PASSION OF THE WRETCHED HEART

PASSION OF THE WRETCHED HEART

Finds grace in disgrace
Finds hoping in hopeless
Finds strength in weakness
Smiles in lonely mockeries
Finds light in total darkness.

Passion of the wretched heart
Tortures the lonely stubborn thought
Conquers the honest stabbing spears
Like lightning strikes the high creatures
Grinding solids to softness and stillness. 

Passion of the wretched heart
Stays majestically in mysterious
Like an owl singing the evil songs
At the midst of cool and silence night
Creating fears and tears to the ignorant.

Passion of the wretched heart
Soothes the negligible thought
Finds destiny in a vain disarray
Like the dawn illuminating sky
From total darkness and sparks.

Passion of the wretched heart
Covers blood with Holy waters
Outbursts ignitions with screams
Taking pains with smiles of heart
Feelings companion in loneliness.

THE PARCHED SOUL

PARCHED SOUL

Scratches and parches
Fractures and freights
Inceptions with deceptions
A soul in a tattered perceptions.

A soul found refuge in disarray
A fool sound engulfed the way
Triviality false cause dwelt hell
Hell to frail fainting soul to fail.

Scratches of the harden heart
Structured own spoilt patterns
Blinded conviction admittance
Homogenizing and energizing.

Evils ascendance to mount high
Rifles like to shoot the life to die
Making no efforts to escape cage
Erasing shame, hatred and cruelty.

The mystery of the Monastery
In the entity comes Sanctity
Cleansing of the sensing
MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA
MEA MAXIMA CULPA.

ANGELIC CHILDHOOD

ANGELIC CHILDHOOD

Insults explode like electric fire
Fights rise as bullish fight higher
Anger dwells in hollow souled
Shaking vigorously the mankind.

The bitterness of mothers
Smiles fade over soft faces
Daughters now mothers
Mothers now daughters!

The planet would smile
Like the dawn at east
If adults would be kids
Playing the childish games!

Paradise would be at down
If adults would be ignorant
Of the wicked ways and naughty
Learning Biblic vowel n consonant!

Singing the bird songs
Seeking for Puritanism's
Like the white doves at airs
Flying with funny and smiles.

SCINTILLATING PUNGENT HILLSIDE AROMA

SCINTILLATING PUNGENT HILLSIDE AROMA

Anointing descended from beam space
Landing on a land of total whim space
A nose holds and engulfs pungent smell
Like a birth giving mother to exhaling
Screaming and scratching for delivery.

Aroma causing twitters and whimpers
Aroma vengefully cracking scruffy
Fluffy face frightening fox
Frowsty room swallows
Swallows men in vain.

Fetid fluids fell freely from farthest
Splashing vinegary killing vampires
Acrid fluids cure to kill brains
Acidic fluids quench thirsty
Blowing of air curses land.

Scintillating pungent hillside aroma
Tastes bitter, blows in a stubborn corner
Captures humanity in madness and hate
Hate of common garments from ere
Holes open mouths to engulf sparks.

A POEM FROM THE CAVE

A POEM FROM THE CAVE

Once in the cave my light died
A few inches from my face and scared
Scared to enter the rocky mountainside
It was a cave mouth of impenetrable side
Impenetrable blackness shadowed side.

It was dank with dripping water sound
Its general shape, ovoid, walls ridged
Smoothly curved, walls above arched
Hundred feet to giant stalactites bat.

Small, loose stones littered the floor
Causing trip as I got closer to rock face
I shone the beam of my touch ahead
A cave came into view, small entrance.

The cave was built into muddy brown
Brown rock of cliff, stone at entrance
Was jagged uneven, difficult arrangement
I led up a trail created by countless
Countless footprints, obscured by bushes

Entering the cave becoming engulfed
Engulfed in chilling chilly blackness
Underfoot loose stones twisting ankles
The noise of disturbed rocks echoed
Echoed off the dense of dripping waters.