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[bodytext] => I need not make excuses for things I can not comprehend I walk slowly and deliberately awaiting my invitation to the promised land I enter with you, hand in hand, Under duress, Under your dress , I must admit, I am impressed So well kept, well trimmed, well well, what do we have here Until then, In serenity and sanity I look to make my amends I offer my apologies to my family, my enemies and my few well adjusted friends Keeping my wits about me , I enter a level that seeks to transcend Ordinary consciousness transfused with a fine bullet point pen Written words attempt to delay the transmission of nasty thoughts from the left to the right side of my brain Give me a moment , a clear day, a sip of whiskey and let me try to explain, It all began when I said goodbye to the person I was meant to become If you feel like hurling insults, I ask that you try and refrain , (at least until the end, once I'm done, by all means, have your fun) I chose a path, a new name , I ran from myself, out of breathe I still run Challenging destiny , forgoing fate , I surged ahead without a clue I looked for anything , I search for answers, I made love to anyone who looked like you (Or anyone you knew) (Or had briefly spoken to) In the process , within time , I lost the very essence of the self Now a stranger , the mirror paints a portrait of unstable and deteriorating mental health Blind to love, jealous of beauty , valuing mostly materialistic wealth In this vanity , my head spins, intrinsically , confusion suggests there is no place left for me on this colorful earth Yet here I will remain , through pleasure and pain , until my creator decides in me he finds no more worth No arguments from me, I should agree, I came to his conclusion first Since birth, I must have had a hankering for hurt, or been cursed , more precisely , a sick mind filled with all that is perverse, I often wonder which is worse. To have loved and lost or to never have had the thirst. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 303 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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