The Sins

The Sins

A Poem by Kaotic Barbie
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Evil takes over my body, crushing my heart and soul. Can It be flushed?

"
I can feel my heavy heart, whining deep inside.
While my mind is waiting, perpetrating,
the greed, envy and anger i seem to feel.
While the love in my heart keeps circulating.
Trying endlessly to break through.
Through to the good person that lives inside.
Just keep prying and maybe that day will come.
And finally with the good, all will collide.
And my anxiety will finally disappear.
With the rain gone and the rainbow in sight.
Just to prove that miracles in one soul exists.
Leaving the past pitch black and the future so bright.
A knockout to clean the waters in the soul.
To bring me to my very own peace of mind.
The sins no longer beating up my strong, colossal heart.
And my soul, with my body finally intwined. 
Can't wait to take a look in the mirror.
After my body is flooded of the needles and pins.
Because my soul will be forgiven and refreshed.
Finally leaving me clean and flushed of all the sins.

© 2010 Kaotic Barbie


Author's Note

Kaotic Barbie
Like it? Love it? Hate it? Either way its my soul speaking :)

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"The sins no longer beating up my strong, colossal heart.
And my soul, with my body finally entwined" (I corrected "entwined").

That rocks.

We humans, unlike animals, have a hard f*****g time integrating our own instrumentality, heads full of acculturated notions, thinking one thing, feeling another, constantly trying to fix ourselves from the point-of-view that already IS the inherent problem: the fallen one.

At root, the word "sin" means "missing the mark." This mark is a core cognitive one, the essence being whether one sees Buddha as normality, or the foaming evangelist next door. One is infinitely seamless and cool, the other is a festering dork of pseudo-spiritual irrelevance.

Your poem is lucid and passionate re the issues of duality, the ever-imperfect separate self and its yearning for a sense of salvation, of cleaning. This is a perennial existential truth, but it's only part of the story. The other part of the story is the Clearing that is always already the case, the shift in perception from particle to wave, as it were, so that the one w/the problem is seen as simply an incomplete, deceptive observation about the nature of self.

I have absolutely no doubt, for instance, that the poet who wrote the above poem is always already clean, flushed of sins, radiant, altogether divine.

The shift in observational reality embrace I aver is subtle and puzzling at first, but once you surround yourself w/the documentation of Nonduality instead of the seemingly interminable ruse of priest-and-bad-book combo of schizoid beliefs that is unfortunately the "norm," you achieve an ineffable majesty of Being in an INSTANT.

Your "strong colossal heart" is always already divine.

Let it be so.

To be cont. . .

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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The "great thing" about sins is that they only harm you when you ignore them. Seems like you have your attention in the proper perspective. One note though, flush all you like... they'll be back.

Nice poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like it! And I can tell you put your soul in it.
Great poem thanks for sharing.

Kelley

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very rare soul searching, enchanting words forming thoughts and emotions that react peaceably inside my own mind. Very nice writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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the struggle with are soul and body..well formed piece

Posted 13 Years Ago


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A very raw and emotional pieve I loved it well written too thanks Frank :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"The sins no longer beating up my strong, colossal heart.
And my soul, with my body finally entwined" (I corrected "entwined").

That rocks.

We humans, unlike animals, have a hard f*****g time integrating our own instrumentality, heads full of acculturated notions, thinking one thing, feeling another, constantly trying to fix ourselves from the point-of-view that already IS the inherent problem: the fallen one.

At root, the word "sin" means "missing the mark." This mark is a core cognitive one, the essence being whether one sees Buddha as normality, or the foaming evangelist next door. One is infinitely seamless and cool, the other is a festering dork of pseudo-spiritual irrelevance.

Your poem is lucid and passionate re the issues of duality, the ever-imperfect separate self and its yearning for a sense of salvation, of cleaning. This is a perennial existential truth, but it's only part of the story. The other part of the story is the Clearing that is always already the case, the shift in perception from particle to wave, as it were, so that the one w/the problem is seen as simply an incomplete, deceptive observation about the nature of self.

I have absolutely no doubt, for instance, that the poet who wrote the above poem is always already clean, flushed of sins, radiant, altogether divine.

The shift in observational reality embrace I aver is subtle and puzzling at first, but once you surround yourself w/the documentation of Nonduality instead of the seemingly interminable ruse of priest-and-bad-book combo of schizoid beliefs that is unfortunately the "norm," you achieve an ineffable majesty of Being in an INSTANT.

Your "strong colossal heart" is always already divine.

Let it be so.

To be cont. . .

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I know that this is going to sound cliché but
one day at a time, one foot in front of the
other. The demons that plague us 99.9% of
the time are the ones we create in our heads.
Depression is one of many faces that hinder
and haunt us to the point we try to escape from
it with alcohol and drugs which only accelerate
the condition. But there is hope as well as help
if you truly want to break free of this seemingly
endless abomination…That is if you want it
bad enough….
No more preaching I promise lol :-)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A different thing this A deep look

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on November 6, 2010
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Kaotic Barbie
Kaotic Barbie

Baltimore, MD



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