Self-Cleansing
Bright lights within dark nights,
I touched myself trying to feel me
Or who I was, deep within me
Pumping… going harder…
Curiosity taking… over me, longer within my soul to my feet
I was feeling a breeze and a picture of the sea showed me
That I could love me… mentally
Sounds of wind whisping my thighs
As they clap together…
To beautiful things … meshed together..
Harmoniously conjoined, peaceful loves
Held by the walking birds whose feet clasped together
When making love….
And soon within my moment I started to imagine
What silence looks like…
My eyes widened to the specs of stars that circled my vision
And I was soon the stars, as one as I meditated outside
Of my body onto thin air or…
Space of nothingness,
Matter touches my soul
And I am nothing, but I am everything,
Coming close… to this unbroken skin of mine,
But yet I felt penetrated.
Upon the cold yet steamy mist that has my body shake

While I stare at …ME..
The alarm sets off and my soul jumped back, this time I looked back
The daybreak is arising and soon despising will be my main flaw,
Characterized by rubber ducks so yellow, they burn
And the childish color of happy thoughts
And unspoken struggles repeatedly rubs my skin….
Or was that me? I was beginning to hate me
But how could I hate me when I was everything.
My inner complex often had this alien feeling the mess of things,
When often perfect appearance strike many,
She was a deceiver to plenty
Because she was deceiving herself.
I was lost under the belt,
Zoning into a deeper area of the arena,
Utilizing the stage of dummies,
Human ME’s who was everything but me,
Everything That I saw me as,
Dumping the bodies under the rug located in the profound hallway,
Dusty where feet lay, cleansing the characteristics of the broken hearted,
Lied to, beaten physically… and mentally…
ME who was no longer me
Because I had come out and repented to me and cleansed the dirty
Parts of me,
So now I hope everyone can see that me no longer
Breathes in this recyclable earth where pieces of heaven might lay,
Or once laid upon the good, white and beautiful peace would
Take over me as I was….
Lost.. in the.. sea.

By Veemo Starr