Inside This Vessel Poem by Naveed Akram

Inside my vessel called the mind
I venture forth into many lands;
They are reflected in the mirror
As I stand and stare to fulfil myself.
I drink the attributes of the Lord,
And I drink the love of this creation,
Bold strokes strike this world from me.

Words carry the message of might,
The character of some words shake
With celebrations and revelry.
For me, the end of civilisation is near,
The words are the masters of our eye.
For you, they blinded the masses
And achieve next to nothing.

Knock the slush from your wild, roving boots,
Deceive nobody in the shop and store,
Inside the vessel called the mind we offer
A price to the onlookers, who shake and wear
Garments of the men and women.
Brown lively eyes meet my eyes in the open,
They are not my enemies and woes.

You are rain, you are mire, you smile,
In the fenland where martians lie,
Like splitting egg-heads growing to crime,
With which they shake and look at hard air.
You define your own fashion,
Inflict your own casualties,
Lessening the objects of despair.

I must be thought as a bore in winter,
Of my services the muscular face,
Of my birth the ultimate disgrace.
A little came into the destiny from afar,
I wore a beard too skinny, that my
Face was gaunt and tough around
For the feelings of the face objected.

Inside the vessel called the mind
Was the life of shops and counter-products,
They illnesses, we penmanship and grace.
The mind had to be opened like a heart
In full understanding and disgrace.
My burden is only attached to the moving
Men who endanger the public race.