Monday’s poem, March 10th, 2014
WITH INSPIRATION COMES STANDARD OF ASPIRATIONS
Bitter-sweet taste, chlorophyll of blood, mixed with an exclamation and doubts, circulating through this Heart and his veins; aloof in nature, you cannot be glad since the feelings boiling with-in this verse cannot be deterred nor determined. Love!
ANGER UNLEASHED ITS FURY AT HUNGER AND THIRST EVER SINCE SIN ENTERED OUR FLESH.
Hunger unleashed its anger at The Knowledge of Good and Evil ever since sins corrupted our hearts. Sex. It sells out bodies from the fullness of their Souls. Vagabond spirits, shattered by the seconds, just died Eternally. There are so many substantial questions that will never be answered, until we are no more. Perplexed… And puzzled about the usefulness of sex, children reproduced by the couple and then by the dozen. Mud of a world, we have accepted something like a mess; dear past, why can’t time be frozen? Missing piece, not knowing that God believes in order, evolution went after missing links as we blink. And as we did so by the second, we tasted that bitter-sweet blood and chlorophyll, corrupting our buds. But blood is life, as we find ways like arteries, we admit that chlorophyll is too but not as much!
© Christian D. Koumtog