2003-10-14 - 8:39 a.m.
win the fight to do what's right
be the light in darkest night
your deeds are the beacon to shine
I'm a hypocrite -- oh never mind
this is a spin I find myself in
my greatest sin, everytime I begin,
it's always in front of my face
I'm one hell of a hopeless case
so I speak more to self than you, friend
don't give in to the pride within
that says on the way, "it'll be fine,OK?"
"you know it's all been done before"
"you know that you'll have to get more"
well I've come here to settle that score
there's an illness that lies at the door
and it booms like the thunder when stormy
and I just need someone who's there for me
so much more than a physical act
more than sex or the vibes that attract
it's communing with virtue intact
(and some hot-talk and sweet/sour smack)
I don't want to judge someone else
Like I said this is more for myself
and I have to be true to the One
who will judge me when all's said and done
.
and I just need someone who is there for me
someone in the buff to dispair for me
as we struggle to win in this fight
and enthrone every known appetite
for the food that can nourish our love
for the magic that comes from above
for the random exchange of nothings
like the miracles faith and love brings
for things we can't see
that befit you and me
for the eternal treasures enduring
for the gentleness and for the curing
for the fair's tapestry
that declares, "blessed be"
and the radical passion directive:
the emphatical stash and collective
conscientiousness in each endeaver
for the love that will keep us forever
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but it's so far from me right now
and I don't have the sight to see how
it could be any different for times
after now or before the bell chimes
and I realize all was in vain
all morality clauses maintained
so sweet purity enter, sustain
your security helps me explain
why the thought makes me ill
to partake in my will
of the selfish inflicting of pain
let this love of all loves here refrain
I don't think I can go there again
and my senses are learning to train
there's no joy in this lusty domain
not the sort which could ever remain
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