Faustus

Faustus was an inquisitive man Obsessed with a burning desire To feel see and understand The secrets of God’s universe He was not afraid to make a deal With the power that can make him feel Omnipotent standing on the mountaintop With the whole world under his feet In the Himalayan highest hidden spot Enveloped in eerie silence sinking In the clouds in full moons shine He saw the universe widespread In a plain pattern in front of his sight Like a canvas of a primitive artist Expressing the longings of his heart In a few simple strokes of a brush And hectic colors swiftly layered On top of each other in a way He could see the pattern Slowly and painfully emerging Through the surface of abstract Landscape of shapes and forms Intertwining in emerging storm Created by his racing mind He can feel his heart beating In this colorful pulsating pattern That was brought to being The night he made a fatal deal For the price, he could not afford His suffering soul became homeless And lost forever in the outskirts Of the abandoned world forever lonely He desired to reduce the unbearable Complexity of the world around To the simplicity of a human mind So, he could savor it and understand In his lonely cell inaccessible to the world And open only to his racing mind Not even his heart was allowed To enter the forbidden realm Of unknown scary threatening world That he was discovering slowly Inside his incognito psyche Faustus desperately wanted to know And understand the mysteries Of the infinite timeless world Imprisoning it in his mind Like a butterfly flying away Locking it in the darkness Of his lonely cold ascetic cell With glassy eyes staring The magnificent pattern of the wings Of the monarch butterfly Getting lost in his own drunken Desire that made him high Like an addict who can’t stop Just a thought that he is the one Can savor the secrets hidden from men In thick darkness protecting him From anyone else glancing at them By the morning with light reaching The window and squeezing inside Through the metal rusted bars Of his soul’s prison that he built For himself the moment when He invited dark powers to come Mephistopheles stepped inside In white angels' alluring disguise And collected his ultimate prize