The Infatuation of One's Soul
lies deeply in thy self conscious thought
that one's thinking could control
the souls matter allowing one's self
to be opened purely for the purpose
of being here thus not being judged
the excitement for another being
to yearn the pleasure of your passion
to be absorbed in a place that can't fit
your heart and mine so crowded thinking
crowded beliefs infatuates the soul
without touching how than do we
destroy the living environment of one's self
how than do we leave lessons unlearned
and at the same time be defeated
by the envy to know someone else's soul
herein the way we live the way we love
shall capture a none existing immortally
of terror a soul so blatantly covered in desire
and pain all of who we are comes before
the knowledge of Moses if we allow
one of us to have the word and freely
so unselfishly speak it
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