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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “I wish to have them.” What does that mean? To “have” No one can “have” anyone else. And yet, We say it as though We can. As though We can gather everything, All that We desire, From another being And call Them Ours. It is human to have. To take, To consume, To ransack. To find what person can be instrumental And snatch Them up. To Their detriment? To Their benefit? Into the sinking, Beating, Pulsing indulgence Of a heart. To “have” What a cruel way to desire, We scream And fall And push And pull And love And hate Full of every name for every feeling. We all pray to have We all pity Our loneliness Or rather Our guilt. Guilt of Our greed, Our conscious Our subconscious Our said and unsaid. To desire the beauty The peace The flame The cold The heart The brain The likeness The ability to care for others The need to help The guts to do it The eyes that see through to you The face that treats vision softly The lips that move with dancing speech The touch that trickles down your spine The smell that ignites the senses The warmth and breath of comfort Of Another. We weep at the sight of the loss We crumble in Their gaze. If it’s all We give, Then it’s all We take And more And so much more. Or are We all wrong? Do our considerations, And thoughts And ideas And policies, Mean no thing to no person? But They wonder too, So how can We be discontented? If They are so inclined to be the same? Must We be strong? For Their sake? Be the figment that shines so deeply, They cannot help but love Us. But it’s all just an inundation Of words And feelings Of anything We can distinguish From the dark of Our souls, Which are so enlightened by Their presence But so gutted by Their absence. We cannot be but human, But yet We are not people. We are not a committee, We persist in a writhing mass, One of disgraceful anguish. Of Our sins; Our Wrath Our Gluttony Out Lust Our Envy Our Greed Our Pride And of Our Sloth. Who are We to have? Or even to love? We can barely own Ourselves. But who am I to judge.
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