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Un-parch and part our seas of need               " Be True  " All kisses kismet For your being In my motives, complex And your presence resolute Is like Moses to mountains absolute Defiant to pharoahs fleeing as they wail and wretch        Dry reticent's / fake to make Gilding what they deem In themselves as golden truths A society unseen with no relief or boon   like swarms they only teem with beauty in masquerades, still sly as any thief like A house of cards All ready for the fall Weak in their deceits... Replete Of teeth and walls Build me instead no regret No slaves / compelled or bade But choice made resolve / tentade* In devotion's open season   Not entombed / embalmed / awe of death Rather a heart in spades, life with breadth   No commandments made  barricade But our names reclaimed instead No fear of dark neverwas yet Alive even unto death. For we are freedom We are loved   A nest, a hut, a cave A tower, skyscraper / a home Our kiss in the shade A Genesis Resurrection roads The Universe / all oceans of O Lovingly we will wade Again and again inhale sweet life's rhapsodies and the rose... again and again / our song at the up-most Understanding without anger or books Conceding and agreeing It is all good This is us And now in hush Eyes beyond sight must Open / See : the Empathy questions keeping note asking not acquiescently In who's company? Why,  by Love's infinite dynasty Now know No one is lost when already home   Love is much stronger Is further thrown Than any tablet made of Stone.                    " Be true " And in this moment Awaken               Absolute   Now go Always not almost                   " I love you so ..."
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
MY ONE COMMANDMENT
Un-parch and part our seas of need               " Be True  " All kisses kismet For your being In my motives, complex And your presence resolute Is like Moses to mountains absolute Defiant to pharoahs fleeing as they wail and wretch        Dry reticent's / fake to make Gilding what they deem In themselves as golden truths A society unseen with no relief or boon   like swarms they only teem with beauty in masquerades, still sly as any thief like A house of cards All ready for the fall Weak in their deceits... Replete Of teeth and walls Build me instead no regret No slaves / compelled or bade But choice made resolve / tentade* In devotion's open season   Not entombed / embalmed / awe of death Rather a heart in spades, life with breadth   No commandments made  barricade But our names reclaimed instead No fear of dark neverwas yet Alive even unto death. For we are freedom We are loved   A nest, a hut, a cave A tower, skyscraper / a home Our kiss in the shade A Genesis Resurrection roads The Universe / all oceans of O Lovingly we will wade Again and again inhale sweet life's rhapsodies and the rose... again and again / our song at the up-most Understanding without anger or books Conceding and agreeing It is all good This is us And now in hush Eyes beyond sight must Open / See : the Empathy questions keeping note asking not acquiescently In who's company? Why,  by Love's infinite dynasty Now know No one is lost when already home   Love is much stronger Is further thrown Than any tablet made of Stone.                    " Be true " And in this moment Awaken               Absolute   Now go Always not almost                   " I love you so ..."
Tentade - Swedish pronoun, or my slang version of tentamount
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
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