Such Pains In Life Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Such Pains In Life



Where is my other half of our orange

Where is my forest

The reflection of the lake.

The dusty path through the green, multycoloured valley

the patch of multicoloured flowers

The sun

MY SON

tHE ROUGH OR THE SMOTH, MINE TO CHOOSE

ACTIONS GODS WILL, OR RATHER MY AVAILABILITY TO GOD, IN CONCIENCE

THE SWAY OF GODLIKE ApARITIONS BLeSSES ME AND COVERS MY BREAST WITH GOLD

i WISH TO KNOW THIS ILLEGIBLE THEME IS IT FROM YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE SINCE THE DAYS OF YORE

WHAT I KNOW, i know this but what is that, beauty i see AND WHAT I DONT NKOW, abot the making of the kindom of god, the only paradise

Where we walk in its shadow below

MY SORROW IS CANNON FODER, I FORM INTO JOY, THERE IS NO THIRD PERSON, DISIPATING THE THEME

jUST Fast action, now i know whwre my garden, with its tulips, and carnations and fuchias, and bouganvilias creeping over the white hacienda, the garde where i meet, become joy in the foam with the foam on the waves

The extacy i beheled

ME. JUST ME AND GOD THE ONE WITH THE TWO

Her in my mind with a gold background

A bush

amonst the thorns is a pink rose

Good verses bad, the confict

black or white with colours

Sunrise or set

you and me or separated,

Separation distance, equals sorrow, togetherness, happyness joy, love

adjectives descibing the green paradise

closer or further, from the cliff

Ill not beg at my own door but will meet you in the golden palace

Claim my treasure your touching, and maybe more afection, amongst the misty altar

Sunday, August 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and dreams
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