THE BEAUTIFUL BURDEN BESTOWED UPON MY BRAIN By Jasen Sousa
THE BEAUTIFUL BURDEN BESTOWED UPON MY BRAIN
It started off as an illogical idea.
A young man, age of 23, this is not what was meant for me.
Illumination and realization of an unimaginable fear,
a script dead spirits secretly sent to me.
To give up thoughtless treasures that makes a person greedy,
a suffering which strangulates me to succumb.
To let pointless pleasures pass away, and always be there for those who need me,
to transform my thoughts from the norm, even if it will make my body numb.
To be respected for taking care of those who are needlessly neglected,
to bury what I was and dig up what I could be.
My passion so powerful, to the point where I could perfect it,
to never question what I’m doing, doing what I know I should be.
To live alone and be surrounded by crowds,
to have enough energy to act different as everyone else.
To secure a permanent residency in the clouds,
to be dead for years and have my poetry still beating with a pulse.
The great weight that rests on my mind,
a magnificent misfortune, a monstrosity indeed.
A beautiful way to be blind,
a virtue to know what will hurt you, the vice of being picked to lead.
To have vision to see people’s scars,
to have wisdom to acknowledge those who have death on their breath.
Constructed by the great pyramid builders, my mind aligned with the stars,
to be viewed long after my body has left.
No, I am not insane,
to have a perspective that welcomes pain.
To have thoughts that are not the quite the same,
the beautiful burden bestowed upon my brain.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
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It started off as an illogical idea.
A young man, age of 23, this is not what was meant for me.
Illumination and realization of an unimaginable fear,
a script dead spirits secretly sent to me.
To give up thoughtless treasures that makes a person greedy,
a suffering which strangulates me to succumb.
To let pointless pleasures pass away, and always be there for those who need me,
to transform my thoughts from the norm, even if it will make my body numb.
To be respected for taking care of those who are needlessly neglected,
to bury what I was and dig up what I could be.
My passion so powerful, to the point where I could perfect it,
to never question what I’m doing, doing what I know I should be.
To live alone and be surrounded by crowds,
to have enough energy to act different as everyone else.
To secure a permanent residency in the clouds,
to be dead for years and have my poetry still beating with a pulse.
The great weight that rests on my mind,
a magnificent misfortune, a monstrosity indeed.
A beautiful way to be blind,
a virtue to know what will hurt you, the vice of being picked to lead.
To have vision to see people’s scars,
to have wisdom to acknowledge those who have death on their breath.
Constructed by the great pyramid builders, my mind aligned with the stars,
to be viewed long after my body has left.
No, I am not insane,
to have a perspective that welcomes pain.
To have thoughts that are not the quite the same,
the beautiful burden bestowed upon my brain.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©