An Ocean Of Heartbreak Poem by Ishmael Onserio

You think you can do it better,
I know you are above everything,
No one does it better than you,
See him there, why clench those fists?
He will mess everything, just look,
Whispers curling across like a tandem,
Gazes of distrust and lame corrections.
You think you are nothing in front of the multitude,
It is so queer, it is not a secret, the is done openly,
You could think that your breath is in the custody of the holy one,
I see it in places of many hands,
I see it under the roofs of many dwelling places,
I know you are the angel of light,
You have just come to correct the downfalls scattered,
The unamended ways seen in illusions of time,
You have come with the knowledge that heals forever,
Waiting for a chance to stand tall and unleash your claws,
There is nothing new, this is the way it's done I believe,
My way is not your way, we are not the same,
Our mothers bore us in the aisles of alienations,
That one doesn't mean to be subdued,
Do your way and correct with that passion,
With abounding love and endurance granted,
There's no better here below,
There is no perfection under this expansive realm,
The ego is endeavoring to show that subjugation,
The tongue is so quick to utter that it can't swallow,
Always remember this in totality,
We are who we are,
You and I are in the race of this kind of living,
We have been licked by different faces of the moon,
All sailing in the ocean of heartbreaks,

That heavy heart will strangle you one day
You were taught to obey,
Your mother instructed you to behave well,
In front of all men,
To wear a heart that takes a halt,
When life slopes get steeper,
But look now, your ear couldn't heed to that call;
Deep gullies, the erosion of life in time,
That heavy heart will strangle you one day.

Your preacher shunned it all,
Away from your mind that was growing then,
That time when heart could follow the sacred teachings,
The holly instructions of living,
To wear a calm face in times of raging fire,
Your mind listened well,
To those songs of calm living under the sun,
This was then, when the tender buds of May sprung,
That heavy heart will strangle you one day.

You heard all as you listened intently,
The ways of life as they were ushered in,
From every path where you have trod,
You decided to close all your ears and eyes,
Not listening to the charming and celebrated wining of time,
This was to save you, now I see rage,
This running will soon bring you to a dead end,
That heavy heart will strangle you one day.

I warned you as you came over,
As you passed into the adulthood that is now,
I told you how life tricks wobbly minds, the undecided,
I saw you in this line of duty waiting,
To enter deep into the kiln of blasphemous act,
I warned you, I urged you to adhere,
To respect and slowing down in with immense humility,
This was a song I knew, but I had to pass it on to you,
That heavy heart will strangle you one day.

See here, see there,
A mind wondering of the adventure,
That directs life to disillusionment,
What is the origin of this curse?
Why all these here in my territory?
These are words of this time,
I know they will be chewed a little longer from now on,
You think it's a curse, you see it as a spell,
This is a true living, that is how I see it.
The reaping of the past ignorance,
You see those intertwined hands yonder,
You wish it were you,
Those lovebirds in their nest were clothed in longevity,
That long-suffering and dedication,
Never winked, never looked aside,
The recipe of real living,
You cannot put any of this apart,
This is all you needed; this is what you need,
That heavy heart will strangle you one day.

It is not too late to salvage your sinking boat,
Don't aspire to be an angel now,
When ego is riding up in high skies,
Don't take your breath away at this prime time,
The tunnel over there is open for you to enter,
And explore of life, the real living,
Be you and live in your closet contented,
Jumping over trees will lead you to a decline,
A downfall that will sum up your existence,
I urge you to listen, see and endure,
That heavy heart will strangle you one day.

The magic of the mighty sandwich
That reason is contained in between,
The tasty morsels are intertwined,
Woven into a rock-strata for the anticipated munch,
The force that pushes the two slides of the baked dough,
So strong to cause a surge on detachment,
The sweetness of the green lettuce and pickles is interlocked,
In unison it passes with a tinge of fermentation in that first bite.
I see the reddened succulent tomato slices,
The dripping thereof gives the fusing saliva a jump,
The flowing on the cheesed side like spits of lava,
You can't stop the additions to the sliding wheels of bread,
You can't stop asking for more, all kinds dressed differently,
I see you here tomorrow for more after this first taste,
It will call you again from the chambers of the underworld,
You will climb those mountains hastily to get your share,
The magic of the mighty sandwich,
You will cross those rivers for this kind of quench,
All just for the buttered slides' sake,
Without satiety leaving hunger here and there forever,
Wanting more and more each day as you live by,
That inner heartily fulfillment is never attained,
In presence of mighty sandwiches hoisted for a display.