Surviving Me

Surviving myself was the hardest task yet. I was on a juncture where I abhorred myself, nonetheless I loved being with me, I couldn't kill me, but living with me was a pain......
For a moment I thought, I was my wife out of an arranged marriage, demanding, non-compliant, and never sufficient. Yet I was always there for me. I truly loved me, but sometimes I was too hard to handle for me.......

The Human Almighty

Unrehearsed I stand here, holding out to the gale;


Bewildered by every little streak of light in the cosmos;


Like a child, I am perturbed, intimidated, afraid;


Mouthing prayers, chanting hymns, calling strength, to see me through
this predicament;


I gape at the sky, with my arms stretched, attempting to usurp that minuscule share of fortune;


I fail, my resilience crumbles, my perseverence schisms, my will cleaves,
my soul dies, my life ceases;


But end eludes me;


Far into the womb of the horizon is see wings of gold, the garb of Archeus; 


I feel the breath of Clover, and the eyes of Utopia;


They embrace my capsizing anima, and fly me high to the Pantheon of 
Prometheus;


I ask myself, is this what immortality really is, in the shape of a divinity embodied within a throbbing bosom ;


I feel a soft voice ushering silence into my anarchic mind, trance
into my inclement heart, quietude into my dystopian soul;


I close my eyes, ignore the pain, ignore the smoke, ignore the bereavement, and stare along into the abyss of my desires;


I see and see nothing more, than you, your halo of love shining bright, your ambrosial smile purging my decadence;


You are consummate, you are the axiom, you are my verve......