The Ultimate Balancing Act

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The poor man who makes himself, replete

Who bows down before his master,

kisses gently, his feet;

Shows his affection in glorious ways,

Makes himself whole,

For all of his days. 

To what power do we give;

This indignity of the material

Sights and sounds, 

appalling virginity of the ethereal. 

Oh the smell of perfumed skin

The taste of truffles, muscles of men

The sounds of techno, thumping in the ears

Ecstasy rushing, through the vein of all fears.

Illusions of grandeur, temporary fulfillment 

Painted pictures of vivid images, 

the psyche can't forget.

So what of that, the ultimate of sacrifice 

Giving up all our woes, all of our vice. 

Balancing "cautiously", the  Ninety nine percent of life, 

When the ultimate blessing,

Is choosing Light,

in lieu of all strife.  

I'M

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I'm narsasistic

optimistic,

I'm plagued by the Light.

I'm sexy & self-loathing;

stoic,

frozen by my fright.

I'm hopeless, helpful

haphazardly

I'm naturally, natural

careless and free.

Though careful

(around you)

not to say what you don't want me to say.
If over your head, it flew
I'll explain in whole, in an easy way.

I observe all the details,

make notes of every fail

I pray everyday,
and protect from going stale. 

You like me?

You like what you see?

I hope that it's ok

to pretend for me to be me.

In Defense of The Spoken About Man

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I hear what you say,
I'm not sure I agree.
but I'll just sit here
and let my judgements run free.

I can't defend him,
for else reasons why you'd contend
your feathers, ruffled in a bunch
and throwing arrows of pretend.

What you don't understand,
I can't just "say" to you,
It's a matter of tearing apart
the false from the true.

It's now up to me, to stick my head up - proclaim
that those arrows you point in his direction,
are all your own blame.
It's my responsibility to defend him now,
Litigating his right, he doesn't even know how.

You,
talking behind his back.
You,
blowing up smack
You,
Creeking your neck,
You,
Concealing your lack.

I'd rather not hear,
what your opinion hails
in defense of the battle
it's just one big fail.