I AM AN ONION

I AM AN ONION

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

I am an Onion.

Every layer removed

gets closer to my vulnerability.

Will the Chef of existence

cook me among the stewed Sin

or bury my seed?

I am always gasping for breath

never relieved of burden

and only my tongue

saves me

from a savaging endurance.

I am an Onion.

Only the plain site of my skin

characterizes me

and the poets have a field day

stabbing the other

screaming for victory

running the writer into the ground.

How the scale of words

becomes weighted

and who wins

when the messages are deciphered?

I am an Onion.

The consciousness of the Universe

is contained in the mind

against the opposing fractals

juggernauting unrest

and the irony of peace among slaves.

No one is immune

as we all trudge through the mud

understand little or nothing

but what we believe is the Truth.

Each generation of Man

kills the other

for these final determinations.

I am an Onion.

I am growing in a field of darkness

for I am a special planting

opening the eyes of the blinded

in my Truth, and in my Way

bringing the journey of sustenance

to those that will listen.

Whether in Star Wars

or the victory suite of a vicar

I shall profess

and in these profanities awaken the dead

for what is life

but to understand the World of Light.

Do not be judged

for the archaic and symbiotic tunings

will cast you, as an Onion.

Sin is magnified by our layers.