Oddly

Oddly

 

She admired me because I was oddly different.

Different in so many different ways, yet puzzling like a Rubik’s cube she found me oddly brilliant.

She witnessed me do battle in an intellectual arena and knew that it’d be ignorant to deem me ignorant,

But I often bathed in ignorance,

So, she deduced it was deliberate,

And saw it as plain belligerent.

That’s our key difference.

I ask, what would you do if you saw a drowning infant?

I’m no infant, but what I ask is for you to have the courage to be my deliverance.

Teach me how to read love because I’m emotionally illiterate.

It does not take much to be sufficient,

 I will not rely on if you’re consistent,

However, if you accept the challenge to save me be sure that you’re persistent.

What really is a consistency in a universe ruled by change?

However, persistence is that piece of forever that goes against the grains,

Of time, I feel chained to the anchors of change,

 And with you.

With you I want to be oddly problematic for the hands of time to hold.

 I am that odd philosopher that has grown wise, feeble, and old,

Searching inanely and insanely for a philosophers stone,

Capable of turning copper metal into gold,

So that I may become able to conceive a soul,

 That will harmonize with mines to make us whole.

I see that hole,

That missing half of my soul.

Being aware of what’s not there has oddly taken a toll.

So that I may cope with the hollow cold,

Vices become the odd consumers to which I sell my soul.

Like a product on an intangible market,

Thrown, like garbage,

Into a sea of darkness,

Trapped in a rotting carcass,

Heartless,

Zipped in a black bag that’s wrapped in a Nubian carpet.

Chained to concrete bricks so that I may drown in eternal darkness.