cherry blossomed,
Carried by the wind.

I suffered futile idealistic
Wounds

Coz I couldn’nt meet
The world of my books
In reality.

All the firm tenderness
Was a scam of some
Minds connected to Eden
But deconnected from
Reality.

Since then,
I put some
Genius in recreating
The origins of the
World,

Free and wild.

Strawberries
In the bushes,

Silence,

Meditation,

Love.

But it always fails
Beside on this website.

I’ve searched for fellow
Enchanters

But their flame died.

The butcher from
Above is wealthy

Greedy,

Demanding.

The butchers from
Below too.

In between,
I open gates
Between people,
Worlds,

Feeding on
Anything
The desert
Provides,

Diving my roots
Deep into the soil,

Waiting full days
Without water nor
Food

Along with a foul
And windy
Dirty atmosphere
Where the spirit
Of Life dies

At every ill spoken
Word,

At every crooked
Old man,

At every tired man
Or woman.

In this so-called
Period of abundance,
Only walls are standing.

A mere mineral thing
With no soul
On which the heart
And my head keeps
Banging and Breaking
Making a monster
Of darkness
Out of me
After that the days
Were bright.

War, war,
Clean cut emotions,
The saber of the mind
Is all that remains.

K. B

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