Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Savage Metamorphisis

Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves. ~Abraham Lincoln

{I want all my actions to be pure.
From birth to death,
Lead my vibrations to create good
and diminish evil.}

What does it mean to be impeccable?
Incapable of sin?
Flawless?
Another word for perfect?
To be as I am?

I am what I am and that is all I know.

Lord, I want to be good.
Believe me God, I want to be light.

Democrat? Republican?
Hippocrates? Bigots?
Elusive-seducer.
Frantic-Zealot.
Viscous leader.
What is this evil plan you plot?

Am I so paranoid to judge so quick?
Infrared reflection?
Artificial resurrection?

I'm running out of ideas here.
When will you show your face?
Mixed vivid dream fears.
Planetary space.

A quickie just below the undertow.
Keep me close between your thighs.
Another for the road.
Archeological disguise.

Light-year pursuit.
Inaugurated cul de sac.
Baffled & intrigued.
Cult anxiety attack.

Magnate I want to be pure.
I want to be light.
Magnate make me spotless.
Until then I remain restless.

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