Pure Soul

Tossing and Turning, a glaring eye stared from afar, keeping watch until i fell deep in the void of darkness with my consciousness, leaving my soul to wander. Tossing and turning, a glaring eye moved closer and closer to my door, looking deep and lingering its eyes on my body with passion and desire, causing my body to shiver and putting me in a trance. Tossing and Turning, a glaring eye hovered in the room like thick cloud, moving to and fro, causing turmoil in my body and filling the room with sweet savor of incense made with myrrh and burnt lilly flowers. Tossing and Turning, a glaring eye whispered in my ears, "deep deep it shows, deep deep it holds, deep deep it follows, deep deep it swallows". Blood rushing through my veins, heart beating with rhythm and blues, body floating in a river of sweat, bones cracking and popping, electric current flowing through my spine, unpleasant and unfamiliar voice echoing in my ears, for it sounded like storms and many wate...

It was about time of the month where the son of God dined with the church. Wine and unleavened bread were abundant for the poor, disciples and prostitutes. He stretched his hands and sprinkled proverbs and parables on the feast to confuse the multitude. I saw it from afar and burst out with laughter. The crowd was amazed by his presence and enlightenment. So easily his words went overboard, so easily his words went beyond the knowledge of Peter and John. I saw it from afar and burst out with humor, for I was not among the multitudes dining with him, for I was not among the servants serving fish and unleavened bread. I was on the other side of the table, watching from afar. I was the thirteen member of a twelve seated table. I walked to and fro, serving the outlaws and outcasts. I knew eleven disciples on the table but for the twelfth member, I knew him not. He is the leader of the "Moab", dressed in a black gown with six pink and one black girdle around his waist. Each si...

I looked deep in the mirror and saw an image. A dark figure, not my skin color nor my shadow. I saw chaos, an empty figure, darker than the void in the universe. I looked deeper and saw it clearly, a figure so chaotic, it sent a chill down my spine. Incomparable with any skin color on earth, and the void in the universe is no match to this figure. Darker than the heart of the "outcast", for there is no competition between the devil and this figure. This figure, blending his chaos and void in fire and clothing himself with despair. Dining with martyrs and suffering a cause and a cost he and only he brought to himself. Carrying a burden so big, the earth pities him and the heavens mourn him. Imprisoned in his own thoughts and bones, for there is no key hidden in the heavens, on earth or below the bosom of his mother that can save him. His feet are deep rooted in the ground, huge burden on his shoulders, chained with selfishness and misery yet his feet never leave marks o...

I feel powerless, unable to control my feelings and mind. Some say it's OCD, others say it's more powerful than sleeping paralysis. My mind has reach a point of no return. Hard to control my pulses on unnecessary feelings. I look in the mirror and I see a blurry image. Dripping wet with anger and rage. I find no shade to rest upon, i find no shrink to squeeze my mind in a pinhole. My mind is out of control with no remote to control. I think i'm over smart or maybe i think i'm over dumb. Too blind to live in the reality. Living in a fantasy, the glass is so thick and shiny to the extent that i feel there is no amount of reality can break through this fantasy. I walk around the four corners of this fantasy world with a heart full of hymns and symphony but i see no reflection of me, only ladies and porn are my four sided reflection. I can't see myself. I take too much time off my life and dedicate to these reflections and all i get is a mere smile and a never ...

Oh son of man, how cruel thou art. You dip your hands in the holy water and masturbate to the forbidden fruit. How cruel is your mind to find pleasure from lesbians having sex under the alter of God. Cunning is found within you. You blame your creator for putting insatiable pleasure within you, yet you find shade and pleasure in the moaning of lesbians. God should forgive you. Insanity and cunningness are your clothes. You found love in Jezebel, hoping you will get a threesome one day but her pussy juice is meant for you alone to drink. You abandon the holy water and blood your creator gave you and chose to bath between the thighs of lesbians and Jezebel. How cruel thou art son of man, you were once a morning star but Lucifer took it from you. You became a moon. You appear every night to seduce the children of God to worship you and watch your unholy lesbians perform their duties as usual. Oh evening moon, how seductive you have become, you have gone to the ends of the unruly world ...