Battling the inner divinity
Intrigued by certain philosophy
Either ignoring my prince to be
Or submitting to his kiss
The trauma of being in love
The enlightenment in choosing nothing at all
Wanting to be his art piece
Wanting to be choosing neither
A pet or a broadcast being
Where is the enlightenment not being able to choose anything
How should i ignore those i love to being salvation
Being a personal guru to many
Wanting to find a nirvana state of mind
Is there such a nibbana in not doing anything
Or shall i find the choice of making it all on my own
Huddling by a tree
Not wanting to be apart of much
But the development of my bloody egg like flesh in my head
Perceptive skills of the future
What good is the skillset if i cannot help others
Choosing the recluse
Wonderment of the ages
Renouncil of technology
Of the being i adore most
Of the flesh i care to taste daily
Of the eyes i wish to stare into for ages
Of the person i want to call my lover
If he believes in me i shall give him my time in belief
I want to be his intensity
I want to serve his needs
I want to kiss his ear
I want to bathe him
I want to run my tongue down his arm
But i wonder if the path of the enlightened ones
Is simply another ism
Meant to lead us away from the path
I know my purpose
My purpose his him
My purpose is to be inspired by him
And his love
His radiating energy
And his beautiful soul
I simply cannot wait
Until he appears
If he doesn’t
I will gladly choose the path
Of the enlightened ones.
- Shaun A. Delage