Fields Of Enlightenment Poem by Jay Spence

Desolation
Endless miles of air
Compact and suffocating
With invisible beings
Of light or illusion

An electric kiss;
Heavy breathing
On my sweat-soaked neck
A blissful burning sensation

Fire!
Inside, between
Atoms yearning to reach another
In a deadly combination
But it was the only time we ever fought

The water is soothing here
Souls healing like pagan potions
They can fly, you know
Weighing heavily in guilt
And light in truth

I contemplated once
The value of a word
Honesty? In its absence
Always selfish
Lies are no more real than dreams

Desire
Alas!
Even I have felt the cold touch
Of a dead lover
Just the same
Do you not consume flesh?

Where is morality?
Or better, what?
Society is only half of life
And the other?

I am reminded
Somehow of the snow
Purity in all of its bitterness
Snapping hungry jaws
At tender scars, pink
The beauty of it all
Is not in her innocence
But in fact, her pain
Meaningless
Bricks fallen in dirt

You claim knowledge
Of spirit, of divinity
Feelings, you say
And answered prayers

It’s all self-induced
Comfort or poison
Depending on your
Point of view

My faith is like yours
Based on ignorance
My philosophy unlike
Any eye I’ve touched

Precious metals
In all states of
Radioactive decay
Jewels sparkling
In a hundred
Shades of gray

I search desperately
For eyes of such value
With shimmering beauty
And blind seeing faith
And honest morality
And time-shattering
Asphyxiations of passion

I wondered once
If such a thing could exist
In more than my
Ancestral pagan lore

I am resigned to fate
Bound rather, by limitations
Walls of doubt
And shrouded in a mist
Of uncertainty
No longer do I fight
For a made up freedom
In far-away lands
Or sit alone
Locked in artificial memories

Instead I drag my feet
On concrete
Heated by the summer sun
The realization of reality
Is the most painful part
Because the only thing one can do
Is walk on.