Saturday, January 17, 2009

What You Do Not Give, Sir

Working working working paying dues in so many respects
karma
you have to earn it
karma
you're in the midst of it
and just when you get something good
it appears it is not the end
other obstacles present in your path en-route to where you begin

Is it so wrong that I love you? so wrong that I desire such things 
which are just too hard for you to give up
unless I take it from within
Is it wrong to desire balance?
Sometimes it feels like such a sin....

This journey we've embarked on so close to my soul
This journey we've started together in between days, so cold
And at the end of my days you are there
although I cry all day because of love for you sometimes I fear and dread

Your scent invokes passion, a lust I cannot control 
with tears in my eyes I leave your side
this you will never know
and everyday my heart grows fonder
it scares me deep within
for I already know to get what I want I have to walk strong in this here skin

But with so much time to think, girl, the lust and passion turns to an obsession
Of what you do not give sir, unless I take it which, perhaps, is what you wish

Everyday you remind me of what an angel you are 
Creating together a force
that takes years and time which are arbitrary
if you really consider the source

And you've taught me of all the things over years I have collected
in my heart and in my mind that now must be rejected
for if we hang on to such material, expectations become blockades
the struggle will be greater, while mankind dies with age

I'm trying to be stronger because what I believe is true
And I believe in what we're doing,
Sir, I believe in you

I am trying not to obsess on the energy in my core
And instead I'm trying to channel the words like a wordsmith or a whore
Treating my body like a temple and my mind that is attached
Treating our Being like a fortress ready for attack

For what you do not give sir
I will continue to take
and for what you do not take sir
I will for you make

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