Damnation Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Damnation

In the land of casual romance,
I took all kinds of strangers,
It didn't make sense,

Senses havebeds but no feelings on their indecentbones,
The way you fumbled your way into the darkened sheets,
Hunting the dark display,

Gulping's of air to reach your target,
Cream crops of woolen fleshes and what it standouts,
cutouts of the faceless women of numerous repose,

None on the earth made beautiful by the maker,
The maker engaged tethersfor a homeless man,

A lovely cabin of the mind,
To breed beauty by imagination,

Maybe mind andunconsecrated love,
Without unctions from the priest,

But here reality overtakes custody,
And i am indulged in these stealthypractices,
Of raking mud in the soil of the unspeakable.

Of making sense of abomination,
Lusting for its pleasures,

The sure way to damnation,
And the burnings of self in hell.

Paths riddled with the false worship,
of the flesh wound goddess.