Contaminated Joy Poem by Edmund Calleja

(The walls we build around us to keep
sadness out also keeps out the joy.
Jim Rohn) .


Come, hold my docile hands
And close your weary eyes,
Let me guide you gently
Through a Pilgrim’s Paradise.

I could have sensitized your Soul
With the alchemy of Kindness,
Where your self-knowledge would
Have freed you of your blindness.

I could have revealed your
Soul’s hidden vast dimension,
And all I asked for was
Your bit of comprehension.

You closed your heart to me
With contaminated joy,
I was your seeker of Truth
Why did you this font destroy?

I shared my bed with your Spirit
And ate at your hungry table,
But all I really wanted was
To dream an illusory fable.

I played the game you dealt
Hoping to be healed,
I sang my heart to you but
Your Soul you kept concealed.

You would not listen
to the whispers of my Soul,
You would not with your empathy
My untainted heart console.

For a brief intoxicating flash
I drank from your misty cup,
Deluding myself that your
Phantom Heart you’d open up.

But as sincerity was hidden
Behind flowery words of praise,
You were like a woman who with
Cosmetics hid her wrinkled face.


12th December 2010