Beyond the door.... By Robert Fullarton Copyright 2017

Beyond the door....

By Robert Fullarton

Copyright 2017

Detached man

-From the people

All disjointed

-From the society ripped apart

From the bindings

Of the fluttering soul

Croaking out

Communities splinter

Into self sought individuals

Self seeking makers

Of the images

of the cardboard cut utopias

Days in cafes babbling

Nights in pubs bleating

to the sore

and sorry soul

knowing not

but wanting to consume

from murky troughs

of eternal waste suspended

from nightly rambles

and daily walks

through the societal mists

of man made complications

A day is like a page

Of life

A life is a fluorescent judgment

In the dark hinterlands

Of the human heart

In a moment a random man

Searches for the luminescent God

From the luminescent heart

From the deeply desiring soul

Awoken from the slumber

A confession of the lips

The harbouring

And grasping

Of the beloved

In the landscapes

Of time and space

And all that lies beyond the door

Desiring to be in his arms

Cradled and grown

Out of the good and healthy soil

To have a good and mighty soul

I have ploughed through these blizzards

These days of know not

And know what

These devices of the world

To the hungry receptive

Minds of the generations

The squeezing of all promises

The testing of all hearts

Comes at the boiling over

Of the nations on the heads

Of the tied and bound scapegoat

They cry for meaning

Like ragged souls in the grimy streets

In the lofty palaces of knowledge

In the giving and taking of alms

In the making of money

And the mounds of pleasure

But live as sleep walkers

Through the pageantry of the night

Each dame and gent partakes

And plays a part

But the act is wearing out

And the game has grown in tedium

In a moment a random man

Searches for the luminescent God

From the luminescent heart

From the deeply desiring soul

Awoken from the slumber

A confession of the lips

The harbouring

And grasping

Of the beloved

In the landscapes

Of time and space

And all that lies beyond the door

A God with hands and feet

Arms stretched outward

Without a sound

For whom to meet

On the ragged road homeward

bound