A Journey For Aeons

Start here, start there,
Welcome to the plain of existence,
Welcome to what we call the 'real world',
This real world,
a world of shatters and scammers,
scammers full of thoughts,
shatters full of blocks,
none of this is brought,
without the catalyst of the dawdling bird,
can this be another jack out of jill ?
or will this be just another hill of still ?
wow indeed.

stillness, that day on the hill,
we brought a will,
the will to not kill,
but to frail and jill,
jill my jill,
in a thrill,
you were bill of the nile,
a nile it sought,
within the vastness of thought,

this thought so vast,
why is it so ?
can't it be home,
on my own dome?
but it's all just lost,
within the bubbles,
representing you and I,
why is it lost ?
not to be thought.

this may be so it on the parallel,
But nothing comes out after this point of Tree   

What Fallacy ?

Yes, I write such yielding ludicrous tangent, 
Whether it’s for the depth of meaning, 
Or extreme sophistry, 
The natural meaning of wisdom will only go as,
Farther decay and decay. 

Extremity suffices only the claim of the attitude of a sheep, 
In the minds of none does it produce a dopamine so sweet, 
That the ripe fruit itself explodes of sweetness and into agony. 

Make me pragmatic in your blindfold, 
Making me yield is like making a toad scream ‘roar’ ! 
Which one do you expect me to adhere to ?
 Oh, such a fallacy, you’ll never see. 

-Othello D. Gomes 

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

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