Soul Proprietor

Do you own your soul?

Forlorn and untold, borne deep sown as reaped corn conditional to work shown and above all honed- a soul is a formed with TLC or lack thereof- be warned.

Want versus need, psychology versus philosophy, flaunt versus creed, knowledge as a currency versus the liquidity being sociably desirable.

To sweeten soirees in verses deliciously and delectably contrived to be contradictory to reasonable pomp and circumstance.

Subversively yet served perpetually turned inadvertently tuned to the stresses and triggers represented blatantly yet sparsely confined precious moments in betwixt the real life and fantasy.

The bewitching hour lit by night tremors of pressures giving to a rock and a hard place congealed to be a non sequitur reverse red-herring oblique aliteration to past, present and future esoteric ethos versus pathos ad continuum in delirium wondering why?

Meanwhile staring in Food Section or aisle undecidedly not knowing, choosing, selecting nor browsing- confounded by the absence metaphor right before c’est la vie mon ami recipe for swinging via the anti-thesis to rigor mortis.

A hole in the chest, is the hollow echo-chamber of what used to be a dreamer exploited by reality hope can be dangerous thing come crashing down like tear of the Son of Icarus in a surreal midnight solar eclipse circus.

The mystery the enigma unaswered unless brave enough to take the leap to live that life by the horns rang in philharmonic symphony strived by conquering the unkown conflicts of the abstract to form vision translated

toward action constituting a notion to know thyself increasing fortitude to soldier and carry on further.

By Edwin “DV8NT” Narvaez