Destiny Williams Poet Blank verse

Waiting

we talk about existence 
like we talk about
the concept of time
trying to encode our souls 
in something 
we do not believe in

patterns seem to 
make rings around 
the heart of the flesh
the soul of the wind

my lips stay loose 
for the right words 
to slip its way through

but what is a thought
but a creation we waited for 

but what is a thought 
but a creation that we are waiting for
…because waiting is the message of Creation

we write with existential pens
we love with an 
intensity the heavily depends
on the input-output 
laws of equilibriums

can we really see?
can we really feel?
can we really exist?

my flesh becomes 
a reason to hate myself
and to hate myself 
becomes a reason to breathe

i want to be broken 
without the feeling of insecurity

but God wants broken vessels.
that’s what the past said to me….
”I am a broken vessel.”

God is a broken vessel

so we twist our fingers to
match the rhythm of the pulse
so we lose our minds
to erase the words that made up
the original thought

and I continue to find myself
to find God
to leave clues for the past life 
to find God the Moment.
No One Attending Will Ever Be The Same…..

-Destiny the Poet

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Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu October 25, 2013 at 5:34 PM Yeah an excellent poem,nicely created. Welcome to poetrysoup,here is a safe haven where u unleash your talents and have them sharpen by the wonderful older soupers here. Alwaz, Bob-based on beliefs.