The Big Heavy Weight

The big heavy weight is beating me down today, holding me locked under.  Whipping at me like the hot sun on asphalt skin.  I have nothing, nothing but a hole exists in my plexus.  I’ve given my love, I’ve reached out and nothing, black, dark, night, vacuous.  A vast nothing.  I’ve done nothing.  I received nothing.  Where do I turn, how do I progress?  I feel the torment of the crypt and the shrieking shrills of the ancient caves whisking me in.  So, lift me to the heavens; and show me the heavens, because I need to believe it is not all in vain.  This ending is not how I desire the world to change, after all, it continues to spin on an axis of pain.  No not this astral plane they profit and gain, the headstrong fountains of spewing- the embattled and the insane.  This beginning is not the end.  I‘ve tasted freedom, I want more than this.  Bring the honey, bring the flowers, bring me all the hours.  I spare no stone, I give no harm.  Only enlighten when I beckon a call.  Finger me not your enemy but the one who always desired the heavens and stars and showers.  For I see below, through, in and around, the creatures of dark, the light resounds.  Today I pull and lug around my lagging but still standing spirit to the ground.  The earth holds love, not the wicked shouts, sure to tug at bitter hearts that long for more and more, and more than this-  hells bells sounding on distant, far and near, on all shores- clamoring like caws claws and carcass gulls.  I fathom a blow of love today.  Not the poison pills of no words that pray.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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