Intuitively Blind

Short yet concise, 
Breathed all through the norms,
Breathed all through the doubt,
Breathed all away till it came out of secularity,
This breath I speak of is only an extinguishment in presence,
Only to what converses me through my own assumption,
I bestow my wrath upon me ,
For I know not no intuition of any being other than me.

In others I seek,
And yet I mistaken each and the other,
My seek is only my imprisonment of me,
For I know no such truth that explains itself vividly,
So I broke the sought of my seek,
And remained me,
It was nevertheless a plea of silence,
Silence which floats above as below,
This empowerment of silence has subdued my ego,
And by such hands I shall no longer remain remembered,
I shall be here to witness the existence,
For I know that I’m only here to observe. 

Remember only that this text perpetuates you the will,
A will for no long, no short or no narrower path of an avert,
Gleam none’s journey,
Mistaken not your concern,
It’s only okay if it’s all gone through the dawn,
For let this reminder of your ego be,
That you’re only here to observe,
And your observation will only remain within your perceptive feelings,
And not your true one. 

-Othello D. Gomes

The i-Sentiment

All these materials glitter through my name,
This is why I never intended to seek any fame, 
A labradorite of meaning always held my glory, 

And I never used my connotation to create a story, 

For I knew that I would only be living today, 

It’s the disciples in ignorance that are in true delay, 

Urging money and degrees yet never true to deeds,

Withstanding torture and isolation may only feed. 

But I guarantee to Ra, you will speak peace,

However, It’s only these riches that will halt you in cease. 

Can I please wake up from this nightmare ?

Why am I awake? 

Why am I walking around parallel to my body ? 

I can only get back, 

Yet I can’t move, 

Who let that figure in to my eyes. 

Friendliness or Neutrality,

 Decision shan’t be needed,

It’s the same process which calls all of us home. 

Take me around the circle of truth, 

It’s very confusing ,

So vague, 

How can I choose ?

 Rationality, 

How dare thee?

 How can I be right ? 

Is it because I’m full of ego ? 

Oh gosh ! 

I’m not real,

 So when I finally embarked on the journey of 8,

I came to realize the one is not true to all. 

Let’s take a trip to this parallel dimension, 

Once you get dropped, 

You’ll hurt your head,

It won’t be this reality, 

But once you get conscious,

You’ll recollect all the treasures,

A second death you never wished for, 

The ultimate death is knowledge.

-Othello D. Gomes

The Enigmatic Conclusion Of The Labyrinth

The arrival of the enigma,
Bestowed my contemplations,
Through the neat,
And the knot,
Do you feel the numbers now ?
The numbers we once didn’t know of?
I ask not ,
I state not,
I feel not,
I am no empath. 

Avert Not Thine Eyes,
Find the golden civilization,
For its myths shall be your light,
The process of the light gets blown,
For thy hasn’t yet fully succumbed,
So thy shall use the remaining of your last will.

You ask me what’s aesthetic,
My answer doesn’t suit your tree of knowledge,
Shed thy leaves,
Grow anew,
The doves will come and go,
So will the flying horses,
For that,
You shall cover all the revelations,
But don’t forget whose tree it is you bear.

The Enigmatic Conclusion
By Othello D. Gomes