Thursday, December 2, 2010

Dark Magic...

I sit on my bed.
I turn all the lights off,
The curtains shut.
And I see the world,
Beyond the world.
Beyond what you see with light.
Light is a pollution,
Just like noise,
Like the ideas of know-it-alls.
You create something flashy,
A nice video game,
A pretty dance on a stage,
A piece of art,
You call it beauty.
Then you enjoy it yourself..
How sorry I feel,
For the ones who think,
God’s mind work the same way.
He created light to see well?
To enjoy the beauty?
How wrong we are.
We have a sickness,
With no cure in horizon.
By Kabuli. December 2010.

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