like webs in my head. They left me with a puzzled look and a sour jaw. For loves
fleeting passing is what I then saw. Now that's just a whisper, and a prayer left
to the wind, when skin desires are what my minds really dancing in.
Can I let these fixations fade? And keep myself from feeling the jade of rejection
once more? Sore ego bruised for not getting what I crave, but like it's
been said, nothing forsaken, nothing gained. "Let the lovin, let the lovin,
come back to me." My only downfall is that I did not see it was by my side the entire
time. Which has left me centered on action that is of a love less kind.
And this notion is what bothers me the most, for if all I really feel the
need to posses is love, then why do I fix my perspective on an action so empty,
and why do I forsake love for it. How could I ignore this chance to love once more.
This being cries out to me, love me now you bastard. How could I deny such a calling passion.
I have loved many a soul with out even the passing focus of carnal intentions. And yet here this
being cries out to me to be it's guide. To drag it up out the mud one more time. Why let this male,
hetro, egotistical enslavement stop me, and keep me from being, from loving.
And that's it. How do I separate a concept so greatly entwined, both in the world and in the mind.
Questions, with I answers I can't seem to find. Maybe if I stopped looking I would see there blurting
disclosure composed in the details I let slip by. What I persist upon rejects my intent completely, and what I
resist constantly insists, but not discreetly. Which is the irony of the struggle inside, because I am left with
the power to derive my own fate, but that notion manages to escape each time I fixate on sins of the flesh.
Which is the only loveless time I could be left with. So the choice is made to forsake this libido driven
voraciousness, and get myself back in line with love, for the sake of it.
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