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

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

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