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We are complete in one another
We are perfect perfection to apex perfectionism individually
We are a temple of each other’s worship
I just know exactly what it feels to hold guilt.
Right when I turn to you
eyes hurten, throat grasping for air.
How dare you betrayed me
no substance I'm my own excuse for my abscence.
My dear child,
I thought of you
before time existed or
darkness was created.
Before there was dirt
beneath your feet and
Earth before your eyes,
I knew you,
and I loved you
says we should favor
the simplest theory,
all things
being equal
in this roll of dice life
but I prefer the more complex
if it means an Ear
to hear
I am the illustrator
The masterpiece creator
The doodler
Subjective art form translator
Visionary artist
What's between my legs offends you
I can see it in your fear
the way you shut us out just proves
you can't face the truth within.
We have the Universe inside us
you see it bleeding out
Part One:I am a destroyerDestroy herDestroy himDestroy them
Destroyer of worlds of multifarious dimensions.
ICARUS - a stiffened dream of humanity in his desire - to fly
Space ships and airplanes is not full of human feeling
that this dream has come true
Our mind want to traveling around the stars and distant worlds
I don’t get like this often
When it happens, I feel my heart soften
My body shivers with discontent
Not sure of what I am meant
To do, to feel,
Rain, Rain
Some say you're pain.
You can destroy a community
to which there is no immunity.
"Not weedless, but beautiful,"
Says the gardener of her flowers.
"Not eternal, but sturdy,"
Says the builder of his house.
"Not worth a million dollars, but priceless."
Says the artist of her work.
My name is I am
I know you don’t know me
But are you willing to learn
Exactly what I have been through
I am who I am and no one will stop me
I am six
Will anyone play with me
Here we are . . .
Time, space within the eternal love of the Creator.
How did we come together to this world of chaotic fear?
My soul has accepted this question whose answer is beyond this life.
Never has my apology
Been so deep
As the dusk my heart was
Seen for its true self
In my eyes and those of my Creator
Once upon a time in a land so divine-
Some man stood still on a city upon a hill.
He'd stare down and wait for the stars to turn faint-
Then the glass turned to sand and died the old man.
I step outside with lowly thoughts
Walking slow to the park across.
I walk around, all down in the slump
When I looked up and saw a huge tree trunk!
Reality is fatal,
but only a small percentage overdoses
it can suck the life from you
leave you tired, depressed
an empty shell.
So my hobbies are my drugs,
my imagination my dealer
I gleam with a yellow satisfaction,
The night couldn't be more clear.
My thunderous telescope absorbs fiery light,
And brings the booming images near.
