BLACK COW

BLACK COW

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

The darkest corner of the World

is the corner of the mind.

I lose myself in your corridors

Holding a mantle of Light

to find my way through.

Between the egos and the weapons

and the listless voices

whispering nothing to me

the shadows impair the journey

as I try

and deliver the Light to unlit wicks.

Cruel and shameless cries

endless faces

and no quantum paradise allures

just the enslavement and denials.

I want

to remove myself from these tombs, as

as honey bee waste not a comb

my life

will never become regulated

by these evils.

Dark vestibules of madness

saved my eyesight

by the lantern of her tempered glass.

Teaching me of balance

and why

I walk in these cavernous places

its stench will teach me

more of Gods merciful Light.

I seek and I AM

and the illusions will bear crimes

for which I will understand and measure

as mankind’s blindness fires bullets

in the dark.

The black Cow eats from Satan's fields

and its meat feeds

the multitude of Sinners, as I

walk in the valley of shadows.

God’s Light

is stronger by the darkness

and now I know

the Truth and the path of the Way.

The secretary of the Soul

marks these episodic moments of evil, as men

stay clear of its biblical power.