It’s curve doesn’t shape my face
Neither the shimmer
Of all pushin’ and pullin’ whiten teeth;
It doesn’t make sense at all
When its heir and recipient
Mirrors only his very own aggravation.

I don’t think wearing classy stuff
Would make me lighten the day
Neither would arrogance and conceit
Put me in the cream of the top,
For at the end, I may simply slip away.

There were invisible wires
Bonding my muscles and soul
And then, my heart takes it flight
To the eternal embrace of my Father
Snatchin’ me away from the world’s inner core.

I wonder how the rooster left its beloved hen
His throat became anxious of the melted-rough thud
And how our pet Doggy run, not in the race
But from the sadden sun
Even he’s terrified by the minority of the roads.

I’m not lying on my bed for hours
Not even bringing idleness with my friend, Day
But found the words uttered:
For this is my day.

Thanksgiving overflows in me
My vocabulary was bashing with its own
For it’s earthly, but the Heaven shouts the greatest glory
It grants me with the heart’s purity and simplicity
With floating words of Truth and Life,
Without any defamation
That could re-incarcerate my so-human thoughts.

If I were a building,
Would my facade brag my interior?
Would people be drawn to the Designer?
For words will not come to life
If I were simply somethin’
That was just an edifice, yet has not been edified.

I, then, am human being
With the nature of humankind
Resisting the enticement of the flesh.

But if I’m to put that smirk back on my features,
Would it be my asset to talk big?
Of how the Giver has been good to me.
For if I’d see Eve face to face,
Would I glimpse only her impurities and be contaminated?
Or would the inner alteration
Widen its curve and spring up the spirit and the soul.

(5/17/14 @xirlleelang)