When My Heart Throbbed

It was a good life–

With my abilities

As a spacecraft,

I flew

Into depths so enormous

Into the space

Of my existence.

When I was alive

I had a particle

That broke off me

Who one time

Became a stray one.

Such a ruby

He once and ever,

 Beautified,

My cataclysmic existence

Before came the Petals.

He was a sharp lad-

A replica of me.

He was my best star

In the Milky Way.

My thoughts of him

At some point

Postponed me

From stretching my hand

And pick a herbicide

To spray the couch grass

That'd colonized

Mine soil.

When I existed

I was the first apple

Among other four

With whom I was picked

From the same tree.

Although the tree

Demonized the first apple

Before their eyes

I still hearted them

Hoping that one day

They'd know

Why I existed.

When the volcano

Of my existence

Was still erupting

I was a rebel–

I waged war

In deeds

And in soul spills

Against well-beaten paths

To forge my own.

I was a prodigal son

Once pushed, for a decade

Against the wall

For rebelling against ways

Preprogrammed

By my kin

And my native social realm.

When my vessels

Throbbed with pulses

I switched in between

Lightness and heaviness–

I floated and sank.

I heard in my soul

False and real alarms

Which were sirens

So loud, yet no one

Other than me, heard.

I felt signals

Of some chaos ahead

On my way back

From the dens

Through the thick darkness.

When I was alive

I was once hooked

To things

That calmed the raging sea

Nested within my soul.

My vessels were rivers 

That ferried cannabinoids 

Cathinone and cathine

And housed by my cranium

Was a lab

Inside which

Chemical reactions took root.

When I lived

I once had a vast home

Called Terra

Because the little home

Everyone had

Wasn't there for me.

The little home

Everyone had

To me, was once streets

And some dens

From where I spilled ink

From my raptured soul.

When I was around

I once inhabited

Somewhere tranquility

Was a barber's shop

In Jamaica.

In this abode

My fatherhood was a lease.

Those days I was there

Lost in the cosmos

Somewhere in the sidelines

Like someone

At the pool of Bethsaida

An angel

Came from the North.

She had wings flagrant

To which I clung

Before I grew mine

From my back.

When I was alive

I had some souls

Who left their calm seas

And plunged

Into my rowdy one

To swim with me.

When I had pulsations

I was a poet,

Like the Petals said,

Who painted the cosmos

In all colours

And made stars weep.

Those days

Oceans of ink spilled

From my soul

And everything to me

Came in poetic hues.

When my heart throbbed

My highway of growth

Was paved with misdeeds,

Some out of proportion.

While some, in them, 

Saw a vein of gold

Some confided

In my mess,

Which they knew

Would bear blossoms.

They kept my wheel

Ever spinning

Till I expired.

© Sea-Crab Poetry.

(Voyager of Words)

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