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

Dreamt Light

If ever it were a dream, 

I’d relive it not, 

As the point of having one is to not relive it, 

Will I be here?
Will I be you ?
Will I be me? 

Or will you be me? 

Why not be all at once? 

After all, it’s you and I ,

You and I,

You and I that made up this universe. 

I saw stars glimmer as brightly as the crown, 

I was quite near the end of its edge, 

If you asked whether it burnt me or not,

You’d not get an answer,

As It’s not the sort of question that needs to be answered,

The edge of the star was just meant to be seen,

All that glimmers within is not to be seen,

But to be felt & only felt. 

I ask again in a different correlative question:

Do you think it’s a dream ? 

Even if it is,

It doesn’t matter, 

Nor did it ever. 

If we all share the same energy within,

Then there’s no burning sensation meant to be felt,

So keep dreaming this everlasting effulgent dream. 

-Othello D. Gomes

A Clash Of Chests

Here are 2 contrast poems I made a while back ( initially as a school project).
1st one: 

Paradoxical timeline, however, It’s not a dream

In a world made for us,
The patriots of the snow,
Blends into the bow of tomorrow,
For we once never sought sorrow,
As our minds were never narrow,
For we worked delicate and mowed through;
Halt !
Capture them and let’s make it anew. 

Accept our gifts of bloom,
We’ve made more progress than any other,
The philanthropy has us all covered in sparkling diamond,
We shan’t ever worry for all this gold;
Lead them right through the herd,
For I say:
The holy grail is in the tablets of the aeons,
And not once shall it fail to grasp from our hands !

Let’s stand up together,
My Brothers Of The Present, Past and Tomorrow,
We shall dine in the throat of the seedling,
And shall slaughter a sheep for our feast of glory,
For we deserve this power and fame,
And so does our father of understanding.

May mercy be in your soul,
For we are your great saviours !

2nd one a.k.a. counter poem:
The Land that accepts you , despite slaughter !

The world is made for all,
None is superior or inferior,
The blends of sorrow and hatred,
Filled all our hearts with the trails of the unnatural sky,
Though, I still speak on the people’s behalf,
My energy echoes throughout the universe’s heart;
As delicate as we all work, our hearts are always singing birds !

Though, you’ve failed to understand gaia,
We’ve accepted you in our hearts,
For we’re not you at all !
The gold and diamonds you speak of,
Mean nothing more than treacherous blood in everyone’s memories,
Shut down our abilities,
But shutting down our inner spirits,
Will require more than your systematic illusion,
And since we still have the birds of the universe on our side,
The crystals of the past are still in our hands. 

Let’s take a moment,
For your standing as a whole mean nothing more,
Our unity lies in infinity,
And your narrowness will not be prevailed over such ignorance,
No power,
No fame,
Only gratitude and everlasting love are what we have,
And what we seek is what is already there,
So we shall not seek at all,
For we are children of the One and The Infinite. 

Infinite love shall always be with you,
For our love holds no boundaries even in the face of lost souls. 

-Othello Gomes

The Unknown Known

The Ultimate Mystery was done into history,

The Blue Bird Flies to the Breeze.

One Summer Turned away to fall,

As did the day you missed the call,

For I never made step towards ,

The Wind flying in complete verge.

As the day passed,

I told myself:

Never worry friend,

Let your ego go,

I saw this through your energy flows,

I said that I never betrayed the law.

When the water got wasted by the cloud,

I thought why I never saw the form,

Even though, I was the victim of time,

I laid away myself from extravagant ties,

Cause I fooled me into being a slave,

And the memories never stepping the flow,

I called myself a fool,

And left a floor,

For I knew we all were children astray.

I cried till tears hugged me right away,

Cause the non-stop energy flowing was there with me.

Open your eyes, I said

Get out of that cage, bird !

You knew that you were light!

Have you never thought who we are ?

Did I stay ever close to your mind ?

Caused those blinded guides, no intend to apologize.

Stored the anger, oh it was me !

Got your anxiety right in time.

The shivers I caused in your spine can now all shiver away,

You dependent fool…..

Intuition, proposition needed none.

Every second, every moment, ever present.

Driven all by the crazy forces of nature,

All the aesthetic reserved in the heart.

And the cosmos said:

I am all of you when none, as if none was never ever one.

Hey child, if you can come, the peace you get will not ever hurt you or your peer.

The promise won’t be made,

But the energy will be flowing through you.

-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

The Nature

When I refer to nature, I don't simply refer to nature as a whole, but from a perceptive point of view, as the only nature we're most aware, and conscious of is most probably "The Human Nature", as blatant as it sounds,  it's quite true, since everything we've perceived, demonstrated , studied, invented, and imagined are all from the perspective of a human being, as we're all blatantly 'humans'. 

I know everyone has at one point wondered what the 'true' , or rational nature of reality, or the universe is, besides the system we've created to understand the elements, and fundamentals of it. It's a very thought provoking topic, which can't be simplified easily, as the root of it is simply found in the void, or in infinity - when it comes to infinity , it simply defies everything there is to all we know about the whole universe's nature. What we have come to comprehend as the nature of the universe, may essentially not be the nature of what everything, but only towards who 'we' really are, because everything we view , or comprehend comes from the individual perspective of a human being. There might not ever be any absolute truth to anything out there, no matter who, or how anyone tries to present the agenda for what they believe, and how they preach it, for it'd only show the reflection who they are, and how they function, and how they think. It's getting quite complex, right? Well, no, it's not. How one thinks shouldn't be confused with what one thinks, because no matter what the perception is of an individual remains untouched within the frequent presence of the observation. Everything is untouched, nothing is tampered with, all is just observation. It's just you, and yourself, and your eyes' reflection of reality, not the reality itself that you're actually experiencing. All you are , is just a vessel for the state of what we call "living", "experiencing" , or "feeling", nothing outside of what you believe inside this state, is close to what you think of yourself. The reason why I say this , has already been stated a few sentences back: "WE'RE JUST A FREQUENT PRESENCE OF WHAT WE CALL THE EXPERIENCE OF EVERY REFLECTION PRESENTED BY OUR OWN MIND."

While, this is quite sophisticated, it still stands strong at what it aims to convey in a certain sense of the individual. If indeed , nature is meant to have a balance between bad, and good, and have what Darwin describes as "survival of the fittest", then it goes against a lot of physical properties, when it comes to bonding, separating, and reacting to one another in the surrounding. We have discovered so much in our own sense, yet we have learn almost close to nothing in our whole lifetime as a civilization, therefore, we can't ever come to the inference that there indeed is a true "nature", much like if there was ever an "absolute truth".