Open Poetry #41 |
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Instant Gratification for my Soul |
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EConover Junior Member
since 2007-10-01
Posts 14 |
My mind is melting like Ice Slowly dripping impure waters from the outside in Instant gratification for my soul yet the slush left is unhappy The frozen tundra of yearning pride and ego bruised Once a satisfied paradise is now left unsure Shaking with the anticipation that is will one say cease to exist Unclear about what will feel good once all the bad desires are gone As the puddle grows, what's left woes We’ve had good times together for all this time I wonder what it is I hope to find |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I had read this before and I was impressed, but could not reply at that moment. We always wonder and answers are there, but we have not yet learned to listen well. Enjoy life as it is given, it is a gift of Love. Your soul is untouchable by impurity, I see it as pure divine essence. All the rest is experience. Thought provoking work. Love, Margherita |
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