To be one with one...
Is that complete?
You get all the trimmings, the gravy and the meat.
Now I contemplate -
My attitude -
And who I had become.
A freedom fighter, for a better way - the sword - look out - hear we come!
Now there's a villain in this story
(Did he see it?)
Weren't the two one flesh?
All for his glory?
I must confess.
You can see it on the gravy train, going round and round, I am not going to stop it.
It's life on a cloud...
Really, just a simple fix, two is always better than one.
Add a third increase the nation...
It's mathematical persuasion.
That to love one's self is seldom noble
But to deny your own flesh?
But who art thou, O great mountain?
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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A most interesting poem that calls question to the issue of should one love oneself and I believe one should for if you don't I don't believe you can love any thing or any one else. Well written
Reading this felt like a ride through both satire and scripture…the gravy train and the mountain side by side. Powerful and relatable, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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