Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Take'th from me..
Immaterial. That nay belong...
There I were.... Of desire.
Yet still vexed by the glimmer..
And in it's sheen hypnotized.
Must i really be a slave.
To these human needs.
Why do we require such petty...
& trivial things to be...
And So see failure in...
Not having purpose to polish.
Yet pride A'men in me for reason of giving.
So do I not want...
That which marks my mistakes & inability...
To acquire that which i have No desire for.
Yet seen void by null filled means, as...
I do Not wear nor yearn for these trinkets...
That bestow glory for even a life I Do Not Own.
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Give me a the finger instead of the ring,allow me to dig onto your flesh with unpolished nails. Whisper into these bare ears that can but hear truth.Water these dry barren wastelands that purse together to kiss you.See these dark holes filled with empty expectations of nothing.Allow me to give what cannot be bought.Me.
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