03-03-2007, 09:32 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-11-2007, 12:59 AM by flowergirl11.)
In caverns of obsidian possession.
A glimmer of fresh fruit awaits.
Many remain trapped in webs of pervading incipient lies,
when they deserve stoic truths.
Wrap me in the cloak of your embrace.
Protected from those that say beauty is in a fresh face
not in armor of concern and grace.
Compassion, an act of will, kindness,
in this world comes in meager recompense,
not limitless.
Make haste towards selflessness,
a peaceful passion.
Wooden statues so intricately carved,
so detached and removed,
their insides are hollow...starved.
Together...
we can enable butterflies to soar.
Let us unwrap this ecstatic secret...
Let rose musk from distant caverns emanate,
let it permeate.
A glimmer of fresh fruit awaits.
Many remain trapped in webs of pervading incipient lies,
when they deserve stoic truths.
Wrap me in the cloak of your embrace.
Protected from those that say beauty is in a fresh face
not in armor of concern and grace.
Compassion, an act of will, kindness,
in this world comes in meager recompense,
not limitless.
Make haste towards selflessness,
a peaceful passion.
Wooden statues so intricately carved,
so detached and removed,
their insides are hollow...starved.
Together...
we can enable butterflies to soar.
Let us unwrap this ecstatic secret...
Let rose musk from distant caverns emanate,
let it permeate.