Tag: Soul

Back to Hell?

My mind’s not quite right
Jumping from night to bright
Mild depression to hypomania
Return to my castle in WTFania?

where the screams of WTF!!! never cease

Duality
Is me
I have not felt this way
Writing the whole day
For such a long time
It should be a crime
To feel so good
But this blog isn’t about that
Touch wood

The dark night
Returneth?
I know it’s coming
I can feel my soul cry
My place in hell
Not of my own making
It is Him

I know why He does it
But I can’t stand it
I’ve been in tranquil dusk
For too long
The glory of the sunset
I must enjoy it
While it lasts
Don’t know how fast
My soul will be damned…
Temporarily

Duality
Remember?

it’s always temporary (I hope)

Will I spend the night searching
For light
Will I spend the night sleeping
In the blight
Where death surrounds me
Can I ever be free?

Am I a monster?
A freak?
Why subject me to this
When all I can do is leak
Blood and ink?

What would it be like
To live normally
Have a family
9-5 routine
Happy dinner time
Two girls and a boy
I’ll buy them toys
But not too many
Don’t want to spoil them

A wife I could talk to
About anything I wanted
And she’d nod
Even if she couldn’t understand
And I’d know
And she’d know I knew
But we’d still be happy
Because the things we could understand
About each other
Were much more important
Than anything else

To have someone I could count on
Who could count on me
Sharing strength
A happy family

Instead
You send me to hell
And make me marry
My thoughts of despair
In the hope
That I’ll find some light there
Or am I just fooling myself
To make sense of this pain?

I know that I cannot be happy
But fooling myself into believing
That I can light a lamp
With a matchsick
I found
While fumbling around
In Hell
May not be so bad

I say farewell to the Bantam Sky Twins

Illumination fills me as I listen to the twins
Perception hits me, now broadened out by their eloquence
I decide to speak, interaction springing from mind’s leak
I begin to speak, ideation past silence’s peak

“Oh wise err… foetuses,” I falter at the start
“You think of the soul as something within body
Your arguments have thus far been so very smart
But you’re still looking at the soul with physical tangibility

What if that were not the case, this idea we erase
View: bodies within soul, rather than soul within body?

Assume: the existence of many souls without
Then the existence of many spirits within
Each soul filled with myriad sprites, soul their redoubt
Each soul/spirit fusion leading to physical manifestation

Just like Mother Earth brings forth varied forms of life physically
All born on one planet, yet displaying variability
Different from the life on Jupiter
So different even from each other

The Sky Twins have grown quiet
I think they’re distressed
It is nearly here
The time of their birth
The Sky Mother shoos me away
I apologise and wish her good day

[Poem] Spirit Walker

Hey curandero, hear my soul call

Can you heal me with your wherewithal

Shaman, Bridgewalker, have you ever walked under?

Would you risk a quick little soul sunder?

 

Bring your totems, you’ll need them all

Boa, Puma, Dolphin and especially Condor

Build up your strength to stare into Jaguar’s eyes

If you think you’ll break, I’ll let you go with a sigh

 

Hey Ms. Curandera, do you think you can help me?

I’m stuck between worlds that even you can’t see

Will your herbs and brews, your smoke and chants, help you free me

From Abzu’s cold cold grasp… His heartless clasp.

From the white cloaked giant wearing the nine dotted face mask

Into whose arms I ventured most foolishly

Choose quickly, as time grows short

May this song find my one last shot.

 

Tartarus woos my soul, with tunes most dear

Come quickly, before I veer!

I have already killed Python who stood in your path

Call to Boa and Condor when you see the Jaguar’s heart.

 

Image: Curandera by Ricardo Ortega

Music: Impromptu2 by me and my  Yamaha c40