'Depths Of The Soul'
By Raul Cortes Jr. © 7/16/16
I don't look out of it much, I got air-conditioning.
Sometimes I sit out on the stoop under the sun, & glare at the glistening.
I sit at a table during lunchbreak, from inside the diner, I see people walking aside the building.
How long until the changes arrive? I guess time reveals it.
I'm often reminded that too much passion is an opportunity without a win-dow.
The glass is stained without tranquility, painted on it are prickles on the stem of a tint rose.
I grab the pen & paper because that is my prison break.
I create, the body of my work is like a written lake.
I climb out of maximum security fences & swim across the still waters.
I reach the other side singing lullabies, disconnected from the ill quarrels.
No longer surrounded by this engineered corruption.
From the outside looking in, I see a populace that fears destruction.
Views that suggests all things acceptable..
..Are also prone to look at you as rejectable.
Life is full of ironies & double-standards.
It's easy to get lost in the bliss of meaning, only to find no clarification of legitimate answers.
So I strive to understand that which is inevitable.
The celestial being will outlast the terrestrial.
The world relishes in its confusion..
..Because the "terrible God" is not the author of its institutions.
The foundational truth is so cut & dry.
Not many find it, let alone salivate over it, one day it will descend & erupt through the skies.
When I open my eyes, I see the earth engulfed by explosion.
But in reality, I'm just a light resisting darkness in a world that's frozen.
©polo
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