FLOW (Subtitled MIHALYI CSIKSZENTMIHALYI, he is the researcher at the University of Chicago who has devoted his career to what he has come to call “flow” or the feeling of enjoyment that comes from losing yourself in an engrossing activity. Let yours be Poetry!)
Aberrant thoughts, deviating from the Epicenter of logics, remain still… Please be… Be still; that is why this bulwark is being built, it’s made of steel!
Thou shalt not waste your Gifts in vain, dear Muse of old, the new you steal. My Dream is to liberate the enslaved Spirits of those who searched for the Way.
All these pretenders claim to own and know the Ultimate Truth… Lies… But what is that one Way that will lead you and I to that Truth and Eternity defied?
My Mind is my burg. It is everlasting. Your Soul’s beauty is my agony, it’s wreathed. We ran so fast that we started mumbling and rambling, we were short… No breath! SHE IS MY BETTER-HALF Aberrant thoughts, intensified by the hour, what is Love that we want is so much? Dear deviating emotions, my feelings dwell in the Epicenter of logics, remain still… Hearts of water where blood is Life, Walls, worrit not strong Hearts to steal!
I AM HER BETTER HALFWiled Soul full of lyrics… Relationships can be devastating, they aren’t all full of perfections. Here are the thoughts, I will write you the greatest of love songs. Dear Heart, Be still; that is why this bulwark is being built, it’s made of steel!
© Christian Djimra Koumtog