The Mind Of The Matter
It's been ages,i say with shame,that I have actually written anything,anything at all. Not that there wasn't anything worth writing,i've had an eventful time in the last 9 months it was a terrible sense of mental laziness and a fear of going through the labor of childbirth all over again.Good news is,i could write down something tonight,and however incoherent it might appear(it does..it will in a short time) i would like to believe it will hand me back the only thing I do with heart. All apologies if you tend not to like it dear reader :P
Far from the confines of the skull
Floating,fearless,not swimming
(Swimming speaks to me of death in hushed whispers)
Misty-eyed in a swirl of lucid consciousness
In an ocean,in The Ocean
Of love,hatred,pain.hemorrhage,gangrene,and of Love
I had a bird's-eye view of the Cage.
My cage,strong,slouched,robust,dark
Lit scorching by the eyes,the penis and the pineal
And strengthened by layer upon layer
Of bones,muscles,corpuscles,greed,lust,exam grades and greed
Purely meek,like the dense mass of vermin that line up the neighbourhood vat
Purely weak,such that every puff of consciousness,every breath
Of salvation,tore apart the ribs and the spongy dark red blackness within
Crushed,like dreams,like castles built in hostile beaches
Like dreams that lived in the castles,like memories
Of the hands that built those castles,crushed meekly
And I wondered how I fit into it all this while
I have been a misfit all through.
Floating in wave after wave of clarity
Thinking,becoming the thought, in vast swathes of omniscience
Fast losing the long nurtured sense of self,scared and eyeless
I looked for a fellow Mind
Instead I saw the genesis of the cage and its kin.
The eyes were meant to see and rate
The good,the bad and the ugly of other cages
And pile strata of tailormade truth
Eyeless,the Truth is singular outside the cage
The truth is She
The core and whole of it all,the cages and what is left
All dreams,pain,laughter and hissing pain
End up,and begin,to end up again in her
Like the sea that returns all that it takes,the sea itself
Dissolves,merges and forms in her.
Marijuana,Camos,Pink Floyd,dead cells
The cycle of karma and emancipation
Anger,lust,greed,gluttony,blasphemy,wrath--the purest and the fiercest
move meekly in and keenly out of her
As She undoes all creation,to create again
with her pets ying and yang.
And before I slept off to falsehood again
Before the doors of my cage were to open
I screamed into the walls that were She
" She is the truth "--is only half true
The truth is She.
And since I saw the whole of her,I could'nt make out a face
And since I've been searching without knowing what
And I feel thirsty all the time.
Far from the confines of the skull
Floating,fearless,not swimming
(Swimming speaks to me of death in hushed whispers)
Misty-eyed in a swirl of lucid consciousness
In an ocean,in The Ocean
Of love,hatred,pain.hemorrhage,gangrene,and of Love
I had a bird's-eye view of the Cage.
My cage,strong,slouched,robust,dark
Lit scorching by the eyes,the penis and the pineal
And strengthened by layer upon layer
Of bones,muscles,corpuscles,greed,lust,exam grades and greed
Purely meek,like the dense mass of vermin that line up the neighbourhood vat
Purely weak,such that every puff of consciousness,every breath
Of salvation,tore apart the ribs and the spongy dark red blackness within
Crushed,like dreams,like castles built in hostile beaches
Like dreams that lived in the castles,like memories
Of the hands that built those castles,crushed meekly
And I wondered how I fit into it all this while
I have been a misfit all through.
Floating in wave after wave of clarity
Thinking,becoming the thought, in vast swathes of omniscience
Fast losing the long nurtured sense of self,scared and eyeless
I looked for a fellow Mind
Instead I saw the genesis of the cage and its kin.
The eyes were meant to see and rate
The good,the bad and the ugly of other cages
And pile strata of tailormade truth
Eyeless,the Truth is singular outside the cage
The truth is She
The core and whole of it all,the cages and what is left
All dreams,pain,laughter and hissing pain
End up,and begin,to end up again in her
Like the sea that returns all that it takes,the sea itself
Dissolves,merges and forms in her.
Marijuana,Camos,Pink Floyd,dead cells
The cycle of karma and emancipation
Anger,lust,greed,gluttony,blasphemy,wrath--the purest and the fiercest
move meekly in and keenly out of her
As She undoes all creation,to create again
with her pets ying and yang.
And before I slept off to falsehood again
Before the doors of my cage were to open
I screamed into the walls that were She
" She is the truth "--is only half true
The truth is She.
And since I saw the whole of her,I could'nt make out a face
And since I've been searching without knowing what
And I feel thirsty all the time.
