Temperance
It's just the times,
thinking, this too
shall pass in time
but,
yet to
fade or change
in due
time or with age.
Like a tithe,
dues paid
through
pain
ensued
time
and again
doing hard time
in my brain
from dusk fall to early dew time and back to dusk fall replayed.
Unfinished chapters,
but bookmarked the page;
the desire to resume,
suppressed and refrained.
Who,
takes pride in this shame?
Running from our light,
only to feel the fire in the shade.
Is syringe
then my name?
Strange, as sin
to take in vein
and allow me to flow through you
and let love reign.
And let love rains
nourish the gains...fruit, in truth
we'll sustain.
Abide in me, as I in you,
and in doing so remain,
like a vine and branches.
Chances are "you're enchanting" like a mantra chanted,
but left in hands chances
weren't enhanced, just the same.
Flames
may burn but this passion incinerates;
though at it's inner rate
growing more intense.
But met with remarkable defense
disguising its center ate
by explosion, implosion of events
like a sideways inserted eight
beyond past and present tense,
infinite.
Hence,
ain't this some shit.
Yes.
We've been here before,
and done this already.
The pace is slow, yet steady.
I see the soul tribe in our eyes.
Hesitant? Suspicious?
For what? For why?
If looked on hard enough there's always something to find.
Put that all aside,
we know what needs awakening.
The potential is for high capacity,
and one that needs not be forsakened.
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