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I could tell you how to write a poem Playful phrasing, not too quick, not too strong, Be graphic and persuasive, appealing to us all, The want for supposed meaning and a silver tongue Is the truth beneath our fall Heartfelt sentiment, articulation, Let’s entice some Pharisees to avoid any tribulation For the bouts and shouts of living out And extravagantly exhibiting oneself to all and everyone— Clichéd, now it may be, There’s truth in that I see Can we find apparent happiness All appearance and accreditation, Let’s be certain we’re (clandestinely) drudging for recognition, Yet, I can never tell you what is true in writing, The slow path? That’s what I long for, Or profess, in the world of colorful mosaics, I am the truth! The way and the light! I’ll set you free! The God of Wonders! Can’t you see? I’m God, I’ve always meant to be! *Heaven help me, I didn’t mean to pretend But I believed beyond What even I could comprehend.. I’m not God, this I know, But is this— The way I'll go?* It is my end…
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
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I could tell you how to write a poem Playful phrasing, not too quick, not too strong, Be graphic and persuasive, appealing to us all, The want for supposed meaning and a silver tongue Is the truth beneath our fall Heartfelt sentiment, articulation, Let’s entice some Pharisees to avoid any tribulation For the bouts and shouts of living out And extravagantly exhibiting oneself to all and everyone— Clichéd, now it may be, There’s truth in that I see Can we find apparent happiness All appearance and accreditation, Let’s be certain we’re (clandestinely) drudging for recognition, Yet, I can never tell you what is true in writing, The slow path? That’s what I long for, Or profess, in the world of colorful mosaics, I am the truth! The way and the light! I’ll set you free! The God of Wonders! Can’t you see? I’m God, I’ve always meant to be! *Heaven help me, I didn’t mean to pretend But I believed beyond What even I could comprehend.. I’m not God, this I know, But is this— The way I'll go?* It is my end…
Sometimes we all get to be a bit inflated, and we end up losing ourselves... It's clichéd, I know, and I apologize, but I do wonder about my own self at all times.
#god#not#good#evil#are#you#selfishness#dont#greed#pretend
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
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