LOST..

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Nothing and I repeat nothing,makes this tedious happening called life as cumbersome as finding oneself.Simply said,finding yourself is difficult,strange and slow..so slow that many fall of this road called life without getting there.Few of us know ourselves and plenty wallow drunk in this search.I for one aknowledge it that I am more lost than found and I meet so many like me.
This next set of poems is all about a lost soul,one that is painfully trying to find its true essence in life..
"Before you find yourself you have to lose yourself"
Find yourself.Soon.

1.AROUND US:

IF PAIN AND HATE
TEARS AND BLOOD ARE
RECYCLED SO MUCH ON ONE
THAT IT BECOMES THEM,
FOR EVEN THE SOFTEST CAN EVOLVE
INTO ROCK HARD BEASTS,
CAN THEY CHANGE BACK?

IN THE WOMB OF OUR MOTHER
WE SIT SO SAFE AND COMFORTABLE.
IT IS IN THOSE DAYS THAT INNOCENCE
IS TRULY INNOCENCE,CLOUDY WHITE PURITY.
IF THE STATE OF INNOCENCE AND PURITY
CAN JUST BE CARRIED AHEAD,NOT ERODED,WOULDN'T IT BE A PACIFYING THING?

BUT AGAIN ONE WILL NEVER KNOW PAIN
UNTIL YOU EXPERIENCE IT,LIKE HURT;
ITS FELT NOT TALKED ABOUT.
BEING A PART OF LIFE THAT NO MORTAL
HAS CONTROL OVER,TEARS AND HATE
IT SEEMS WILL KEEP RESIDING AROUND US
LIKE AIR FROM THE ALL KNOWING ONE.


2.MOST DANGEROUS MAN:

IT WAS LATE,VERY LATE
AND THE TOWN WAS DESERTED.
I KNEW THE DANGEROUS MAN
HE WAS AFTER ME,RELENTLESSLY.
MY BRISK WALK
SUDDENLY BROKE INTO A RUN,A RUN FOR DEAR LIFE.
I STOPPED AT A SHOPS VERANDA
AND GLANCED AT THE BEAUTIES INSIDE,
TO MY HORROR I SAW HIM.
I RAN AS FAST AS I COULD TO NOWHERE.
I RAN INTO A CITY ZOO,SCARY PLACE.
I THOUGHT IT WAS PEACEFUL
SINCE NO ONE ELSE WAS AROUND.
THE LIONS SNAKES AND CROCODILES
ALL STARED AT ME,BUT I WASN'T AFRAID
THEY WERE CAGED ,HE WASN'T
THEN I SAW THE POISONOUS MAMBA,
BEHIND THE GLASS
AND MY HEART STOPPED,HE WAS THERE,I COULD NEVER HIDE.
HE WAS ME.

3. PLEASURABLE TEMPTATIONS:

WHY DO I ALWAYS SUCCUMB TO TEMPTATION?
WHY IS THAT A MINUTE OF IMMEASURABLE PLEASURE
CARRIES WITH IT EONS OF SELF HATE?
AND WHY SHOULD SIN BE AS SWEET AS WILD HONEY?

FIGHTING AND WINNING TEMPTATIONS JUST PASSES
IT DOESN'T GIVE ME THE UTMOST HAPPINESS.
BUT SUCCUMBING TO TEMPTATION IS ECSTASY
ONLY THAT THE AFTER SHOCK IS LIKE BILE ON DRY TONGUE.
IS IT REALLY A SIN IF IT BRINGS WITH IT INTENSE PLEASURE?
ONLY TO MAKE ONE SELF-PITEOUS AND WORTHLESS.
I WISH ALL THAT WAS WRONG BUT FELT RIGHT WAS RIGHT
AND THE WRONG OF IT WOULD JUST MELT AWAY..

I WISH I COULD FIGHT AND WIN THESE TEMPTATIONS
BUT MY MURKY CONSCIENCE POSSES GREAT STRENGTH,
TOO GREAT FOR MY WEAK BODY.
FOR THIS MY FLESH FEELS GOOD BUT MY SOULWILTS AWAY..

peace!

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