Perhaps one day I’ll join the rest
beauties placed upon the stage
embodying nature’s tendency
to demonstrate the female grace
between the age of young to old
each so comely in their way
time will dictate consequence
though forward movement will occur
a legacy that all must face
to embody their own display
a statement made by design
as age descends with every year
perhaps one day I’ll join the rest
with myself as the result
creating style along the way
pure ascetic holding sway.
Deprive yourself pleasure, so you may
Gain a reward beyond measure.
SOLILOQUE
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Alone in the way; without seeing even a single way amongst thousand ways. But he could see a lamp where cobblers and emperors stand together, lamentably begging.
Some of them were not reluctant even to steal the iris of the God.
And their prayers turned out to be a question towards the God.
Went back.
Free from edifice.
Since then, never prayed.
One cannot worship the flowers of prayer with the thorn of appeal; cannot touch either.
Once, at an unforgettable time of loving experience, God asked me.
Is there anything to be appealed?
undoubtedly answered.
Nothing but love; to give and take.
This heart itself is notes of love and the offertory as well.
Songs of love by obliterating heaven and hell.
Wrap up my heart with your esteemed love.
Melt me down with your thermal love.
my rage is something else
lives an ascetic life- pathetic
glances about space
taking time to choose-
erase- delude & replace.
come to me on your knees
whispering quiet submissive
"please" tickling my fancy,
covering me in wicked delight.
i refuse to stop you & our
fight is a merging (collision)
bloody bonds, bared teeth &
shared defeat.