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Apr 2017
i must admit...
its going to hurt
all this irrelevant *******
just to keep you distracted
from doing what’s actually necessary

i must admit...
you got this
i got your back
and don’t worry
because no one’s gonna attack you
cause all there is is existence

I must admit...
that all this belligerence
i see through
that b.s.
sadly
its pretentious
and if it doesn't serve our attention
than what the hell are we doing with it
anyway
let's forget our hesitation
for a second

I must admit...
they control you
with your own amazement
satiated by
shadows
dancing for hours
upon the points of arrows
feeling forlorn
and scorned by the establishment

I must admit...
that i am laughing
in satisfaction
indeed
the need is clear
to clear your head
and pay no mind
to childish temper tantrums

i must admit...
that I am not defined by politics
so solve those faulty equations
or seek salvation
grieve for the lonely masturbators
who long to be held by your heart
they jump out of windows
as we partake
in the greatest experiment ever undergone
and then call it Art

I must admit...
the mystique is here
and the path is clear
and fear is not the answer
i swear
do I compare my love to her dresses
to her kindness
to her fantasies
to her faint caresses

I must admit...
*** is best in the moonlight
while future stars stare at your heart
you seek for love
and you grieve for love
while doves are flying
in the sky
magic is passing by
right now above your head
we are blessed
yet still afraid of our own essence
you sentence me to heaven
again and again

i must admit...
i know shadow
i know shame
and i am not a stranger
to all of this blame
served in pots made of pewter
served in copper
served in aluminum
served in cast-iron
serve it cold
serve it hot
serve it proper
or all of this may be used against you
and you will be shot
and killed
for your transgressions

I must admit...
the breath renews itself
and you too
so before we stand tall again
i want to crawl upon this floor
and kiss you
all over
again
for music halls
are ideal
places to run, skip and jump through
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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