Seven

Taken silently aback Refraining from life's Indescribable, Pleasures Should I move on And drink this cup of life in Blissful, Ignorance Or should I reach out And touch these robes Passing here before me Cleansing, changing, Forming anew This sad and burning Life that's a little old If I touch these robes Will I, see the face of divinity? Smiling wide and warmly down at me Or should I stay still And sway within my life Gulping down this sweet and soothing poison Has my pride, taken my humiliation To hoard my own prosperity, out of lost generosity As I've lost my love within my own righteous envy Please stand still Let these fires burn As I drag my nails kindly into you Give me more, failing my own control Drinking down my lust in All their pleasures Spare me this glutton As my laziness feeds itself I've had enough Should I reach out? And touch these robes Passing here before me If I do Will I, see the face of divinity? Smiling wide and welcoming me in Or will I fall Into my own pride Looking up and weep Upon my flaming cup Boiling my own blood As I stain His pure and white robeAnother one that I had a lyrical beat...but I tried to keep the commas out of this one, heh....now I may take parts out of this one and put it into others, cause certain parts may not have fitted well in this one...but hey, that's why we're able to edit em ;) Written December 16th, 2001 © on Dec 16 2001 08:48 AM PST   0 • 13 • 10