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The rain keeps coming, 
Masking tears of despair, and rivers of agony
Seem in no hurry to crest
In this orb that is my world, I stand in frozen animation
As I listen to the venom of tangled tongues and crooked lips
Then hear the critique of the man in the street
I stop to analyze and find that nothing is said, just a horde 
Of ghastly lies
My heart grows heavy, and my chest tightens.
As anger builds, my lungs feel the fire of the now forsaking 
Breath,  the pain is real, 
And I contemplate my fate

In this world of mine   

The sun is sad and the moon weeps, 
And the walls inch closer. 
As my neck plays a melody of twisting knots,  my shoulders 
Feel as if stomped by the passion of a flamenco dance. 
As my temples lament the torment of this harrowing crescendo.
From a place called malice and rage, hate and contempt
Send bouquets, 
But in the glory of this floral splendor, lies deceit, 
The bewitching fragrance of the day. 
And serpents of a human Ilk, their minds filled with disdain and 
Spite, come to feed upon my life, 
As their minions nibble, 
I question my sanity

In this world of mine

Is the theatre of suffering,
Where shadows of rage cloak, a dominion of corruption,
And evil keeps a watchful eye, 
And vultures with hearts bitter and cold, stalk, 
As if waiting for a carrion to be born, that a feast may begin. 
And in this presence of immorality,
Void is the integrity of soul. 
As I listen to the wind, I hear the voice of purpose, 
And in the verses of the night, Is the message of the day
And the lessons taught, 
Are real 

In this world of mine

As this deluge of decadence baths a candid soul, 
I strive to be freed, from the afflictions
Of being.  
And amid the craving for contentment, I beg, 
For deliverance, 
And rest my fate at the foot of the mountain, for there
Lies truth.  
In my meditation, eager I am to see behind the light
And reconnect with the presence within,
For it is there that I hear the sunshine in your voice,
And see the laughter in your eyes.
It is there that courage is present, and I am fraught with the 
Effervescence of your smile, 
And your face is vibrant
And passion enriches me, 
And I, am reborn

In this world of mine


Earl S. Jackson

July 2014
Copyright © 2014 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.
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