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The Spice is Worth the Price


Pretty pictures in my mind,
What I seek I will now find.
You and me through and in the midst,
Loving, laughing, holding, showing,
Deepest, everlasting..
Knowing.
Yes, I weep,
But, am weary of sleep.
I can not, will not, stay any longer,
My life is evolving...
Moment by moment getting...
Stronger.
You slap and punch me,
But, you do not see your doom,
In the end you will be preaching to an empty room.
Like it?
I do not fucking care.
Your life is not my own.
For only I own me,
And what you see..
Is not all that I am..
Or will be.
"Why not me?"
This is now my battle cry.
I do not ever again have to explain...
What or Why.
Your vision is so obtuse..
Your rote Rhythmless routines
Of no use,
To me, or to them.
What have you done,
Where have you been?
What makes you think you can rule over all?
Like all tyrants, now you will fall.
Step on your innards,
Watch while you writhe in pain,
And, in the End...
You will not be forgotten,
Because you have never been.

Float, spin, dance, and pounce.
I dream big dreams,
Reaching for that sky.
Attaining all I need and more.
The horizon clear..
I watch what will be, what must be..
The life I will lead,
On that distant shore.
My boat will not float,
But will fly,
I do not intend on going around or through,
I will go over, above, and beyond.
The wealth of wisdom,
Out weighing the press of dollars.
And yet, money is not a concern...
Only a detail.

Life has lifted me,
Advice to guide me.
In the end..
The spice will be well worth the ...
Price.