Lost in the good

Drowsing in the dreamy lore
of everything good and nothing sore,
I feel the heaven's sandy shore.
Dreary stretches of hellish earth,
long forgotten beneath the mirth,
I play like a child in the lap of faith.

Bathing in the cud of love,
and wondering most at deer and dove,
I ignore the odd toad shot with a bow.
Tricky, twisted, masked men,
dark in their den, leaders in open;
I see a smiling face, and hearts brighten.

Tumbling down the rabbit hole,
expecting to land in the wonderland,
I enjoy the ride screaming out my pure soul.
Lovely greens, blue sky, no haze,
put Alice's dream out of place;
I marvel at my discovery, in the light of god's grace.

Messing around the imaginary world,
with closed senses and a brain of old,
I smell no rat in the stories told.

Lost in the good. I am lost in the good.

Insipid is the life of a saint,
inside whom reality is faint;
I need to rip open my soul, and dip it in white paint.

Suddenly, through the ice
comes a blistering flame warm and nice;
I shudder, fearing the demon's seize.
Encircling me with fiery thoughts
of novelty and revolution free from clots,
I diminish in the presence of a might greater than the gods.

Thawed are my senses,
by the truth emanating from darkness;
I am blessed, not by the almighty, but a force less.
Mother! My mother is none other.
My earth, my soil, my cloud, tree -my brother;
I feel them all brush past together.

Lying on a moist patch of grass,
there, croaking toads, chirping crickets, butterfly -ballet lass,
I ignore the odd ape braying like an ass.
Looking down the ladder of growth,
steps of nature and the randomness of ruth,
I become a selfless being, ripped off the godly youth.

I see now that it is not only faces that smile.

n | b

new devilry awoke
when little boy spoke
new devilry fresh and stark
nude evil rehashed dark

the speech still rings in our ears
clear and loud it sings of unknown fears
O sweet voice sweet voice
erases all memory of cordial choice
faces false smiles false
truth not far from farce

the voice sings in unknown ears
of days deprived of months or years
O sweet voice sweetest voice
enchants all men who throw the dice
insanity lives among the wise
humanity dies while survives

an elite club snub or rub developing cub
a foolproof hub pub and tub drowning cub

now presidents sat no scope for spat
borders fenced the show commenced
stripped and peeled nuked beauties revealed

Fermi’s brand in every hand
flimsy stand in every errand
for qualm lands in calm lands

what is this new devilry fresh and stark?
what is this nude evil rehashed dark?
even as apprehensions lurk
do the nuked beauties smirk