Were It Not....

Were It Not...
for this physical prison,of flesh and bone
skin and sinews...I would be able to unzip
my soul and fly into the vortex of pure feelings
bounce of the vertebrae of God,then be catapulted
into the top of the universe...then swandive back
into our atmosphere...
minus all my pain...devoid of fear.

Were It Not
for the deafening rage that builds inside me...
threatning to explode in my soul causing my
essence to implode leaving me stuck in the void
of always looking behind me...I might be able to find
the key to the doors where my demons have bound me.

Were It Not
for the plaque of ill content,loss and regret
that has built up around my heart...I would be able
to feel....something
something beyond this continuous ache that assaults me
leaving me breathless and winded like a patient after
valve surgery....

Were It Not
for the gods of fate and destiny
secretly convening deciding what
role Karma, the universal enforcer
is to play in my life,perhaps I would
not feel like my world was so out of control
as I raise my esoteric eyes to the sky
wondering what the hell I did in my last life
to experience so much pain in this one.

Yet...as it is
I am inside this body of mud and clay
striving not to explode from internal rage
or spiritual arrhythmia
stretched thin as the direction of my life
blows seemingly in all four directions of
the wind....
Leaving me once again to work out the details
of my exsistance on a shoe string budget
because at the moment my spiritual storehouse
Is bankrupt.
As I sigh...with the heaviness of Atlas...
I wonder...Were It Not for inner contemplations
would I exsist at all?