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HIROSHIMA IN MY MIND AND HEART
l am ramaging in the chaos of discarded remnants from the Hiroshima left from the battle between my heart and mind.

l feel the creeping hurt emerging
nourishing its growing belly with my dwindling happiness as my mind run incoherently like a tape on rewind.

Maybe I should kill myself to halt the train of thoughts roller-coasting unresisitably enticing yet frightening;
Maybe I should capitulate to the insanity digging reinforced foundations in my mind not the quacky deteriorating ramshackled buildings of love in my heart.

Maybe I need an angel to engulf my pain in its celestial wings of comfort.

My heart feeds on crumbs of promising love just to satisfy hope for a slice tomorrow.
Woking up to wishful thoughts of a king's buffer just to spring feet to a spontaneous musical dance of celebration.

Maybe I am a hopeless believer in miracles of delusional faith;

Maybe Iife has a twisted paradoxical revelation revealing reality of existence in dreams;

And reality a prolonged nightmare of dreams with death as a waking up point.

like a cigarette smoker,l am addicted to every puff of you that calms the tides in my mind.
And yet my demise is hastened closer and closer to the final page of life in this book.

My heart feels love for a girl that makes my mind incomprehensible to rational categorizing of plausible reason for fear its just lustful ambition.

Maybe the mystery connection is merely a wall of mirrors reflecting identical similarities or just an illusion luring my mind with imaginations of ephemeral pleasure.

Maybe it's that tantalizing smile relentlessly on repeat in the depth of my subconscious storage.

My heart is a stempede similar to a horse-racing field thundering heavy heartbeats as she dish away full portions of her smile.

(A HIROSHIMA ON MY MIND AND HEART.....)

I feel foreign desires tearing down years of hardship built on erect walls of tears and hurt to solely reveal my insecurities.
Alas my mind is a riotous cohort of African protestors simultaneously robbing every thought of feeling inadequately guarded by seeding poisonous weeds of corrupt falsehood.

She is like a star l studiously gaze at in awe of its substantial brightness and resolute determination to combat engulfing darkness.
I am utterly perplexed at the sheer perpetuity of her passionate shine that is exposed to extinguishment for selfish reasons by many.

She is like the sun in its stupendous cloudless summer shine drenching the world with rays to enhance clarity of sight.
I am the moon;
A blurry-cast of shining deficiency with ill projective revelation to reality.
Eclipsed with clouds of foggy skepticism that can only be lifted with her spirit as she raises like a morning dawn bearing hope.

My mind is a fortress of metaphorical complexities crowded with catalogues of filed mystery tantamount to a god dicing pieces of versed parables to create confusion yet hiding the true secrets of divinity.
My mind resist the ticklish sensation of happiness searching for the weak entrance point to a vault of vulnerability.
A familiar passage to a doorway of insecurities,fear and pain that will torture you with imaginary ghosts lurking in the eternal darkness after.

Am afraid to give you this mind,its a cold slab that will freeze your soul beyond warmth.
But I crave the heat oozing from your fingers to defrost this longing in my heart.
l will wait auspiciously in comforting knowledge that rain will come and sprout the seed l have planted in your heart.
Even if l am crippled with worry and anxiety doging my thoughts hence the clush of my two superpowers lost in a catastrophic calamity sucking my energy into the cells of a darkhole.

l wish for a triumphant ending so l can award you these authentic feelings being molded in the furnace of my heart as my token of submission.
Put my armory down so you can behold my naked vulnerability.

Even if my mind will not survive the wound.
l want to feel strong in my admission to accept being weak for you.
Maybe I have been weak behind my high walls and you are my reason to feel strong.

Maybe my mind is just a suit without it am still a superhero.
I want to feel human not walk the earth like a programmed terminator.










© luisRupende