Enlightens my days of Darkness

Enlightens My days of darkness,

Artificial Light,

Weak violet blow of a violent decay

Thunder of rough emotions

Exploding and burning and bursting

In the remote obscure hollows of my head.

 

This it is; Where pure passion is emanated,

Runs away to the very edge of curiosity

A traveller through the infinite skies

Of my bare human intelligence.

 

Light of darkness

Expression of sudden expiry

And simultaneous rebirth.

Light of veracity

Reveals and destroys and remakes

As the majority abruptly yells about.

Light of my dreams

Golden thing

On this soil of broken faith.

 

All of a sudden, sneaking bull,

my cacophonous orchestra wavers

as a sharp blade has sat in my brain.

Boiling gurgling twanging

My mind cracks and gasps

And gulps, when the veracious grace of light

glances out of the waves of my lost sea.

Glorious the way it shows off,

Harsh the way it acts and plays.

 

And yet Lives and gives life, it is Light.

Speeding through the windows of our soul,

it measures with my fortitude's eyes.

And yet is light

The only source of truth.

And yet,

on this soil of broken faith.

 

So why, for godness sake, should we avoid her natural touch? 

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~~ the expression "soil of broken faith" is a very powerful one... and the experience of reading this poem... is like a journey which reveals many nuances of thought and emotion... ~~ the human psyche is very intriguing... and yet we ask the right questions...