beneath the tomb

[mtmynd]

⁃ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
⁃
⁃ Your armory of needs
⁃ overprotecting your wants
⁃ will you die for that stuff
⁃ is that all you really have become?
⁃
⁃ When will you surrender
⁃ all that you've accumulated
⁃ and see the pristine you that lies
⁃ underneath all the facade you have built?
⁃
⁃ Don't share your stuff with me
⁃ I would be happy with the real you
⁃ that lies buried deep under that pile of shit
⁃ that long hidden soul of your wonder shining
⁃ so bright wanting to blend into another soul such as yours
⁃
⁃ Your real gift of life is patience
⁃ awaiting your next rebirth if necessary
⁃ but why wait until the next time
⁃ when now is all you have.
⁃
⁃ __________

Cecil B. Lee

[saw]

I hear much frustration in this
reminds me of when my mother would use the phrase.....She is just putting on Airs
but specifically here though, that frustration... can cause real pain to others
and feels terribly fake, in ways you see as unnecessary
and there seems to be a longing. perhaps long held
to see, and be with..... the real person
good account of all that in your poem,,,( as I read it )

[stilltrucking]

thanks for writing that poem, I liked it a lot

[mtmynd]

thanks for writing that poem, I liked it a lot

Gracias, amigo. Always enjoy your words...

[mtmynd]

I hear much frustration in this
reminds me of when my mother would use the phrase.....She is just putting on Airs
but specifically here though, that frustration... can cause real pain to others
and feels terribly fake, in ways you see as unnecessary
and there seems to be a longing. perhaps long held
to see, and be with..... the real person
good account of all that in your poem,,,( as I read it )

Thank you, Steve... as you read it is probably the way it is , if understood in this day and time...

I enjoy joyed your thoughts on this "beneath the tomb"...

[mtmynd]

I hear much frustration in this
reminds me of when my mother would use the phrase.....She is just putting on Airs
but specifically here though, that frustration... can cause real pain to others
and feels terribly fake, in ways you see as unnecessary
and there seems to be a longing. perhaps long held
to see, and be with..... the real person
good account of all that in your poem,,,( as I read it )

Thank you, Steve... as you read it is probably the way it is , if understood in this day and time...

I enjoyed your thoughts on this "beneath the tomb"...