�Milk Carton Portrait�

The exploration of reality is the discovery of faith. The pillars of reality are the most vulgar collections of faith.

 

 

 

“Milk Carton Portrait”

ByBlind Pathos

 

 

This morning I woke up missing

Just a question mark in mid air

I spoke and no one listened

Cried and no one cared

 

Passed through my day

The missing life in my eyes

What, purpose stripped away

Was truth but not a prize

 

The book of life, open to see

Clearly now a missing page

The moral has been set free

And the plot has flown the cage

 

All that is sacred is not

All that would bear mention

Is as never and forgot

As is lacking its invention

 

Everything less and nothing more

The beginning gone as the end

Neither word nor pen or paper

Nothing where the writer had been

 

No clock or numbers for its face

No history or future time

No ever cleansing virgin space

No song, rhythm or rhyme

 

Not being right nor wrong

Not a who or what

All that could, being gone

I was and now was not

 

My shadow being almost gone

To reach out there’s only air

Left as the darkness in the dawn

The reflection has no me in there

 

No one crying or dying

No one wrapped in false hope

No one cheating or lying

No bad jokes about the pope

 

Mercy and penalties undone

Where there was a world

There was no thing or one

The cosmic dice never hurled

 

It occurred to me and not to me

I had not or had a choice

If I am and not to be

I could revolt and rejoice

 

Self creation, a two edged sword

The captain lashed to the wheel

Creation is such a dark house

If I had fingers I could feel

 

I could see beauty if I had eyes

Hear music if I had ears

I’d see hellos and good byes

Hear the smiles and tears

 

From nowhere every where’s close

Delusion or invention of being

By its occurrence of notion be

Nothing’s always filled by something

 

Yet the mind is tainted by the soul

All things known to its affects

The stage is set from what it is told

And what it sees is what it expects

 

To recreate the world subjective

By faith I declare my self alive

And faith attests to God above

 Does reality by faith survive

 

Roam the earth and tell me why

Go search the hearts and minds

The best is only just getting by

To light a candle for the blind

 

What do you say if some one listens

What do you do if someone cares

I’d make a world that wasn’t missing

I’d make a world where I was there

 

Reviews

[Dark Daughters]

This was an enchanting and dark piece, I loved the twist to it and the fact the writer has to think when reading it, there are so many meanings and it was a great poem.
~Darkness~