WORD

CABALISTIC

I didn’t find the mystical variation of my needs
but still walked past my heartbreaks
frustrations,
and wind blown rumors of my cowardice.
The trolling of a bigot snake
hidden in the path of righteousness
led my actions into a burnt bridge.
What would it be,
to learn and never know
the purpose of fine art,
or so be it the outline of a beautiful woman,

submissive to your heart’s dark needs.
While the sun rises from east to west,
life is but a rain drop,
almost to hit the ground .
Countless imaginations.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s