Rip it from my chest
It's beating has no use if it isn't for you
Rip it so finally I can get some rest
It's existence brings me pain so that's the best thing to do
Take it from me,
It's presence brings me nothing but distress
Re-purpose it as something useful like feng shui
Perhaps in a different capacity it's uselessness will impress
Destroy it for me,
Maybe in minute pieces I'll learn to comprehend
The facets that commonly deceive us, might be clearer
The decryption of a human heart will be the means to an end
Burn it,
Finally understanding why pain stings and skin bleeds
Brings me not peace...
Yes clarity is established, but no man can ever accomplish another man's dream without that man
The same way it won't ever beat the same, without you
No sound of a voice could be heard
The sight of the Self quite blurred
As silence into disarray dissolved
And no single truth could be discerned
I need to rise above all that I feel
Reach an inner state of mystic zeal.
*****
A busy bee and a word weaver
Now body feeble and in fever
I could hear the voice of pain
To soothe the aches was in vain
Like a breath caught by the flame
I gasp a fervent prayer and call His name.
*****
The silence, now I broadly see
The pain has been awakening my esprit
Opening my heart to a decryption key
God’s grace and blessings a sea
How wouldn’t I pray and praise?!
As my soul with a granted life rays..
To glance at the jagged hill is a dream
Just as I yearn to amble over its magma flow
Like a million salmon swimming up my bloodstream
I will see the Soufriere Hills, I just know
As the earth vented its seismic frustrations
many fled its tectonic conniption
That migration woke me from deep sedation
And my restless soul underwent a great decryption
There's a certain lure to a place with an "exclusion zone"
That makes me abjure my embrace of an old touchstone
There's a beguiling seduction to unremitting eruption
A smiling effluxion causing me to submit to its disruption
I've been a wayward wanderer
And a sojourner on a quest
I've been a perennial ponderer
And interminably, a seeker suppressed
But the moment I saw Montserrat
even only in a photographic image
I knew this was the place I had sought
to make my greatest pilgrimage
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