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Nate ere Nov 2014
As for the world
I can't withstand

the cumbering days
try my shrunken self

Until at last we finally can
Hide our souls in each others hands
Nate ere Nov 2014
Sitting long at the lonely pulpit
Great men raised in the arcane age
Will gaze at the fraught white nothing
Of an empty page

His torn and labored hands
In time begin to work and play
If service be the only way
then ever to listen, ever to pray

His temperate mind begins to ache
as thoughtless lines acquire shape
a crowning genius may invoke
the secret of divine pen strokes
Nate ere Nov 2014
many, much
many more
the words are scattered
on the floor

I kick them with my careless feet
until the poems themselves complete

many, much
many more
the path is shining
on the floor

I let the currents - low they sweep
take me away unto the deep
Nate ere Oct 2014
all I know is
you have to make it yours
here take it! It's a thought you adored
but don't call it mine
and don't call it yours

Make it yours! Make it yours!
take it in, tear it up
but don't keep it safe
or its bound to disrupt

I really won't mind
I want you to have it
I don't fit you just right
but don't be so tragic

Let it live in your mind
let it steep in your sores
and don't be surprised
when my thought becomes yours

take it in, take it all
the world is free
to share itself
objectively
let it live in your mind
let it steep in your sores
and don't be surprised
when the world becomes yours
Nate ere Oct 2014
Each night I die a peaceful death
Each day I'm born anew

My former life a paling dream
Of which I cast adieu

Yet still I know of yesterday
As present selves require

I clean the cluttered day of din
my life, oh soul, inspire!

All I ever feel is change
And all I think is One

When feelings bind me to the Earth
Thought breaks towards the Sun

On senseless paths that I contrive
Each day I pay the toll

Each day of thirst I dare imbibe
The reservoir of soul
Nate ere Oct 2014
do we not have faith in faith?
or a love of love?
and a hate of hate?

the death of death
marks the birth of life

truths I've seen
by the light of light
Nate ere Oct 2014
we remember man is cursed
to always love the self first
but always we forget to guide
with the boundaries of self in mind
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