THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[UnbornBuddha]

Staring inside a pond,
Hearing the swans cry a song
Of being and its divine façade;
The contorted two face side of God
Outlined by white light and final thoughts.
Peer into the eternal blue sky and sob
Rain begins pouring from the eye above.
Wine and rum wash away the painful moments
That engulfed me in the totality of faceless torment
Convincing me my guardian angel is soulless.
Daydreaming in a nameless absorption
Using my fingertips to paint your portrait
Basing it on the image on the day we met.
Around mid-May I’ll say to guess,
Carrying baskets of marmalade, farmers market
Organic blueberry bliss.
Cherry lipstick and that tantalizing sunflower dress,
I saw you take my breath away
Blushing as a result of my hellish veins
Pulsating to your deviant temptress ways,
Velvet chocolate cake covered in coconut flakes
As an allegory to our love laced dates.
I saved every text and laid
Awake, waiting for another new message display.
Then came the day I couldn’t wait anymore
your disappearance hurt, but the craving curbed.
The dimples, those little blackheads in your nasal pores
Childbearing hips that gave you amazing curves
I remember you clearly. But no longer say your name ,
How depraved was I? to believe you changed my DNA.
Au contraire, it was I who shaped your fate
Beckoning you into the celestial plane,
Where we transcended normal levels of pain;
Nirvana every opiate user with an infected brain
Begs to relate to. Insert any interjection phrase
And any pretty poetic device to inject our veins
To make them and us briefly forget our pain.
Emanations of Sephirot, though we’re pixelated traces
In the uncreated realm of creation
With a startling overwhelming sense of sensation.
In a certain aspect, I’m insane.
But in another, I’m just another conceptual take
To reality’s template - depending on your mental state.