Finding out that you aren't perfect anymore...
pestering, with rage and fury like the of winds of change...
Rearrange your thought process and realize that you are not immortal.
Toil in turmoil as your body is reconstructed by parasites that take your nights and blanket the stars in shadows of humility.
What was once is now gone, and the sun sets on regrets
and guilt. Grief stricken images emerge as you have past on a plague with visible insurgence left vague to re-emergence, that makes waves on skins surface, and ripples with disease.
I am not at ease, and will never be again...until the end of forever
Until the end of whatever, I will be slighted and different than you.
Or am I, what are you hiding...you may not even know it may be residing in you as well...welcome to hell and ill be the doorman, not the architect, but I hold the floor plan to each and every room.
Open each door and unlock life's truths
I'm no sooth, but I now live inside a crystal ball, and I throw stones
and shatter the glass on which my foundation was built
I need stilts to carry me above the burning sensations of realizations and frailty
I think twice before casting anymore rocks at the fear that I may eventually cut myself.
Oh wait, actually its already too late, blood is pouring out and it is tainted blood..given through tainted love
Should've worn a glove, but hindsight just arises to bite you in the ass
So I ask...why me?
Why not...
Why not me, for I am no different than you, a mere man, a mortal, stricken with scars that prove
my outcries, scars that tell of past lies and forbid me to do the same...I contemplate
...and exact revenge on my will, for I will not succumb to its threatening tone
I'm not alone, as you are not, so come to me, talk to me, feel with me
...love with me.
Trust, and live to your fullest
Live until 99 and 9 tenths, and on the tenth step reach for gods hand
and stand naked without a blemish.
With no marks to separate you from him...
We are all the same when viewed from within.
Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-01-09 at 19:05
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Blemish
Can you feel it grow...inside of you, on you, festeringpestering, with rage and fury like the of winds of change...
Rearrange your thought process and realize that you are not immortal.
Toil in turmoil as your body is reconstructed by parasites that take your nights and blanket the stars in shadows of humility.
What was once is now gone, and the sun sets on regrets
and guilt. Grief stricken images emerge as you have past on a plague with visible insurgence left vague to re-emergence, that makes waves on skins surface, and ripples with disease.
I am not at ease, and will never be again...until the end of forever
Until the end of whatever, I will be slighted and different than you.
Or am I, what are you hiding...you may not even know it may be residing in you as well...welcome to hell and ill be the doorman, not the architect, but I hold the floor plan to each and every room.
Open each door and unlock life's truths
I'm no sooth, but I now live inside a crystal ball, and I throw stones
and shatter the glass on which my foundation was built
I need stilts to carry me above the burning sensations of realizations and frailty
I think twice before casting anymore rocks at the fear that I may eventually cut myself.
Oh wait, actually its already too late, blood is pouring out and it is tainted blood..given through tainted love
Should've worn a glove, but hindsight just arises to bite you in the ass
So I ask...why me?
Why not...
Why not me, for I am no different than you, a mere man, a mortal, stricken with scars that prove
my outcries, scars that tell of past lies and forbid me to do the same...I contemplate
...and exact revenge on my will, for I will not succumb to its threatening tone
I'm not alone, as you are not, so come to me, talk to me, feel with me
...love with me.
Trust, and live to your fullest
Live until 99 and 9 tenths, and on the tenth step reach for gods hand
and stand naked without a blemish.
With no marks to separate you from him...
We are all the same when viewed from within.
Poetry by TheNakedPoet
Read 491 times
Written on 2007-01-09 at 19:05
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