Loyal to every twisted perception
Sliding and swaying
Through the confines of earlobes
Morphed to his comfort, with a lone shed of melody
He is the heartbeat beneath each stanza
Breathing sweet rhythm into every verse
The glistening fiber of poetry
Harbored, in the blessing of tone and pitch
She Consumes
The reverent prayers of day lit wanderers
Chided, by the chilled wind of skeptics
Told to hold back, in the warmth of rearing promise
Mistress of life, death, hatred, and affection
The fabrics of our design
Taken in by her girth
Only to be scattered in a cosmic array
Our ills now shrouded in beauty
Gracefully, cascading into our minds
And every so slightly, down every tender cheek
He scoffs
At meek hearts of gluttony
The exploiting, of his most cherished offspring
Wrapped in an instant, manufactured norm
All for the starved masses
Waning in their once cast-iron belief
Once her tempo surges
And the tide of romance, conquers the speakers
Know, it is the collective of battered minds
Fueled in their desperate reach for the unknown
Stay mindful, that he clings to no doctrine
No single man made truth
No creed forged by hand
And no race forged in thought
For it is the human condition
Born in us all, at the dawn of ages
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