High above the clouds I fly
and sigh
seeing a myriad roses
strewn amongst colors
overlapping, exploding
into joy- relief outside my world
of stolen emblems of illusion
momentary joys
dependent responses
the gaze of deluded minds
the nervous laughter, smiles
that have no depth and meaning
temporary pleasures,
vain acquisitions
wanton thoughts running
into each other, appealing
symbiotically, never independent
really, chaotic pushing forward
of ideas, man-made ideas
concocted stories about God
without a stain of
evidence in the lives of those who speak
about things better kept to oneself
while searching, while peeping through the keyhole
of the room of probable mistakes
- ignorance that is poison that brews
anger, lust, jealousy,
pride that comes in seven boxes
divided into three - the inferior,
the superior and the peer - with arrogance,
the worst dealt with
under whose feet breathes quiet, productive
Fear.
(11: 25.A.M. 25 April 2007) _
Joscephine Gomez
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