Parable Poetry

I am but a vessel,
seamless without a leak.
No escape possible,
contained to this belief.
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Drop the key not a moment too soon,
down the hole to unlock the shell.
Opening the box that plays a familiar tune.
Slowly I begin to remove this vain veil.
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As I look upon your breathtaking beauty,
I see within you a beautiful vision.
Realizing one of my given duties,
sharing wisdom, such a great mission.
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Death...
Depression...
Destruction...
Pain...
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You awaken me,
and guide me.
Vunerable,
you capture me.
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Late at night with a heart filled with inspiration,
creating your perfect mold with love being his fixation.
Freeing his mind, absorbing heavens energy, it consumes him,
beginning from the inside your mold he begins to trim.
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Weaving through this chaos offered by fate,
realizing death has set this day as my date.
Torn away from this slowly rotting flesh,
one last glance, one last solitary caress.
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I've said some things,
that I meant.
I've said more things,
that I regret.
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Hey how are you?
I've said I'm just fine.
Don't really mean it,
all of the time.
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Foreshadowing through this existence,
another day, another lesson ignored.
Continued suffering through your pestilence,
another unheard lesson you can't afford.
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The perfection of your flesh,
laying seductive in this morning dew.
Dreaming of your sweet caress,
a single solitary taste of you.
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A man standing above the crowd,
his podium his first defense,
his words his holy confusion.
Longing to be one with the crowd,
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Can't fight this pain no more.
Can't stand this rain no more.
Can't clean this stain no more.
In my head
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Teach,
so you can better conform.
Preach,
your knowledge to misinform.
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America the beautiful,
oh how you are so grand.
Give me your tired and weak,
everyone marvel at this grand land.
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Every single night.
Every single day.
You get on your knees and pray.
Waiting for the light.
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Think about it,
you never will.
Forget about it,
you always kill.
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B reathe.
A ll these words that are given to you.
A ll these thoughts that are given to you.
S ee the light thats given to you.
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Shed the night,
Shed your ego,
Shed your fright,
Shed the zero,
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I think I am beginning to see.
You are saying I am free,
to do what you tell me to do?
Thats so very nice of you.
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