I can't even lose my life, it was
never mine, someone else lived
me and gave me up before my
time.
I came undone somewhere
between the ocean and the sky;
I learned what love is when August
came, and leaves fell in September.
I came undone somewhere between
my ocean and your sky.
Everywhere I look, I am shattered, dispossessed.
Everywhere I am, I am yours.
Possessed
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Possessed
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Re: Possessed
I'm perfect as a master miracle of art; and never have I sinned,
but I am whole.
The words of hurt I speak penultimate to Love are sighs of Satan's wind,
but I am whole.
I've neither been your victor of the good nor vector of your smile;
I'm indiscreet with hate.
If ever you've been loved by me, you've Love to thank, if ever you have grinned—
but I am whole.
I'm nothing but a flatline heartbeat; all the heights and depths of life
are thinned within my blood.
A butterfly museum piece, a crucifix—and I am also pinned,
but I am whole.
What good I do is Love in me, what poor I do is death and sac-
charine delights of lies.
You see a battle spun in me, you choose the way the victory is spinned,
but I am whole.
It isn't me who lives this me, but you—and I am lost to be
chagrinned you live me well?
Were I to fail, I'd place the blame on something else and you'd the slip rescind,
but I am whole.
You live for me; and who are you but Love in flesh-and-blood and bled-
and-skinned— but I Am whole?
With you, but you who lives for me, I live much more than Love & loveless twinned:
but I am whole.
but I am whole.
The words of hurt I speak penultimate to Love are sighs of Satan's wind,
but I am whole.
I've neither been your victor of the good nor vector of your smile;
I'm indiscreet with hate.
If ever you've been loved by me, you've Love to thank, if ever you have grinned—
but I am whole.
I'm nothing but a flatline heartbeat; all the heights and depths of life
are thinned within my blood.
A butterfly museum piece, a crucifix—and I am also pinned,
but I am whole.
What good I do is Love in me, what poor I do is death and sac-
charine delights of lies.
You see a battle spun in me, you choose the way the victory is spinned,
but I am whole.
It isn't me who lives this me, but you—and I am lost to be
chagrinned you live me well?
Were I to fail, I'd place the blame on something else and you'd the slip rescind,
but I am whole.
You live for me; and who are you but Love in flesh-and-blood and bled-
and-skinned— but I Am whole?
With you, but you who lives for me, I live much more than Love & loveless twinned:
but I am whole.
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw
Re: Possessed
O SOLID I just love coming here and having these kind of things find me.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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