A Plea For Peace
A Plea For Peace
I tangle my eyes oft with the heavy android;
It is a snare that I trap myself into, I enter to distract my void,
That despite doesn't forbid me from mumbling
Like a child that ' Oh God my head is tremendously aching,
That my eyes are sore and bloodshot red!'
But I fail every time very miserably.
I breathed with my eyes closed rising from bed.
And here comes the verse in its tranquil elegance,
The revelation opened its divine eye to me;
I realized my instability mentally, physically and spiritually,
That sang to my head an aubade when I needed the motivation to awaken myself.
"It should be the transcendental suspense,
That I dream someday fully gained, peace attain
Marking my lifetime accomplishment, my pen,
Shall feel proud and note the proof down, dense.
It is hard to keep my mind constant calm,
Nor be afraid or be slighted or alarmed,
Only on weekends when I don’t rabbit-rush, devil-dash and huff and puff!
All in the world feels, I divine pious and good with less care.
Momentous, who I seek sincerely suspend its puffed lungs in air,
Whisper the transcendental spirit upon my chest and head bare.
Banish my effluvium glum and spread its wings felicitous, rest
And breathe its diaphragm expanding natural incense!
And bring to my heart’s deterred walls the right desired:
Rarest and rarest of soaring simplest pleasures-
That none of the naked lenses can even in dreams discern!
But only my heart and my wrapped beloved in blue deserts."