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Cake, the meat of culinary delights;
Icing, the sauce.

Cake, the main entree, the special of the night;
Icing, the decorative garnish.

Without Cake, Icing has no purpose
A clump, a blob, of meaningless goop.

1 spoonful of Icing alone and you're done.
Spread out amongst the firm surface of Cake though,
Icing becomes much more interesting, and much more fun.

I am the Cake.
You are the Icing.
Without me, the base, the entree, the meat
You, the sauce, the garnish and blob, don't matter

You can be the Icing to your own Cake or to another
But without me, you'll do nothing but rot teeth and smother

So, to enjoy you, Icing, to the absolute fullest
I must, first, combine the ingredients, stir and bake
Because it is vital, if one is to appreciate your sweet taste,
To properly prepare my foundation, the meat, your Cake.

- BPW
KA May 2014
There is a burning thought that cuts through my brain and won't let me ignore the reality of it that breaks through my wanting of the unimportant ... a true story from last week:

At a shelter for those that are experiencing homelessness. I am handing out clothes and shoes. I do this for selfish reasons.  The joy of giving, filling my empty spaces. Giving is a selfish act when it feels so good.

The point of this ramble is....

I overheard two men who picked out shoes and shirts and returned to eating their lunch in the corner. One said to the other, " This is great, this shows you sometimes things just work out right."

My soul rested.
Anthony Perry May 2014
Naked ambitions held you down and despair was the crown you polished while your reflection drowned in the petty actions of a human dedicated to a life of self medication until you exhausted your time looking for a place to hide and wasted your time trying to sway your ever changing tide.
We are selfish
Why?
Well,
Because we think this world is ours.
It is ours to run
It is ours to cherish
It is ours to ruin
Why?
Because we think that flowers are beautiful
We pick them, we pluck them
As if they bloom for us
Why?
Because we think birdsong is charming
We imitate it
We sell it, we listen to it
As if they sing for us
Well we are selfish
I am selfish
You are selfish
Don't deny it
We are all selfish
We are all human
We are all the same
Aren't we?
Terra Lopez May 2014
you know i'm a selfish *****
i want it all
i want it endless
tooth & gone
'til i'm breathless
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