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01-06-06, 11:31 AM
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The Passion Within.....
IP:
i posted this on another site.. thought i should share it here also
. . My charisma is like a hologram seeking the counsel of Holy men Stare thru my skin, & see a soul trying to rise above worldly sin The ins-and-outs of life’s doubts are intricate to unravel, a riddle As time travel propels forth the unknown.., I steel for the gamble Stumbling blocks – clutter at crossroads misleading my optimism I use ink as a gizmo for idiom.., perhaps the Gods forgot to listen? …So, I raise the power-of-speech until it deafens Angel’s earlobes Seeing a spitting-image once facing the monster that I fear most Eyeballs are crimson layered; lashes are spiders’ cobwebs & all Roaming terrestrial realms, seldom resting my head at nightfall Great Spirit within… the passion that elevates my mind & heart Keep flipping these melancholic melodies as if I played the Harp Depicting tunes on my heartstrings, emerging tears-&-laughter I plea O Lord set me free from suffering years in the hereafter Yearning to make use of – these ideas & smouldering desires Born a King, my next inkling is to rebuild a floundering empire A temple rigid upon rocks, the script unveils like cinema slogans I jot blueprints within the sanctuary of my innermost notions Immunized to emotive pain, cold rain ices the heart & feelings Wearily seeking warmth, losing my bearing on this path of being Words able, my patience sat next to Kasparov at the chess table Tactics mostly stable, bash the Bible Book of Dan a blessed fable Enter the Lions den; exit a moral man among dogs’ women & men If money is sin, a person living bankrupt is like being condemned ...As the system obligates to hangmen I hang-on in by a limb I will not drown in the ruin.., stimulated by the desire to swim. Great Spirit within… the passion that elevates my mind & heart Keep flipping these melancholic melodies as if I played the Harp Depicting tunes on my heartstrings, emerging tears-&-laughter I plea O Lord set me free from suffering years in the hereafter . |
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