This poem contains references to some of my old ones. If you ever got those, you'll get this one too! :)
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The flame of sin slowly subsides,
As truth slips beneath the mask,
That realization have I dawned upon,
The macaw, I thought, was a distant
dream,
The soul, I thought, was reposed as it
seemed,
But alas!
The rein of sin has never been tighter,
The guilt, while I knew, has always
been lighter.
A call of the unknown psyche,
From the depths of the widest hell,
A gallant shore, I thought, it had
touched,
An answer heard, that seemed pure and
true-,
was a cruel joke that vanity had
brewed.
The cloak reminds me of its growing
fondness,
The cliffs tell their tale of pride,
Have I yet to set out and conquer,
A run, that seemed to evade the mind..
Clarity flutters along the crimson
band,
The will to fight, joins in hand,
Renewed vigor is the seed sown fresh,
On the lam, to flourish in flesh.
A pattern, as I see, life concocts,
That, which bonds with the lyrics of
the past,
How astounding, for a human to err,
Undulating akin to a mammoth curl…
The oil of lust all dries out,
The flames of sins all die out,
The thirst to fight has never been
stronger,
A crusade that now titillates the soul
deeper..
I light up the milieu as the dew
whistle behind,
For I know, the haze of sin will perish
in time,
Engulfed is the psyche in the flame I
ignite,
Peace is the pledge from this flare so
bright….
aeroyogi
25-11-11
