Murmurs on pillow
throbbing at temples
made of steel
by now.

Hear me out
I said
holding signs
visible to me
and to me
alone.

But silence
is a temptation I can’t resist
as the body trembles
at full throttle
to the beats of innocence

or is it
cognitive dissonance?

Surging towards knowledge
Not its shattering
I obeyed excavated wishes.
And so you make peace with
Your fury holding
A mirror as shield.
There,
Truth or logic
Debris that remain
Or lessons never learnt:
Never to foretell
Never to tell
Never again.

But love doesn’t make sense!
You can’t logic your way into or out of it.
Love is totally nonsensical.
But we have to keep doing it,
or else we’re lost and love is dead,
and humanity should just pack it in.
Because love is the best thing we do.
And that doesn't have to make sense,
to make sense.

Wistfully,
I wish I was watching the world from above
on a white flying fortress floating far away from the fauna
and the fickle fools who fight for nothing. Their efforts are fruitless.
Up on my cloud, my cleverness creates cloud-constructs.
These constructs convey to me knowledge both cerebral and celestial.
This sends me higher; to the cosmos.
There, I get caught up in catechisms which force convulsions.
The spinning Sun stares into my silly soul, saying “Such stupidity!”
Scowling, I scorn the stars.
Further still I ascend, astounding the astral plane.
I acquire it all.
And now I know it is
nothing.
Never have my nerves been so wracked.
I weep wildly wishing for when I was waging war
with a woman’s warmth.
Waking up with wet eyes and wounded heart, I stand and walk.
I no longer wonder why.

If
I like ice-cream
and
All ice-creams are sweet,
Do I like sweets?

If
I like riding horses
and
All horses are animals,
Do I like riding animals?

If
I like driving cars
and
All cars are motor-vehicles,
Do I like driving motor-vehicles?

With intellect alone
can't find God.
God is smarter
try with love!