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Lance Baker to zkon360
October 5, 2014Show Details
Pulchritude

The excellency of beauty
is how far you look from me
It stymies my autonomy
Its captivity envelops me
on this journey
farther from what I was meant to be
Transforming into a newborn baby
Is what started this perpetual plea
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Father, won't you let this cup pass from me, possibly?
Still these eyes yield no mercy

They magnetize
Above the thighs
ascend to the breast
You know the rest

A new meaning
Comes with every screening

My gleaning
Of pseudo-dreaming

I feel my heart beating
Intensifying my breathing
As I fail to keep believing
Because she looks so intriguing

The immediacy
Of what I see
Hinders me
Potentially, lasciviously

Then

I lock on only to aggrandize
To my surprise
And then oblige
By her disguise
Which I surmise to be true,
but, they're lies

These eyes,
Can't

Reveal what is really
What transcends sensuality
Jumps over reality
Reaching for what's noumenally
Seeming more like a fallacy

Lord please send me an analogy
Is that you in my periphery?

No

This sight manifests no definition
Intuition which elucidates vain repetition
The occupation of being my own mortician
Without your intervention I continue this descension
With no chance at... redemption

Lord, help me to see
Not 4 eyes
Not any
To see through the well formed dust
At nothingness that I may input my trust
A final resting place for my lust
Because being with you is a must