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I got time To listen to you whine About this body of mine Why does she show it all the time? Calling something art doesn't make it fine For shame Body frame Disgraces her family name By never falling into line Unclothed skin Unclothes she who lies within Her know-how Could never prevent Anatomy from becoming A proclamation of sin What is this shell But porous flesh We cannot resist As the blood begins to swell That's why we use it to sell Our goods, Our time, Ourselves Pray tell The cost of living this kind of hell Universe created no creature more Disgusted by their natural form Openly abhor The human part of being Collective consciousnes Filtered through cracked screens Attempt to keep our chaos clean Haunted by the thought That we are better off unseen

I am the sum of these parts Wearer of scars, Collector of hearts, Creator of systems and stars Universal utero Third dimensional antihero Now Subtract the overblown ego Add all my past transgressions I can't let go Multiply my spirit by romance and wine Divide my efforts by space and time I am the sum of these parts An effortful collection Once fearful of death in nothingness Realized resurrection Through the depths of introspection I am Light Casting your shadows in every direction Skewed from the mould we were built in Original sin Plagued darkness In the vast abyss of the cosmic I'm not the same being you once saw Radiantly beaming between the empty spaces Light years ago Surrounded by different faces Who have since shone and passed Self-destructed Supernova blast They say this life is fast But it is preciously finite Celestially eternal Balance of both Shadow and Light Mortal plight Lessons for third sight Revolutions have not made me wise...

Let me be your mirror So I can reflect my favorite parts of you I know you struggle to see Disenchant you of your ego So you can find beauty even in every broken piece Mosaic, melancholy Your story is not that of fairy tales Eyes turned towards the sea With neither wind nor holes amidst your sails Calm waters, prepare for tumult and storm Nourishing secret gardens, You'd rather walk amongst your thorns Taste of sweetest nectar Kept hidden like Eden's lush They try to drown themselves in your fruitful touch You question your ability to trust The fragility of yonic lust The stars have never been too big To satiate your captivated gaze Navigating this celestial maze Just to live amongst their haze Stardust fractal debris I wish that you could stay Gravitating towards me.. The way Moon dances in every phase Dark circles traced Spinning nights into daze I am the ocean calm rippling at the sight Of your beauty, So close lingering in the sky I could almos...

When our wants grow beyond our means to attain them, we must then look inward and ask, "what do I need?" Because only when we nourish ourselves with that which we need, can we realize that the wants to exceed the brim of this chalice is only with profound understanding of self. You cannot overflow that which is empty of substance. "Feeling Abundant" - rs.darko