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I am the container, the glass house in life I'm fragile and bleed at the end of a knife I'm also an outlet, a way to express The one labouring to clean any mess The pack mule to this game The one to physically bear the pain I'm overworked and under-appreciated The only connection to the outside Because I work as a shield against it I have ragged and punched, laughed, and cried I take the abuse and protect everything inside I am, The Body But what would life be without feeling? A meaningless thing forever reeling. I am the meaning, I find it in everything I am the reason for the body’s being I find beauty in almost every place The body's my cage, I'm encased I feel love, hate, and sympathy A body cannot compete with me I pump, I beat, I am the center of life Art, happiness, pain, and strife Are all things I feel and beat for All things I wish to feel more Without me Life would cease to be They call me The heart Although the body is the vessel And the beat of the heart is essential My pristine thoughts reign Supreme The logical analyzer to this being I am the true controller The undeniable all-knower The silly heart dabbers in petty things While I know best about everything The drone of a body needs my command In order to react, feel, or stand My impulses and neurons reside as the head of all muscles inside I am capable of miraculous lengths My tissue is competent for amazing strengths Throughout life I have had names of all kind But my preferred entitlement is, The Mind Physical presence is a wondrous thing but its dying, weak, and fleeting Have you forgotten why you breath? Is it really that hard to conceive? Life is discouraging but inner peace is true The safe haven you seek has always been inside you Spiritually there is more than meets the eye Something that gives you life before you die For centuries mankind has tried to solve this mystery What energy leaves the dead behind in a cemetery? What is life? What does it mean? The heart, the mind, and the body? Is that really all there can be? No my friends..... Remember me? The light inside of this entity The whisper bringing breath to the eyes The warmth inside the heart to surprise The essence of life before its taken its toll I am love, I am spirit, I am The Soul.
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
Argument of importance
I am the container, the glass house in life I'm fragile and bleed at the end of a knife I'm also an outlet, a way to express The one labouring to clean any mess The pack mule to this game The one to physically bear the pain I'm overworked and under-appreciated The only connection to the outside Because I work as a shield against it I have ragged and punched, laughed, and cried I take the abuse and protect everything inside I am, The Body But what would life be without feeling? A meaningless thing forever reeling. I am the meaning, I find it in everything I am the reason for the body’s being I find beauty in almost every place The body's my cage, I'm encased I feel love, hate, and sympathy A body cannot compete with me I pump, I beat, I am the center of life Art, happiness, pain, and strife Are all things I feel and beat for All things I wish to feel more Without me Life would cease to be They call me The heart Although the body is the vessel And the beat of the heart is essential My pristine thoughts reign Supreme The logical analyzer to this being I am the true controller The undeniable all-knower The silly heart dabbers in petty things While I know best about everything The drone of a body needs my command In order to react, feel, or stand My impulses and neurons reside as the head of all muscles inside I am capable of miraculous lengths My tissue is competent for amazing strengths Throughout life I have had names of all kind But my preferred entitlement is, The Mind Physical presence is a wondrous thing but its dying, weak, and fleeting Have you forgotten why you breath? Is it really that hard to conceive? Life is discouraging but inner peace is true The safe haven you seek has always been inside you Spiritually there is more than meets the eye Something that gives you life before you die For centuries mankind has tried to solve this mystery What energy leaves the dead behind in a cemetery? What is life? What does it mean? The heart, the mind, and the body? Is that really all there can be? No my friends..... Remember me? The light inside of this entity The whisper bringing breath to the eyes The warmth inside the heart to surprise The essence of life before its taken its toll I am love, I am spirit, I am The Soul.
rachel-sullivan
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
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