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nourishment seems easy to find when I depend on my own broken sight to seek it / the taste of your daily bread convicts me / blind eyes restored see life and death on the same plate / we are consumers of two opposing markets / remove the fat from my heart / so that I may live to consume less of myself
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I am addicted ...and though my cup runneth over is it half way empty or half way full ...I am scripted ..I sleep ..I eat ..I seek ..nothing in particular because I am my weakest link
Picturesque table spread. Color scheme clean. Mixed signals. Mixed drinks? Committed to none. How do you define it? Is it life? Is it lit?
Is it all just ashes premature? Am I judged or am I free? What do you see inside? Can you know it? Has your heart seen me? Do cigarettes & solo cups burn red fire in your eyes? Isn't so low the focal point of His Grace's eyes? Was my one shot of a chance at acceptance sitting in that glass? Brothers, sisters, will you love me? The fruit I bare serves as a litmus test true enough, but is the love of God now one of our sciences? If so, let gravity be maintained. Let me bare witness to compassion falling from every branch of the tree.
Have i fell in love with throwing my life away? What shall it profit me? To gain worlds desires and lose my soul, God forbid. His love surpasses my understanding so why should i give my life to world desires when i can give it all to him? Bare with me cause im not perfect but seeking towards perfection, i may stumble, i mean i may be vulnerable, i mean i am me. My flesh yearns for what my flesh yearns for but my spirit yearns for God .
Butts in the ash tray, but I been kicked the habit yet I can’t let go because my mind tells me so. I’m eating and drinking and drinking and eating, trying to put this pen to paper and hoping words will appear. Still can’t see the light, even when my glasses are near. Solo cups full of emptiness, and cups full of dreams, yet no one understands , they don’t understand what I mean so I turn to my creator, kick the habits of lies and tell the emptiness to go away- go away and die.