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Prison |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA 
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Prison of intellect, so viciously strong, letting not sorrow, nor soul's sparrow song. Shackled by my thoughts, no room for spirit's need, Thought is the only lord, ruin of love, lust, and heart. Mind of the lowly, ruling the common soul, Thought, the guide's tool, in life's meaningless trek. I struggle with daily toil, fight with living's foil, search for passion's need, and find humanity's greed. I cry to to the gods, seeking their blessing, Only to be given, their selfish rubuke. My soul, so wanting, trapped in my mind's cage, cell of iron intellect, seeking release without formula. Scientific solutions no harbor, realistic illusions no haven, for love's battle weary foe, for life's hard-fought medic. Hard battle has worn me, hard soul-search has tamed, I've felt love's tenuous claws and survived, nearly intact. Parts of spirit torn away, parts of soul devoured, parts of heart attacked, But I came through, empowered. Dis aliter visum JP |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA |
I moved this to the top because I wanted some analysis of its worth ------------------ Dum spiro, spero JP |
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