Philosopher's Pen

I like the word yes especially when it is followed by an exclamation mark It makes me feel like I am about to express an infallible truth So I will begin this with it Yes! I have written love poems That have fermented waters to be sweeter wine than the one in Canna of Galilee I have concocted tales which have poisoned the minds of lovers and left them looking at the moonless night like senseless cabbages I have written about the touch of a woman and the entry of a man I have written about the modern Eden and how people pride in picking fruits of their choice without fear of a supernatural visitor I have written But nothing yet feels like the truth about love of a man to a woman This confusing feeling that naturally made Adam fail the first test set for human race Let me remember well God asked Adam where are you The He answered, "I am naked" What have you done? "This woman you gave me" I am not sure if he answered the second question right But...

Where there is love Even just a small grain of love There is God All powerful God

He opened his gaping heart All the wounds of hurt young and old glaringly stared Maliciously festering, sipping vitality softly and unnoticed His whole being feeling septic and pigmented People called him yellow  because of emotional jaundice No one knew he was in pain Self-inflicted some inflicted by others He feared no one could understand, n ot even his mother,  They believed he was born coy and meek He wished he could unleash his fire but he felt powerless, helpless and hopeless  So he kept it to himself even though life was oozing out of him fast Kept it all in the closet of silence wrapped in the cloak of darkness that he seemingly held dear Believing the cloth kept he safe once all life was out of him  Finally, he secured it behind a seal of broad smile Yes! He was sick He knew it but he did not want to be called mad For sick he surely was but mad he was not He knew he could be cured  Without cure was the after math of the cure ...