Becoming a slave to my own paradise,
Becoming clingy to my own disregarded appetites,
Becoming a prisoner of my own created prison,
Becoming lonesome in my own crowd.
Recognising something lethal,
Pouring out something eternal,
Bearing some dirt of civilisation,
Tearing apart the burden of my own existence.
I've created my own traps,
Living forever in my own satire.
No appeal on the docket today;
I crave the unseens.
When the sins are unseen,
What verdicts can there be?
When the prisoner is the judge,
Is he called a metaphor of his own book?
So I've hold my head up high—
Hiding hatred that burns inside.
Perhaps this is not the last;
Perhaps this is an endless circle.
Is there a stellar orb that’s last,
beyond beyonds of cosmic vast?
I can’t imagine such a thing,
no matter where my thoughts take wing,
for always there would be one more
at least, if not an endless store.
Yet let my flight of fancy soar,
through door beyond the furthest door
and plumb the muses’ reservoir
where heavens’ portals are ajar
by searching yon the farthest star
to where celestial dreamers are
with everlasting repertoire.
Oh I would wave a wishing wand
o’er stars beyond the last beyond,
and sail the seas of welkin’s realm
undaunted by the waves that whelm
with vision to perceive unseens
beyond illusion’s shrouding screens.
~ Harley White
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This was newly written for a poetry contest on All Poetry with the same name as my poem's title…
I have lived a long and happy life
With many friends and lovers too
And now I only cleave to you
And I am tired with all this strife
I would seek peace of mind
with all desires left far behind;
But I am confused by my desire.
It clouds my vision as smoke before a fire.
Desire takes so many forms
And like the burning fire which warms
Cannot ever find satisfaction
As all that’s in its path meets only destruction
There has to be a way
of removing all desire
and so achieving peace.
Is death the only option?
I am distraught. This cannot be
‘Seek My path’ says He
who is eternal, alpha and omega.
He says ‘ I am your Lord Dispater
I am the God of all creation
Bow down before me
For you are free
Let me feel your exaltation
Fear not death
they see you not before your birth
And after death invisible again
You are seen between two unseens
why in this truth find sorrow
Embrace the peace of death my son
All sorrows left
Desire is conquered
No more strife.’
No and again No! I have defined
I’ll not accept this so called god, primitive
He is but a product of my mind
My life is mine and I choose to live
As they appear, in an admirable suit
A reflection, it hides behind the screens
Bound to surprise all trespassing
With others turning green eyed
Onlookers might yern for
Certainly there is a wrath for them all
Classic and flashy but in
Are the unseens
At a lick, it ticks to detonate
Drivers are worth fancy
For there lies the speed of content
Down I go, to eye all fall to them
Beauty though appeals
Inner strenght of character apleuds
Nothing is as good or bad as it seems
The best comes from within not without
©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah
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