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We are sinners, there’s
no hope we’ll survive
every heartbeat
inflames the need deep alive
it leads us and drives
us together ever faster
without much concern
to the hereon ever after
Thus we’re tied to
the ground cannot touch the sky
feed our illusions
without which we will die
self-destruct with
a force unimagined pain and pleasure
on this edge here we
stand while we’re loosening the tether
May we fall, may
we wallow, may we find that what we need
May the prize be
worthy treasure one so desp’rately we seek
May we feed our
souls not starve it become empty and deplete
May the choices
that we make leave us sated and replete
All depends on what we feed our soul.
ReplyDeleteLovely comment, ajc ... Love, cat.
DeleteI am agreeing with Alex here, it all depends on the what one takes in and expel. We are angels and sinners depends on the day I guess...
DeleteIt's like there is two different poem here. Could it be our duality?
ReplyDeleteToday
ReplyDeleteIt was a day
Like I've often said
Today was a day
Better alive
And not dead
I'm here
And
You're there
A gulf it would seem
The math says though
There's nothing in between
Its all the same they say
Everything's energy
Your energy spoke to mine today
Wipe the tear
Just enough to say
Today,
It was a day
Fucking A,
And a day it was!
... i suspect i will follow U and Ur thoughts 4 ever... and me think, ma friend V ... if it wasn't for "farcebook" and cell phones ... the world would b a better place ... i know cuz i have neither ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeletei am no sinner,
ReplyDeletei am as perfect as the rose,
- even when i am naked and bleeding.
Yes....and no...to a degree, we DO have a choice
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