Cerebral insurRectiOn

it was a party of peace, serene and divine,
not a sound or thought my soul could find.

thought came, with his thinking friends, 
in worry they huddled and trouble begin.

doubt was conductor, of confusion and fear, 
as they all competed for an attentive ear. 

sadness arrived and cased the room,
looking for partners in the dance of gloom.

faith stepped in, banishing thoughts of alarm
followed by stillness and all grew calm.

they scurried about searching for shade,
back to the silence where they were made.

by K. Osei

Contradiction’s Riddle

the collective contends not with me, 
all that is i allow to be
is echo’s image i trust to see.

i wane the world around,
to situations, likely relations,
twisted interpretations
of conceptions and sound.

what is real —
or merely postures of the grave, 
am i the ocean or the wave?
insatiable thirst i think be true,
seeks delight in the black of blue.

to the noble abyss i strain to surrender
to fathom am i the sent or the sender?
what was rend will soon be won
when the parody ends all is one

source separation returns to drought 
unquenched, dry and disbelief
memoirs of misery, colic and grief 
drained and barren is the body of doubt 

nothing hailed i see as whole  
sagacity grip my solemn soul 
solidified logic be overwhelmed
by protean habits in a quantum realm 

– K. Osei