Identifying bodies
On a show like C.S.I.,
On scars and beauty marks
Or dental fillings did rely.
Our bodies, every one unique,
Have freckles, dots and lines,
Arranged haphazardly in ways
That DNA designs.
Though nowadays the morgue has
More at hand from which to choose,
For it must be much easier
To track down one’s tattoos.
If desire be the causation of our action
Having roots in dissatisfaction
Requiring movement from here to there
Failing to see God everywhere
Know that we are enmeshed in delusion
Ego urge being the motivation
07-October-2020
You talked about me when I passed by,
You said I’m so girly when I standby,
I shake it, fake it but still you see it,
You said I am sassy when I am making it.
You talked about me when I just said it,
You said I’m so softy when I talked it.
I make, twist it but still you see it,
You said I am touchy when I am holding it.
You talked about me when I dance it,
You said I’m so comfy when I move it.
I look it, jump it but still you see it,
You said I’m so gay when I stared it.
You talked about me when I’m denying it,
You said I’m a movable cad when I’m forging it.
I say it, tell it but still you it.
You said I’m different when I rued it.
All I can say is I’m so sure with myself,
I’m happy enough as long as I don’t hurt myself.
What they see is what they all get.
Identifying me is something that they can’t get.
Slipping into a burning dream
Within the silence, within disease
The past and future undeclared
Proclaimed a reason to never care
Witness nothing in this place
The secret emptiness of space
Beyond my portrait; past this night
There hides a passion to kill the light
Sliding into deserted shame
Within the nothing, within the pain
The ways I see you in my mind
Leaves such hatred left inside
Witness only the thing I am
The creature no-one understands
And through the painting of my soul
This grand illusion will only grow
Fading into the broken scene
The monster carving this burning dream
Solely focused on painting lies
Its eyes absorbing my dying light
Soul now shimmers, wakes my heart
The creature crawling into the dark
And every monster I’ve ever been
Is purified by the truth I’ve seen