Rants Two

Early this week i posted two poems as a start to my rants series. These are poems written in teenage angst and express the emotional turbulence that very few folks noticed in me. Some of my thought processes are quite warped. I do not subscribe to any of the ideas postulated on this lines. i was high 80% of the time..lol..If these poems reach you, do not hesitate  to  comment. Thanks

Warped!!

Soliloquy of a Warped Mind

Soliloquy of a warped mind,

Toaster of a spiritual realm,

Seeking the face of the undefined.

This destiny, mine.

Seeking and seeking, like the Bible verses

Seeking into the soul.

Sinking like an anchor

To the dreary depths of the unfathomable;

Taking the debris, the dirt

Then turning left in unwholesome want.

Take, Yes! Take the kernel!

Let the chaff, the wind blow away.

I have searched

Looking too deep, then blinded

And in blind movement

Traverse the mazes,

Sunken under life’s treachery.

Is this me, shaking like a leaf

Inside this tornado called tragedy?

What was it I wanted then?

Oh! Yes! Revelation!

Realization of self!

Knowing one ’s self!

Is that the reason

For this delve into the deep

Uncharted ocean,

The unknown depths of the far and unseen?

Crested on my skin

Is the epitaph ‘only God can judge me’

But for what?

Judged for my sins

Ravings! Unseen spittle from a spineless heart?

Take me away

To a place undefined

Where I can hide

And lie in wait like a thief in the night

For the ministrations

That will free these chains,

These chains to my soul.

Take a toll

Of the weight of my soul

On a gauge; piece of weighing scrap!

Draw conclusions on the result

And make hypothesis

Like Plato or Socrates.

Let Aristotle guide you

In achieving a Jungian state

But never pretend

To be greater than your fate

Because your estimate will never change.

However, you will your faith.

These are the thoughts of a mind

Warped like old leather;

Terrific in construction,

Subtle in castigation,

Free of speech,

Careful of thought.

This mind, mine,

Is the only sacred credo

I can testify to.

Do not misunderstand.

I am simply a warped caricature

Of my society.

I am a human of my street.

A culture of my people,

A story of the world.

My soul, my only gift that will last

Is not my own.

Those temporal, remain mine to use.

I will wield them well to my conclusion.

Ha! Soliloquy of a mind;

A sound mind;

A warped sound mind.

MY ESTEEM

Tears falls down, this face of sorrow.

Joy forced away by life’s innumerable furrows.

Time takes toll; ticktock, ticktock…

Goes the grandfather clock

But reputation remains at the altar

Of social verbal assault.

They measure my mental capacity

With generally accepted doctrines.

Cross examine my thoughts

With stale theories of forgotten masters.

Does this matter much?

No! It doesn’t. It only pushes me against the wall.

And like a goat back to the wall,

It’s time to battle.

My lines flow unceasingly

With a shock-wave value

Of making men, mere men

Hate me and condemn my state.

It is my fate to lay down views

That is faultless in their contradiction

And stunningly shocking.

I take steps forward

Into the future, eyes closed,

Taking paths untrod

To get to places unseen.

Is it in this that I am?

Or does this destiny

Prophesy another fate?

In all, my fate is mine.

This destiny, mine to take.

This world, my playground

And men, my toys.

To greatness, I toast.

The strength of men

Lays here on this left hand.

Not of gods, no, no…

This is man

This vessel of dust

Corrupted by pleasures and pressures,

Fears and treasures,

Flesh and blood,

Worldly cares and spiritual tears,

Love of gain and pain of love.

All this is man.

Take away the dust,

What do you see?

Black and white?

Dirty and clean?

Pure and impure?

What do you see?

This dust creates the contradictions,

The mixedupness and confusions.

It is this dust

That makes a man feel hate

Yet gets love from his maker.

This fragile vessel, yet strong armour

Against the correctness of the spirit

This is me.

This is what I am.

This is my esteem.

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