There is no Perfect OneA Poem by sinNsincerityThere is no perfect one. To justify myself makes me a liar! Although it sounds wonderfully good to do so, I remain vain with the good wisdom in my brain. In the strangest of places is where I see beyond the faces. But they don’t know who I am... My greatest fear is that they don't put flesh and blood to my name. This has me so far removed. Things are recorded with extra reality. Paint the picture... If I live like them, They’ll accept me. Most live like this Except for me. Remaining Strangely! It's so simple. You go beyond me just to grow claim to power! You’re establishing something factual, Specific, And regarding a promise... Seeing yourself in some dimension other than this reality frightens you, So you’re confined to the five senses. Do you know who you are? How does this apply to you today? This chapter stands alone. It’s something intangible to hold onto! Not willing to acknowledge our own sins, So we place others in front of the sun before ourselves To hide from ourselves. Loving the unlovable. I’m loving to see you love! Put flesh and blood to that! It’s all too good, All too important! Think so you can thought. If you think thought before it is done, Then it is already done! How deep in the mud did you travel before you got stuck? Eyes covered in muck. Tongue getting use to the taste of disgust! What did it feel like? I welcome all people into my life. Especially the type that feel like they don't fjt in, So they feel ovt of place and just want to kill Instead of giving a shout All just because they really needed a hug. Come in! This is the reality of life. The greater the life, The greater the challenge, Comes with the greatest temptation And then comes the greatest fall. What remains? An abundance of love © 2016 sinNsincerityFeatured Review
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