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Test me on my strength
My knowledge
My skills
But do not presume to test me
On the fiber and fabric of my soul
Judge me not
With your dull and glassy eyes
Judge me not
With a mind devoid of original thought
Judge me not
By a standard I never agreed to be a part of

I am no better
I am no bulwark of creative genius
I am no more than a boy
Trying to full the shoes of his idols
But at least the effort I put forth
Is an honest effort
Born only of my fractured mind
And weighted heart

Silly are the words
I put to paper or record
And strange are the thoughts
I voice on a daily basis
More so disturbed are the ones unspoken or unwritten
More so are the fears
That none will be remembered

Human
My mind must make itself known
And my heart must yearn for more
Must I then be tested
On how much I can supress these vital needs
Must I then be judged
On how closely I follow the tide

I tire of the tide
I tire of trying to be different
I tire of tests
Judgements
Fears
Joys
I am human
And I am weary
The Falls of Gods
Have no need for the ephemeral
Tide pools and eddy trails
Of man
And of his fickle creations

Man sees ant
Laboring tirelessly
And thinks how
Ultimately futile these rote
Machinations of nature are

When man can see his own
Futility
Then perhaps his world
Might be expanded
But not before

As the waterfall crashes
Like a primeval storm upon
The rocks
So too
Do I and all of humanity
Crash upon the ant

So what is to keep some god
From being the
Waterfall
To our smooth and
Supposedly wise stones
No more than haughty pebbles
Are we
I want you to be my princess
God willing I will be your prince
I need you to kiss me in the moonlight
I don't think you could make me happier
Than you already do


I knew my words were cliche
But how else was I supposed to say
That she made my heart burst with love
Love that could not be quelled
That begged to burst forth
But was kept inside
Because of the guardedness of my heart
Because of memories of the pain
That sprung from saying it last time
She had a womb full of stars
And eyes full of life
She told me that I made her smile
And that everything I did was good to her
But belief was slow to come
I smiled when she said
She would make stars for me
If they were what I wanted
I had to smile because no one
Had ever offered
To make something for me
As beautiful as anything she could create

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