The spirit
The spirit (10-04-2019)
Some say, spirit’s born as camel, eager to become lion and finally is child. Enjoy the spirit’s sketch. How beautiful she is. (pause with commas and check also out my music and book)
All in one, and never striving
Flying up, descending down
The unknown to the timing
Death is traveling around
Desert’s vastly scattered over
Drying out, all it gets
Born a camel, desperate rover
Full of mournfull my regrets
I am standing, burdened down
Seem to drown in the sands
Being slave, am I to frown
Roughly pressed into the trance
Through the years of heavy toil
Bit by bit, was killing slave
Into lion pressing foil
From the miserable grave
Now’s free, I’ve made it, final
Desert’s harsh, but I was strong
No fear treading spinal
No feeling being wrong
On the top, observing over
Independent and so free
Spirit’s sleeping under cover
Rooting down like a tree
Emptiness and disobedience
Are the sisters, cruel and soft
They have captured up expedience
Drying out spirit’s croft
Overwhelmed with self-indulgence
Chocking up with greediness
I am longing to be substance
Someone’s open friendliness
I am crying, self-empoisoned
Cannot more, to be content
My existence’s just a noise on
Life of mine, a madly trend
Lion’s longing to be child
From himself, has got to flee
Top creation, meek and mild
His creation, true and free