I look in my intensity of a mind’s eye for your very presence
but the only thing I found was evasive feelings of not belonging.
My myth or reality it seems
does not include a life with so much pain and neglect
but here it is.
The world as we know it is simply too hard to take without him,
without his energy.
I don’t even know how I did it all.
How did he come into my life was the most ultimate and pressing
matter.
Living in a world of abject poverty.
Satanism and divinity intermingled like two atoms meeting and
nesting
then splitting apart in a violent burst.
The world without him was almost unbearable.
The one I know sits near me, and holds my hand ever so slightly and
ever so intelligently.
I wake with his eyes to meet mine, everyday.
In such a cruel world to live.
A world where love and sex are marketed to the masses but the world
takes no part in.
Cruel, senseless, trivial.
The beings that pervade all thought are the ones with senseless
desire to make it.
The ones that make their impression clear on the masses
are the ones that take effect in the greater good.
More people wanting, needing, reflecting.
Theories of self, Theories of being.
Theories.
Simple as that.
Confusion for a greater whole.
Confusion for the masses, but individually I am not confused.
Individually I am in love, and this union escapes people for the
most part.
Oh how much can change in twenty four hours.
Oh how much people can change.
Oh how much I can change.
I work to attain a spirituality that is evasive,
but not present because the spirituality is too busy to take notice
of me.
The weaker one.
The one that cries.
The one that tries, the one that dies.
Simply say it’s so much as the one that needs.
The one that needs him, endlessly.
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