Uncursed Blessing

Is this all that I will ever get into mellow ?
Answered, mystical, yet never shallow,
I liked the beams that shot me through the eyes,
It made me feel like a star.
Rippling boundaries,
Carrying non-existent burdens,
Feels like tomorrow won’t bring me present,
It’s like the unchaining of a sparrow.
This void brings me sorrow,
But I know it eliminates narrow.

-Othello D. Gomes

".............."

Is this how you look at it ?
The form of possessing no bit,
Yet it holds the slap of grit.
A formless corruption that endorses a mole,
Has no substance but empty station.
Is this how you want to grab a hold of what's being a norm ?
A Presumption that I might not have anyone doubt,
Can successively judge its own sentimental plea.

- Othello D. Gomes

Kultic Vision

My journey is ending,
I know its phase as I’m ascending,
I descended before all of this occurred,
Having the purpose of tranquility,
Yet living in duality,
Hasn’t stopped me from reaching my potential.

Harm the peacock,
Take away its cover,
Shine it in lava,
Can you see its raw bare void now?
It’s as you know now,
The colors it reflects aren’t old or new,
It’s just your reflection that makes it skewed,
If it’s a white room,
Tell me about it,
But if it’s a black room,
I know you won’t.

What do those rooms even mean?
You can tell me about the aesthetic it has,
And the seven folded designs that it has been designed into,
However a position of duality won’t solve the anomaly.

If you’re asking me what’s it like there,
All I can tell is that:
I’ve been there a couple of times,
And I will again,
But, that’s not how you’ll know what’s it like,
I know because I’ve experienced it,
I’ve lived again to tell it,
The rest is for you to discover yourself,
However, don’t give into deception. 

-Othello D. Gomes