The seconds, the minutes, the hours slide by,
Slide, no,
Tick - like a clock - slowly (methodically) -
But I'll get by,
I'll get by because I think of you,
HE ( 1523-0901) in the universe so perpetual,
So true,
Has never known the time it takes,
To build something so strong, it makes - it makes me
Work for the things I know we need,
Not money, but a life, free from greed,
Of other people, of other constraints,
Of other things -
that need validation,
Who needs 'better' things?
Its the inspiration, of love
The kind that keeps you awake when alone,
And being alone is not so sad as it seems,
As its the time to imagine -
Imagine greater things.
To whit - to acknowledge - the nightingale,
The angel, the dawn , to think of glory -
To think of the Crown -.
The crown of monarchy, communism, capitalism,
The crown of automomy - what matters?
It's the family
Your loved ones are all that matter, that come to mind,
When you're at you lowest,
Just keep in sight -
That all the 'great people' out there -
Live in fear (constant!) of being less, of no one to care
Is it for money, is it for fame?
Is it for beauty, I feel this way? - No! -
It's from the deep, the deepest part of my soul - from the
Coretx. And the curl. In the depths of my toes
- it's %
LOVE that keeps us strong - carpe diem - jus divinum
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Author:
LMo (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: November 21st, 2019 17:59
- Category: Unclassified
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