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Monday, June 01, 2009
It's Nature Talking
We stir the pots and create food for humanity. We brew the thirst breakers of living souls. We blow through the pipelines of the world. We arouse mutual feelings we share with you.
When you do what you do, it's the way that you do. So you do what you do, why don't you let us do what we do?
You eat from the plates that bare wisdom. You drink from the glasses kings toast with. You take a breath of life and inspire a beating heart. You expose your mind to sweet harmonics of truth.
When I do what I do, it's the way that I do. So I do what I do, why can't you let us do what we do?
I am filled with expressions of passion. I am no longer yearning for the waters from springs. I have awoken the natural aura life provides. I possess the roar that sends a baby to sleep.
When it does what it does, it's the way that it does. So you do what you do and let it keep doing what it does, why can't you let nature be?
The Core Search
I am searching, searching for a intense part of me. A part of me that carries me with dignity. A part of me that is calm as the midnight breeze. That part of me that is as warm as the afternoon sun.
To the depth of the ocean it was thrown. Through a torrential wave it was exposed. Vacuumed by the lust of the earth's core. It continued to slip beyond my reach.
Fortified by flesh insurmountable to pain. A part of me that has become an internal callus. A part of me that can no longer cry. That part of me that has become torrid by torture.
I am searching, searching for a infallible part of me. A part of me I can trust at all times. A part of me more precious than gold. That part of me that you will never defeat.
I AM IN SEARCH OF MY SOUL.
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