DICHOTOMY

Beneath the blazing lamp
I mated with Evil
Behind the skinny veil
Of the eyes that damp
The thoughts of repentance.

Our copulation stirred
The air, in excitement
Kept panting the shadow
While my veins became serpents;

I wished for no second chance
When our sweat poured fire
Into the hunger of desire
Until I remained to feel
The warm hands of Evil!

Cobwebs of old cliché caught
The struggle for truth in mind-----
Are we all really born blind,
Or, is Nirvana a mere thought?
Or, is God a prolonged whip of craze?

Being impaired in morality
My bedstead became my shroud,
i hoped for the past ways to be even
of the myths once I was proud.

Hunted by the endless maze
of judgment I weighed
My deeds and my acts,
My creeds and impacts
Of the facts I have been played;

The charms of earthly pleasure
Exhausted my soul in plight;
The messages of messiahs
I sought in the rain of light
Being impaled on the facts are odd
There I felt the cold hands of God!
                                 _____ Azrael Pavel