Wisdom Pearls

Of all the life's blood
Smeared on the walls.
Of the contagious,
And fused epidermis,
Reared in a factory
But raised in a farm,
Taken for a ride
In the midnight steps,
Fiscal and remedy,
Opiate and chastity the whole,
Divide the World a half,
And you're drenched in the feeling,
Privy to all the desires,

A basin for your secrets,
A bowl for your yawns,
Afar your frames duration,
Honour considered,
A plaque etched name,
Face a necklace graced,
They publish your picture,
Once a week,
Referred to as a fantastic,
That never stopped glowing,

But really and honestly speaking,
You're just the water in the wishing well,
Collecting coins and penance,
Hopes for mercy,
And the remainder of compounds,
That slosh in your loins,

You travelled from glass glaciers,
In the northern hertz,
You took soul prisons in the south,
And ended up surrounded by flesh,
With bacteria in your belly,
Going aimlessly from coast to coast,
Waiting for appraisal in your job,
Promotion in your private life
And a reason to leave your cot,

The end will just repeat itself,
As it always does,
You'll end up with the same girl,
In another life.

© Copyright 2006 Kristian Cole

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