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[title] => Images-Perfection's Flame- An Endless Supply of Moths
[time] => 2008-11-17 15:01:29
[hometext] => Image-Perfections Flame-An Endless Supply of Moths
[bodytext] => As I am, I'm perceived Perfection upon my ivory pedestal in brilliant light crystalline. But these are my prison walls Uniques Glow is Perfection's Pall which exiles me from that outer world of reality. I cannot mingle there. My existence is constrained. As bright as my Radiant Glow, upon approach to your world I would dim and be destroyed. We can talk you and I in Perfection's Harmony but the moment you gain my speaking voice, my thoughts, all is taken from Perfection's Shelf and another less perfect me appears. Nothing will compare to me as I was. Should I in coming to you destroy that Perfection which is now so dear? Conundrum. Corporeal life is Kryptonite yet mental isolation is too numbing. I am Beauty in the light but unavailable forever Uncoming. Sometimes Beauty is torture we ourselves inflict to escape our worldly life. But since its shape is mental most it cannot ever be. Pity the person whose countenance is corporeal beauty realized; they will have the sterner test of not living up to hearts image most. Each prince whom we have constructed alas, can only live with us til that moment first, the single word; then the dream slips. Honeymoons and marriages might last longer I think if we did not first wed our Perfect Prince beforehand. Is it not truth plain that love itself is only grown when 1st Prince Born is laid to rest and Prince Now is allowed to live? How better ground is it to love the flower in the garden now that those ones first grown in Furrows of Gold in Dream World where Perfection's Hoe was Loves Seeder and Instigator of the visions we now hold of what ought to be? How can we in flesh and blood compete with perfect diamond visions which never fade or rust? Whose hand is warmer still than the Princely hand held in our dreams? Who is sadder than those who loved us; yet whose face is shadowed by cold, Perfection's Glow? How to dream our destiny yet still love those round us; remembering these ones are the ones who will when we, in time, tomorrow are no longer our Own Prince or Princess Image; no longer Perfection's Darling. Rest you better in human arms; while they grow old and leather they'll not in the end take your pride and sell it away to Dream Land Barons and Rock Star Princes who all live in Hollywood. What to do? Abandon vision goals and Prince; leave aside Destiny? No, we must grapple with this conundrum sent: wrapped up Perfection and Beauty, living along side what is merely Human, [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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